Ploughed Poems | Examples

Raggedy Army

Raggedy Army

As morning bathes in spring sunshine
A raggedy army stands in line.
Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized,
Unarranged, disorganised.
Red, a splash among the grey
A new parade at dawn each day.
Some heads drooping, some held high,
A handful gazing at the sky.
Fresh and bright to start the morning,
Most won’t see a new day’s dawning.
In summer’s heat, the same routine -
A new head where an old had been.
In autumn’s fading dying light
A hardy few keep up the fight.
But then to hide in winter’s snow,
Till spring’s warmth says it’s time to show.
And bursting forth and standing proud,
Though scattered, battered, thrashed and ploughed
The raggedy army stands again
Eternal homage to fallen men.

Grace Knurls Decrepit Gnarls

Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed,
Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow.
It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed,
To a shape what decrepit, flailing lovers can still avow.

Grace respects the knurled design that time has hewn,
That's not a flaw, nor fault, but a form that time engraves.
With old branches twisted, scarred, gone too far to prune,
Grace hugs the bumps and twists that life well-spent saves.

It's the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to rage
Against the blight of the coming of the night,
Despite the cranky snarls that ring on anvil swage,
As loved ones bare the brunt of frail days plight.

So let the gnarls knurl the grooves to grip tight.
To fight and rage against the fading of the light.

Parking Space

Metro auto wipes against my glass muck,
fog and rain crush the inside out of me —

There part of her appearing windshield down; 
this myself, a glitter in the stoplight —

Now the slick and slip of odd out borders —
this accidental Déjà Vu ploughed steel;

Where the upside of this doll backseat pass —
my brass wheels, they spin only for your world,

And then to the swallows new to this air —
the color of heart still beneath our tires.

FIELDS

FIELDS

Ploughed and turned over, the field respects the annual makeover. Not just to support another season of growth, but to remain fertile and welcoming, come rain or shine. It shows its face to the sky and smiles.

The earth tries to breathe
Deep soil moves ever slowly
Yielding more new life

Show me, Milo, your love and wonders

Show me, Milo, your love and wonders
By Michelle Morris 
14/09/2024

You turn and look back at me 
With your chocolate brown eyes
Asking the silent question 
Can we go on this path for a while?

I let you lead the way each time 
Because I know that you are sure
Thank you for exploring it with me 
This lush and peaceful natural world 

Verdant corridors and bubbling brooks 
Ancient trees and rocks and roots
Birds that delight us with their song
Bees and butterflies around flowers throng

Show me cow pastures and ploughed fields
Show me the blue skies where fluffy clouds are free
Show me your secret doggy universe 
Show me, Milo, your love and wonders

© Michelle Morris, 2024

Jesus In The Rural Soil

Sweating in the rustic dusts of Nazareth, you laboured.
As a farm labourer, ironsmith, weaver, and shepherd,
You ploughed with the peasants, who were curious yet loving.
They were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing.

You walked, pondering over the Sea of Galilee.
Where fishermen struggled like lilies amidst barberry,
The breeze, amalgamated with the Abba message, blew.
With you, the fraternity of the folks, day by day, grew.

You read about all philosophies and theologies.
Small or great, each one therein had unique ideologies.
The rich, though they seemed strong, bent in the winds of faith like reeds.
You held all of them in the same balance, mending their creeds.

Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, blossom, fruit, and weed imparted wisdom.
In the soul of each seed, the lord of lords founded the kingdom.

Sunset - Death Of My Father Minichu

By the sunset, you were ploughed
In a new tableau of color for every sun's new goodbye—
Life's bright glow on my skin fades now.

On my face, faith has known better days—
Smoothed stones— a walk through the past;
Wringed like my hands in his picture's pain.

Running track
Light cast
Set aback

By the sunset, you were ploughed,
Smoothed stones— a walk through the past,
Set aback.

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Watching his tears the day after in sunset rain,
God, guard the course...
No timeless room for new blame.

His ghostly squeeze now with my heart—
For his endearing hope in me snatched,
By his fire's ending of the dark.

Likewise glass
Sun catch
Lasts

Watching his tears the day after in sunset rain,
For his endearing hope in me snatched
Lasts.

Switch On Warm Fronts

Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight
On Winter's frame around tree trunks and boughs,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Atypical thaw for this season's height,
Where my mime yet waits to move for the clouds;
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.

While setting back at the set of twilight—
My heart's glassy soil's whiff— portrayals ploughed,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

A hiding mood that left the moon behind 
In wisps of air, still by strains of dark's shroud
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight.

Repeated turn-arounds of the street lights—
Where essence freaks in the glitter; glade pound,
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Of Nature believable; hasn't died—
Through the Winter's Time, waning about how
Uncommon Sun frisks mercury— heat's blight;
Shrieking frost shattered— melts in her tears, rights.

Task

"Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. "  Quote by Rumi

Seek not the right person
Seek to be made right within
Travel to your soul's depths
See what is wrong, repair
Stay long, search, take deep breaths

Seek not the right person
Pray for help in being right
Search your soul, then love comes
If you love at all times
True love will overcome 

Seek not the right person
Learn to give of yourself
Freely share worldly goods
Love others as you should
Stay away from falsehoods 

Seek not the right person
Learn to build souls up
Reach down fill empty cups
With kind words each day
Let us all be grownups  

Seek not the right person
But right within your soul
Not self-righteous and proud
We can be wonderful
A heart just ploughed and sowed

Four Little Rooms

He lived in four little rooms
locked behind the door.
And the night shined through
where a light shined before.
A red flame burned ashen gray,
lying on the floor.

So you move yourself along.
And grind on down.
And scrape the path you drag around.
Stumblin’ on the way.
A new day with no grace to say,
starin’ down the ground.

They’re softer lies to swallow
when you’re drunk.
Or when you’re full of faith
and barely saved.
It’s only things that fade.
And leave impressions in the dark.
And demons in the haze.
Sunlight burns night away,
and darkness into day.	

So sing inside your walls.
And make the lamps low.
And watch the white screen glow,
black on grey.
The words that you say.
And drain yourself away.
Another night burned white by day.
I beg you Darkness, come again!

Are you fated?
Or are you led?
Well either way the moon will grow.
And spread out wide across the snow.
Piled high and ploughed.
Raised between the lines.
And layered across the years.

Winters Sun

Winters Sun.

 Crystal shapes on the windowpane, glistening in the morning sun. Fields all ploughed now show the signs of Jacks skates from the night, birds all flown just the winter animals left to roam.

  Summer garbs now replaced thick woolly jumpers hats and scarves are now all the craze. Children moan at the long cold nights, while others enjoy cups of hot chocolate tea, ensconced in warm and happy homes, while outside the snow lightly falls.

  St Nick his turn soon to come, readies his list and the reindeer team, till that day fingers and toes both  young and old, feel the cold from doing  chores in winters sun.

By
Patrick D

Mad Times

MAD TIMES

The season of hope and growth
Following those cold empty days
Dark ribbed ploughed fields wait 
As new life sniffs the warmer air
Bursting forth, as if all new ideas
In shades of lime, olive and sage
Avidly searching to see the sun
Soon to realise their new vision

Autumnal

AUTUMNAL

A timely reminder is September’s first chill
After the harvest it’s brown ploughed fields 
Kids walking to school as they all start again
A new set of friends, and some with a brain
It is both sad and serene as summer yields
And gold and red leaves fall, silent and still

No longer summer’s hot and sunny hours
Now, days are in a mild temperate mood
An ideal situation to prepare for the cold
Trees nearly bare, both the young and old
Squirrels hiding nuts as next Spring’s food
Among the last blooms of resilient flowers

Diesel Spray

Diesel spray for Christmas
Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke
On isthmus

They laughed out loud
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
You're ploughed

Watch out!
Charma evokes.
Flout~
     
Diesel spray for Christmas
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
Flout~~

Ekphrasis Snapshot Gentileschi

much to her famous pa did owe
then ploughed her own furrow
to have her say
breaking the glass ceiling 
of her day

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