Fields Poems - Poems about Fields

Lilies Of The Fields 1963 A field full of flowers. Yellow is my favorite color. Run freely in the wind. Stay young with an imagination. Be carefree through the open land. Live a simple life if you can. There's nothing like living out in the country. This is the way it should be. Swing high...

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Oil Fields Too many long hours in the day. Many hard days under the sun and in the rain. After so many years, I now understand. You worked a hard job on the land. I don’t thank you enough. With iron you have to be tough. Sun up oil and dirt. I appreciate all your...

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Behind, Ahead, To Bring Our Move! Raise The Score, Fields, Voices, ...

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Once she whispered to me, with the voice of a breeze caressing the fields, "Why me? What is it in me that makes you love me?" And I could have given her a thousand reasons, told her about her grace, About her smile that rises like a gentle moon, about her voice that sings like a river, About her...

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This horrendous Cambodian war-time story, Ends with Cambodian glory, Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times, It is one of the best movies ever and all so true, These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran In the face of horrific adversity Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe, Yet together, help and document about a hovering Communist strategy. The Vietnam war at...

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Once reflective now the glass just holds what you painted upon it smashed up pieces still the...

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Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver wire "Do you see it?" I ask her my voice a splintered cello "The train, Ellie—the one that carries us westward past the edge of the world where Cronus grinds his teeth and...

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Once there stood a golden field, Swaying crops, a farmer's yield. Morning songs of birds took flight, Beneath the sky so vast and bright. The village paths, of dust and stone, Where children laughed and cattle roamed, Now paved with tar, so smooth and wide, Where restless cars and buses glide. The thatched-roof homes with lantern’s glow, Replaced by lights in glassy rows. The banyan...

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There's not time enough for me.. to look for you, nor you to look for me. Though you may have many years I have only hours, that's why I left you flowers. There's little chance for me to recognize your face find your parading eyes, reduce the useless space. A curse to some, perhaps. but I'm content with my life and lot. After all...

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The fire burns, with embers glow Even still, this house feels cold The wind softly sighs it's goodbyes I lay two plates upon the wood Though one gets cold I pour the tea, it spills and pools My hands shake at the thought of you The clock still ticks, the world still turns But time means little to me With every knock I pray...

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Memories of Gracie Fields linger As someone who gave people the finger Gracie felt defeated Cheers were deleted As the Brits took offence as she lingered ...

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In The Fields Of Hope where the Warriors roam where Roses fall along with Pricks and Thorns, where Rivers Of Ideals flow with Fortitude Upwards, One with the Bliss of Solitude So High, towards Mountain Peaks of Victory and Grace There, In Most Haste, I Have Arrived In Faith...

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Buttered Fields It was early when she was tickled awake as light eased under the eaves to trickle through a sigh of curtains, to whisper across the bedroom floor, to nudgingly nestle beside her…..and beam! Outside the sun had buttered the fields, mellowing, yellowing the crisp, morning dew. The girl awoke wearing playful eyes and a zestful imagination wishing for a form...

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Once up on a giant sunflower, A pink fairy lost her way in grand green fields She sat alone for what seemed hours When out of nowhere a blue dragonfly yields Will you come and sit with me before you go? The dragonfly stayed and sang a lovely lullaby ...

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FIELDS Ploughed and turned over, the field respects the annual makeover. Not just to support another season of growth, but to remain fertile and welcoming, come rain or shine. It shows its face to the sky and smiles. The earth tries to breathe Deep soil moves ever slowly Yielding more new life ...

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