Plentiful Poems - Poems about Plentiful

Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest the following written for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware the exit (stage door left) allows, enables, to provide every season with a bumper crop of dead souls. many mortals beseechingly lift up their hands in supplication and inquire omnipotent omniscient force and ask why since the dawn of civilization humans dream up...

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Thirsty for a drink of water, she sits down on a tree-stump and rests for a while. A peaceful day of recent dreamy memories, thoughts that wandered away, as her father and brother work clearing out the field around the willow trees for spring planting. The mild warm weather is getting ready for rain. The ground is soft and yield nutrients for the...

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We were so plentiful enjoying what came our way We were a fantastic team that had lots of spirit We started to lose our merit as humans were taking our credit but we’ll keep on fighting because they will not break our spirit We are now doing, a lot of grinding but all our efforts, are not binding Unfortunately, bad news is coming we’re losing, to...

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lorn, horn plenty; diplomatic abundance; overflowing mass; ~ symbols of supply; goods, things of a specific kind; shaping like goat's horn, ~ vegetables of corn; ever so plentiful so... flowers, fruits, and more; 5/10/20 Placed #6 place in Contest For CORNUCOPIA POETRY CONTEST Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann...

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Gathering my wits I did ask one day Say Love, who are you and where from you hail? Of all ideals yours seems the best way yet finds you not across seas if we sail. In the rise of the sun you will find me In the serene quietude of the dusk, In the flourish of the moon you'll find me enticing...

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that love is freedom shared by the willing, is truth we hold to be self-evident, and thus we mold flamboyant bells to ring, declaring ourselves still as relevant; but what remains of dawn’s once early light? so dim the morning, grim, growing hungry, ...

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Blessings a many, absent the insanity, so hard to see Taking me plenty, nights so unfriendly, to believe in thee Therefore I do not, resent the journey, honestly was fun to me Hereafter I could not, rescind the learning, plentiful blessed be...

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