Harvest Poems - Poems about Harvest

poverty-stricken skeleton-like old women ~ gather grain-remains ...

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Our summer crops are in and larders full So we are now well stocked for winter’s worst When we will face freezing Arctic attacks. Our stock contains dried fruits, roots and nuts Along with several sacks of grain to grind To make the flour to bake the daily bread. And we have pickled veg in pots galore. Beetroot, onions, shredded red cabbage...

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N-ame Y-ields M-essage F-or A-ll ©bfa042025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Nymfa Agoyaoy) ...

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Sun slowly peeps its head in the east, Bird barbet flies towards its nest, ...

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Seven and one, open gates! Zero, cancel wild! He who suffers, first berates! Listen, auld to child! Errors of the prophets? By necessity, none. Perfect record, get the fits? Oracle, scion, pun? Ergo, O my time and space! As above, below! Meteor, dark fire, displace. Broken, O my bow... Dread, thy bed. Bend back, bring. Born. Death, thy sacred sand. Dagger, axe, hell, heaven, horn. Doom within all, planned... Falcon, fix...

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S-own H-armony E-ventually R-eaps Y-early L-ikes ©bfa041925 Monocrostic (Birthday of  Sheryl Apog)...

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Spring Harvest Spring is in bloom the new harvest begins soldiers in drag get ready for the kill kill a child here kill many more over there harvest more babies kill them every where one by one or three by three coral them in tents then burn them alive prance around smiling with glee remember to steal a few organs too sell them for profit this genocide you love harvest...

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Tears are salty seeds planted in the rich soil of hope. When given nourishment, encouragement, ...

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Tis not the age of lushy, dewy dawn the springtime of our race when we knew not right or wrong. In the gardens of the past, before we knew a story had begun There was room for naive error afore the coming of the Son. But not for us -no- for we live in the fall: the anticipatory autumn afore the harvest at the...

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The rain falls down, A gentle call, Water seeks lanes and yards, Since the rills,and drains, And local ponds vanished. On the roads, Passing cars splash water, Dirty on paddlers' clothes, As they leap high To avoid the mess. They jump again and again Through the potholes, Dodging the distress. If rain lingers long Water flows, a streaming throng, Covering the roads. Let's bear this all, For in nature's plan, Without rain's grace Rice...

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Hark, everyone, one and all, like crabs on rocks, on earth we crawl, minding tides that rise and fall, I say unto you. Vast, long-suffering, scuttling horde, welcome our new leader and lord, a bountiful harvest our just reward, Now we are crab stew....

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Windswept, the rows of leaves descent. Bereft the bare of toppling dreamt. The lamb of fluffiness gives clue. A pram does shake with laughter coo. The revenue of shapes and hues, For heaven sweeps, creates such views. Plush yards of harvest dreams full tilt. Postcards of dawn or dusk and gilt. ...

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Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into my bones Fog an Erebian curtain a Stygian veil barn swallows following susurrus secrets of the soul each step a slow exhalation a...

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after church service we gather to eat and pray for all those in need...

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...the village shivers a hive of restless souls skin pricklin' with anticipation as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin' like trapped hummin' birds the gun cracks — a thunderbolt shatterin' th' autumn...

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