Hoed Poems - Poems about Hoed

...By George (burning hard), I Shaw tried to playwright offers his unsolicited tidbits as scene courtesy the following virtually staged philosophical insight. Arch back like a professional......Read More

...The old tree has long been felled, And you need to know the ground To find the last few signs of Sunken family grave mounds. The graveyard is now full And it was thought for the best To find ......Read More

...TWILIGHT Daylight was creeping into dusk Yet enough light remained To see the shadow or father As he hoed before rain Evelyn Pearl Anderson ......Read More

...In the chapel wherein Joe laid, his son stood, those final moments, needed. A reflective image of one’s boyhood flooded through his mind, fourteen years he has lived, yet somehow a hope of emulati......Read More

...You painted a portrait The lines were severe The color was harsh No vibrance found here. Youth had diminished The sounds of goodbye Friends that were cherished Even thoughts of suicide. ......Read More

... I occasionally reach back to yesterday, not because I refuse to move on and fo......Read More

...Her spirit lived in the garden's bright blooms. Tended with a solemn vow that he'd kept. Their scent reminded him of her perfumes. While planting, his sad heart mournfully wept. Tended with a s......Read More

...June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021 While scrolling over outdated docs (i.e. namely OpenOffice documents) derrière seated upon hard backed chair, yours truly came upo......Read More

...(Sanatoga, Pennsylvania location) I luxuriated as inkling of spring 2021 offered sneak preview today March third as temperatures reached low fifties Fahrenheit. Yours truly began reading on......Read More

...Seems we walked away the morning Hil and I hiking toward Comer's Stand Stopping awhile to swing on a grapevine Identifying the wooded birds singing We ate our lunch in early afternoon- A peanut ......Read More

...I just like their love of fifty years that they held very dear the lilies and the irises looked radiant that year. they had no need to prove their love just a knowing glance instead ......Read More

... It was a Wednesday; a day woven into prison blankets and dish towels. A day to assess hours unnoticed. A time of trivial hungers. The hard heft of earlier times: - not fitting into any......Read More

...B - R - E - A - K - I - N – G N - E - W - S! This just...in... Schwenksville, Pennsylvania Highland Manor mission control... I reed you soft and vague..., why...lace hy......Read More

...I made myself a wastrel an orphan of my choice And severed all my family ties in search of my own voice I left without once looking back the present straight ahead The past redundan......Read More

...this middle aged rue stirring bummer haint no stranger to cold, when dark hen stormy wintry days eggs hit from Arctic portal en fold ding Atlantic Seaboard in a blizzard of bitterly, ......Read More