Fertile Poems - Poems about Fertile

The dark earth breathes a silent potent lung, Where buried dreams in patient stillness hung. A canvas vast, unfurrowed, waiting deep, For life's first tremor, secrets it will keep. Each clod a promise, tightly held and fast, Of bursting green when winter's grip has passed. A silent hum beneath the frozen crust, Where root and tendril yearn to break their trust With dormancy...

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My Land This is my land. I will cultivate, love, and cherish my land. I will choose when Spring will come, I will choose my own Husbandman, I will choose if there be none, I will choose when the rain will be, And choose if and who will plant a seed. This is my land....

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HEAVENLY JOY As Spring returns joyfully for all, A life-giving energy returns, “ To all creatures great and small, The Lord God Made them all.” The prettiest trees with blossoms Are fruit trees, “He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is the Almighty, Who has made all things well.” Some trees crave for warmth, To say goodbye to...

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fertile ground was found the soil a rich deep dark brown the seeds were welcomed ...

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Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold and her...

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A man took his neighbor to court, though he did what he asked, in short. For he gave him leave to try and conceive: a surrogate daddy, of sorts. Suspicions began to arise; it seemed he’d been tricked, he surmised. For no child was bred though they’d shared a bed in more than seventy tries. Seems the neighbor’s shots were all blank; discussions then got...

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A good mother had an only son one she wanted to do right she was no Christian herself but knew the Bible kept you right So this mother wanted for her boy to plant good seeds on fertile soil stories of Jesus would be so ideal divine truth fully so heavenly royal 'Jesus calls His disciples' his first book tells so much of the...

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I gasp, for cluttered words dissolve, clasping at fear for an unknown resolve. The heartbeat's drummer is out of sync, reduced to what emotions think. Yet in the mighty realm of hope, there lies an outstretched cord of rope, in which to save from tears' great flood, and flourish a garden with fertile mud. 7-23-2022...

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head was potato now a member of nato cats with tomato (catsup) hurrah we just won the greater glory of God were Peter's peacocks an operation which had been called by putin special military will catch a big bass instead of cutting grass think that we will pass with comfort and care plane took off into midair with some room to spare terrible turtle had found her to be fertile whose name...

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fertile ground was found the soil a rich deep dark brown the seeds were welcome...

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Calendar Sage David J Walker The time has come to Turn the page The calendar sage has spoken It is autumn And the garden Takes one last look at The sky That might try one last time To rain Its seeds remain well hidden Think of me when The first shoots breakthrough A frosty crusted grave of A long fallow winter God’s fertile Earth Blessed...

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woman on her scooter scoops chili from her insulated bag onto plastic plates deftly juggling movement while the motor idles wounded humanity, street people with shock eyes ...

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Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns, Alluring his glance there shadows dance Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by. The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi, Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise, Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch Spotting a raft of ducks slowly, slowly cross. He floats among clouds, his dreams amplified, Buzzing amber...

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Once I found my ground I felt rivers coming down warmth in my cheeks mourning the old soiled soil that ceased to exist I let life drop violently on my tendency to coil Unaware that the opposite motion Would stretch my arms Legs Torso Dreams -- I breath elegantly now Motion controls What comes in What I want to show Feeling my internal lung walls Solid and moist Watching my external ethereal walls Dissipate...

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Nourished on fertile ground* of good works’ harvests my stewardship, yielded to the Supreme Creator ceaselessly persists against impediments blossoming for functional productivity… Once a breeding plot of university secularism my mind had its activism germinations midst cynicism and skepticism weeds along liberalism sproutings… Then in the most opportune planting time God, through His sent-out Gospel sower embedded to my soul His...

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