Grasses Poems - Poems about Grasses

BLACKLAND PRAIRIE From Red River down to San Antone, The Blackland Prairie’s all but gone— Scoured clean by progress, tilled and torn, By “civilized” greed, excess born, A plundered land that mourns the dawn. Where bison and pronghorn used to roam In numbers lost in time and stone Now parking lots...

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He zings through tall grasses and lands on my knee I try my best to pull this sticky legged insect off me He chortles and chuckles and pings off in the wind. This hopper of grasses surely has annoyed and sinned. Another one of these pests zings onto my shirt. Giving me the willies, I scream at my cousin Bert Get...

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Grasses of the world Spread, covered in thin dews Beauty morning brings....

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The seeds you planted shall grow. I saw the ones you did sow, I think that's what you should know. You don't cocks order to crow, The twilight to shadows throw And you can't tell River "Flow". Down the grasses in farms mow. They're weeds: much worse than snow. When you do this lines you toe. If you fail wait for the blow! Tell others...

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There is a meadow that seems to spring from beyond trees in a bordering forest To many, it is known as "The Clearing." To me, it's a beautiful place. full of tall grasses of lavender and...

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There’s a whisper in the grasses As the emerald sea divides Through which my lover passes To come and join my side Between the lightning flashes The summer rains break free Nourishing the grasses As your love does to me There’s a whisper in the grasses As the narrow path grows wide That leads to meadows placid Where I’ll find you by my side A cold wind...

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among huge red blooms ornamental grasses wave fleecy clouds wander drowsing in fierce sun very fragrant snowball bush greenest grass carpets purple peonies shaded by cream sunflowers when plum sun passes...

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A farmer remembers stubborn grasses And his hands remember his cutlasses; Down The Stubborn he goes cut to mow Enemy shrubs he would want low; A hectare he gives intended glows But from Mongrel elicit Wows! Foolish fighter of his decision to sow While every portion is a waiting row: With fertilizer to let shoots grow And his farmer’s Account cause to flow … Only...

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To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway These pastures of different green colour hues Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day Farmers in their fields, reaping in the dry hay Skies lightened by the sun in blooms of blues To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway Birds; within the hedgerow’s, come to survey Ears as bent, as to the...

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I am lighter than the wind floating on top of a current My heart is light I feel free and fanciful I envy no animal or plant today Passing ripe raspberries, I grin Glad they are they And I am me The breeze takes me past a field of flowers It is a gorgeous mixture of renegade florals there is no jealousy or regret n...

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Prayers for Greater Rains David J Walker I am no Stranger to this land I know each name Of the forest of grasses In the trails carved of rain And the crease of crevasses that travail the passes to the Mesa’s that fain the same calling As far away snowcapped mountains That refrain from falling down And bowing to the Torrents of wind...

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In this field, There have already been many gathering, All are mere living skeletons; Their flesh gone completely Only by their nerves Do they try to seize their souls floating in the air However, please do not worry For their bodies still know How to keenly perceive the world around them They are ready for standing patiently With their feet covered with snow Until spring comes Existence...

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A beautiful grass I saw and touched and said to it " where are you going? " because of its wildness because of its harmfulness because of its velocity and acceleration Oh! my life what could have been that folly world where snakes sure would have been hiding amidst a kingdom then who could have been the most likely target?....

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Ethereal beauty arrives every spring, Earthworms and puddles gentle rains bring. Soon we’ll meet butterfly and honeybee. Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see. Joy and happiness parade in my happy heart. Not ready for planting but this is a start. I begin to make my famous sweet berry tea. Verdant lush grasses everywhere that I see. Daffodils pop up, say a quick...

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Early season grass, green, soft and immemorial:-, a yearly change....

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