Farms Poems - Poems about Farms

Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony, Farming trolls to be enrolled, 'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, Puking riddles on those tolled. Then the bots deliver the hurl, Regurgitate into the net, Till truth is common as a pearl, Yet what you see is what you get. Spidered webs entangle yonder, The language largely modeled, And artificial minds are left to ponder, Which words are...

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I was worried they’d paint the house brown Or red or green or blue. I couldn’t even imagine They’d turn it into something new Now they’re ripping up the floorboards Like your absence tore my heart. It’s as though every nail they place Tears us further apart. 300 miles plus an extra six feet, 3.5 hours turned into four. But we never make...

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collect and do soup I love farming and cooking do you love farming?...

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Schools ring out with the sighs of freedom lost, empty hearts break as a summer love moves along. Bright wildflowers fade under the burden of frost, birds fill the air with the tunes of migrating songs. Night grows longer as it steals away the hours, of warmth and sunlight from another struggling day. The sun becomes weaker as darkness...

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His eyes untrusting brown Brows furrowed in permanent frown Skin weathered From the ground he tendered And the whiskey goes down. His unruly dark hair Living a life he can’t bare Heart hardened Like the soil he pounded And the whiskey goes down. His tanned arms Strength running the farms Frustration heated From the fire he beat And the whiskey goes down. Papa I cry...

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i'm chasing a blue horizon in fleeting moments of a fresh dawn searching for acceptance hiding somewhere in the corn fields the clouds are looking promising swimming between silver grain silos in a sea of farms my indifferent thoughts catch only on the wooden telephone poles gravel road beneath my feet tempting if i run fast enough i could disappear in the blue horizon...

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The Business of Autumn David J Walker 1. The season of dry clouds and Canada Geese Arrived over the weekend 2. The weatherman says the freeze was too light last night to have been noticed 3. A frost is in the forecast but rescheduled ...

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A Frost Bite Forecast David J Walker It was the first night of frost Biting the fallow farms Stretching its icy arms across The plowed grounds Touching agrestic towns left Dressed in white Winter, sounding its alarms That its’ bitter bite is coming Ice and snow soon to follow...

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Truth be told said topic minimally embellished rather, prattling youthful looking baby booming geezer precious time (yours), he doth bilk (cue sinister mock-up halloween voice) moost valuable intangible outstripping fine spun golden silk, yet coronavirus (COVID-19) quarantine drives dingbat to whole new level wits end where sonar helps sound out his ilk. Think me swallowing, gulping, and asphyxiating essential experiencing ill humor versus zest suddenly impossible mission...

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Soft golden brown, so plain to see, A solitary honeybee Busy buzzing from bloom to bloom No more bees though plenty of room. Fireflies seem fewer anymore Where thousands glowed in days of yore. Passenger pigeons once filled skies But ladies’ plumes brought their demise. Stars still twinkle but seem less bright; Driven dimmer by city light. More children are alone at night As deadbeat fathers...

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if your from the country side the land is wide plenty of logs mabe bargaring dog ON THIS CHICKEN FARM WITH HOGS...

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its roads its can be goal mabe get a way there open air day and hog runing dogs some paly roll logs you have a larg barn its the COUNTRY AND A FARM...

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I'm not gay but you. ARE beautiful & yellows walk by on two pink sticks_____hunched black cowboy hats shoot #Shooting Stars# AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones of Manor Farm are bet'er than book _____ MANAGERS in brick and mortar. :: 07-14-2018 ::...

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Wind-farms of love Comets lighting humanity ...

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