Plough Poems - Poems about Plough

...Help me please! I'm a kid, and I'm confused. Something's wrong with me - I like to run wild and free 'neath the sun, And climb a willow tree. I ask too many questions, that I know. Tell me......Read the rest...

...The night closes the windows, and The sky has become a crystal house, Shining crystal windows, The Moon Has sketched through them - Through the entire alabaster sanctuary. A single star was sen......Read the rest...

...is everyone from Barking Barking mad? Does everyone In Lambeth do the Lambeth walk? Is Leicester Square In Leicester? Is The Elephant And Castle a place where they hide Elephants? Is Oxford Stre......Read the rest...

...When you are alone, you look at the others and think that one had too much ... time to think and that one … well, you surmise, they are on the brink of some precipitous ... evaluati......Read the rest...

...In a land where shadows cast their might, A group of educators, brave and bright, Stood as champions with a common plea, To set their nation's children free. Amidst the rolling hills, they gath......Read the rest...

...The field had stood barren these last few years waiting for the farmer who scratched his head visualising crops with which he could plant corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze he mulle......Read the rest...

...In whirlwinds of dreams, where silences dress in whispers, I urge you to steal from the night fine grains of darkness, To lay them in raven feathers, gathering divine secrets, And to spread ......Read the rest...

...The whole sky is white No blueness is showing Snowflakes are falling Spreading to the ground Bare trees are coated With the warmth of snow Bushes are covered With patches of sn......Read the rest...

... Janus god symbolizing beginnings and endings, grants wishes one may regret A full Wolf Moon peaks illumination the 25th, rising from the horizon at sunset New Year’s Day is c......Read the rest...

...Dream leaf “fall” usher motley hue cascade unfurls dull gray sky gaunt sun mud strewn pockmark on limp moss, wet nabs ripe fruit orchard splurge Moonlit gemstone reach lunar auspice chill......Read the rest...

...My beautiful diamond where have you been? Is it hard to search for you out and in? I know you're not in the sky, For you have no wings to fly Yet hiding in a place away from my face Is it too to......Read the rest...

...It was in the month of December, evening. My sister and I came back from the paddy fields The noon day sun disappeared for sleeping. Farmers unt......Read the rest...

...Tedious toil from dawn to dark, a farmhands days then so harsh and stark. The clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one, Pa's work ending with the setting sun. Daybreak and sunset he milked the......Read the rest...

...Would You Love Me If I Wasn’t A Poet? Would you love me if I wasn’t a poet? Writing between the rhymes Building beautifully a wonder from words Sculpting skilfully What in you A mesmerising ......Read the rest...

...What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing out at dawn? Why it hasn't rained for ages now, So many failed crops, and fields you must plough. Your dirty clothes are all ......Read the rest...