Harvester Poems - Poems about Harvester

GO, NO—STAY Deport those filthy illegals, go call the cops! But not the brown losers who are picking our crops We won’t tell them to go Who else would stoop so low? And it would cause inflation in our grocery shops ...

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In Halloween week once the days have turned dark He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark All steer a wide path as he harvests the park By day he is nought but a grass covered mound But a light in the night would show flat level ground His nocturnal...

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bristled tail flitting ears piqued squirrel's hollow cheeks Hawk swiftly charges...

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is a combine harvester mowing down food without any mercy...

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the harvester comes she is laden with nectar~~~ he reaps her sweetness Eileen Manassian...

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Halloween Harvester Of Souls It was October. The time was right, or was it now, or later It’s all the same to me, stuck here in isolation Ripe for exploitation The parents took off to Europe for a spell My medication makes me swoon The moon sliced its way into my room and made a pattern. It appeared to...

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bees make honey-old news and Musa, yes Musa, the rugged, self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey his farm has a drone of hives, bees seem to like him and for some reason, the village women as well this day, under a hot tropical sun, a bunch of old village men sit crouched the agenda of the day awaits on one side sits Musa...

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Out of the lone evening of overgrowth I come arms laden with stalks That have dry leaves and no fruit. My harvest of memory is woeful And dilapidated, Besides history's recondite shadows Keep tripping my speech There are gaping holes in the past And in the reconstruction of any vision. One can only start anew: The first gospel of my alterity. Something in the harvest though Forbids...

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Anger to which I’ve grown A friend, to me my own The fear comes creeping close To claim me as its host I’m scared, I’m mad Pining for what I had Offered, stolen in haste Makes me think it’s all a waste Safety, future Sacrificed unto her Harvester of sorrow Beside myself with fear Paranoid beyond belief Anticipating the thief To come and take away What has stolen so many...

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