Hays Poems - Poems about Hays

... Written on April 19th 2025 for Sara Jama's The Chaos in my Heart Contest I am wrapped in darkness, crippled by the chaos in my heart. Swallowing tangled foxgloves of regret, I spiral.......

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...The farmer made Wooden pitchfork Lift lot of hays.......

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...Even in the dark, your beauty shines brighter than the brightness of days, Success lives in your home cos while the sun was still shining you made your hays, You share your bed with great fortunes ......

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...Truly those days were fun, Little children playing each, With a fine decorated toy gun, Life was serious yet catchy; And we were easily convinced ‘ Sit back, I will buy you Akara’, Was enough t......

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...We are old MacDonald’s great-grandchildren who help him in his fields during weekends, We gather chopped hays and feed his chicken, then watch him works with his farmers and friends. We......

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...If only I could pull the time each day I’d rather stretch, drag or expand in anyway Then, I can be more productive than I thought I can even start or finish my tomorrow’s work. If only ......

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...clouds as fluffy as the whistling bliss encircling in the sky, eyes fonder and kiss abaft the hidden pillows of lace brightness over hays above Thy grace......

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...Elder sister initiated the process always, I could see her, like a finch or sparrow, restless for days; Hay she collected; prepared pretty painted paper rocks, To cover up the cattle shed made bri......

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...Storms do not last They happen very fast But the damages stay In the trays, in the hays, and lay With us for a very long time The memories are worth more than a dime The souvenirs disappear Th......

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...In her dream appeared the angel Gabriel! Bold message was delivered ‘Mary, you are going to be the proud mother of Son of God.’......

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...Oh, emeralds of days Life is the stages on bedded roses Loving you becoming lights side Of my hills lovely shines In ticks of love ,clock remains as our veil Roses are blooming to be guest's gen......

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... You can make me your leather ball, Play me where you like But I know I will come back to you Someday, Cos' you definitely need me again To make another bounce, but then I might be fi......

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...On a never lonely street was where I grew up There we played from morning till dusk Then we woke up neat and free, but back home laced with dust Slightly dirtier than those lazy ducks Our po......

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...Green dragon with your gnarly ways Eating asparagus all your days Biting harsh straws within your hays Writing your Shakespearean plays Ice cold snow cone has turned you blue. Wrens in your ea......

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...A Cowboy never says goodbye, it’s not in his nature A Cowboy never says goodbye, the prairie his teacher A Cowboy never says goodbye, the wind his closest friend A Cowboy never says goodb......

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