Harvested Poems - Poems about Harvested

...Every second, every minute, every single thought about you Wonders of this still could be too good to be true Fluttering in my heart, palpitations go amiss I yearn for the touch of your skin, and ......Read More

...Recognizing life's fields need steady crop rotation Each of their grains harvested requires separatization Safely stored in silos of compartmentalization Red lights flash consistently on the horiz......Read More

...Is full of concealment, form, and void. A plane of darkness where immortals descended from grace, as their flames lay buried under their temples and forgotten by. Intertwining within the h......Read More

...A cracked and empty skull makes a beautiful flower pot, desk tidy or paperweight. Place a nightlight in that osseus cave and it will become a small table lamp. Through the ages monks have h......Read More

...To live with victory won by the sin of cheating, corruption becomes physically manifest - unethical, corrupt political leaders might triumph, and our Constitution and National Security put at risk......Read More

... Corn is harvested and hay neatly bailed Indian summer hovers over field Wind frolicker dived smoothly then impaled Unwary creature who was unconcealed. Small bird of prey with beautif......Read More

.... This V Day Sure it was Excellent Composed A crisp message “You are the sweetest beloved The one and My only trusted No one can match y......Read More

...So, young they were, when they first met. They slowed dance with love under dim lights when they got married. Their children were born like little birds in a nest as they taught the......Read More

...I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me comes one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire. is winnowing f......Read More

...You can, if you wish, watch your thoughts change into small dinosaur-birds feathers returning to armored scales; see the terrible teeth native to the sparrow's beak. Tucked into small bundles ......Read More

... In poetry, the pen is the plow who prepares the seed... The blank paper is the fertile field where is fecundated the poetry... But fleeting is inspiration.... you always must have it a......Read More

...Soledar and a salt mine The mine is enormous can hide an army of Ukrainian soldiers the thousands we thought had been killed on the battlefield The winter is arriving late in this cursed land,......Read More

...How crisp is the chill of Autumn's wind that brings a blush of rouge to my cheeks. It blows through branches dressed in leaves of chromatic colors, crimson, orange and gold. Hues that appear ......Read More

... An applecart of half-eaten ideas pushed into sight by heavyweight ghosts. Wormwood and cider the aroma of root beer in a lit-up air. The poet pauses….judges the hunger of his next line to......Read More

... Be my darling for me honey a Valentine Just be mine… Thank you for loving me as yourself I thank you for your so loneliness Is your strength, your heart beats strong? I embrace you cl......Read More