Cornfield Poems - Poems about Cornfield

I wish I could hide and shed my tears in quiet but the corn have ears...

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WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD Why start nattering about lucky tracks Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm? Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait With hooded coats, caves of hibernation, Standing in formation with watchfulness. Six columns and six rows of perfection Thirty-six baled soldiers in transition Marching forward in a biting snow storm, Blindly floundering in a final surge. A good resistance fighter...

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Crows hold a meeting on their usual perch. I thought you were a scarecrow yells his cousin, Birch. The Scarecrow is not embarrassed, he has confidence galore. The crows are my friends, you see, now and forever more. That is not the way of the straw, you are going against your clan. I am not intentionally messing up my parents...

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camouflaged nature cornfield dormouse sleeping sound silken web shimmers...

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Before it is posted on Facebook and everyone knows I peed in an Iowa cornfield at the beginning of some rows. It was an absolute necessity under direst of circumstance My brother took the picture showing my unique little dance. And, no, I don’t make a habit of that sort of unseemly activity But when “you gotta go, you gotta...

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Inspired by Sunshine Smile’s “Escape From Reality.” And also Caren Krutsinger who plays with imagination. LOST IN THE CORNFIELD Why do I wanna get lost in the cornfield At first because it is new and exciting, not knowing what to expect Later they are filled up with fog, and monsters My husband has no interest in playing the game I want to take the teen and little guy into the fray A sideline: while on the haywagon at the back of the field some...

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On comfy, pillowed couches We sat and watched the setting sun beyond the cornfield Blanketing the meadows of greens and golds Pastel hues emerged, in pinks and purples Signaling the end of another beautiful summer's day Cradled by the gentle song of cricket chirps and waterfall trickles Night fell upon us Sharing stresses and worries and similar stories The warm,...

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SCARECROW IN THE CORNFIELD He stands watch both day and night To look at him is quite a fright A lonely sentinel standing there His eyes fixed in an open stare He knows he has a job to do The crows are many, not a few He must keep them scared away Otherwise, there'll be no pay For all the corn spread o'er the...

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The Mind’s Cornfield Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night, My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude— The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are one. In this place, free from mortal constraints and strife, One can see and speak to spirits of those now dead, And to those whose souls wander around aimlessly. These spirits know of my...

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KING IN A CORNFIELD When my effigy was impaled for all to see yours, on the other hand found a place to hide around the outer edges of my grotesque. And while you laugh at stories of my eccentricities...

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The cornstalks vanished overnight Shaven fields once flowing, green and gold Now Dad’s evening whisker stubble Ghost limbs of the cornfield Flocks of nomadic Ravens Feast on the invisible And scowl with those empty black eyes Impervious to man’s judgment And I think, There is nothing as beautiful Than the first snow on a barren field Shadows playing with the evening light And dance among...

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Dust flew from crisp corn stalks as she fell to beaten knees She raised her callus stricken hands towards the heavens Painfully smiling due to a sunburned soul and age Angels sung hymns while gently playing strings of the winds tranquil zephyrs God whispered in her ear as she wept gratified tears I finally understand In...

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