Ploughed Poems - Poems about Ploughed

... 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 gre......

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... 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, flai......

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...Toxic, intoxicating solitude, With a tantalizing proclivity To slither inch by inch, or suddenly, Back into suffocating loneliness When will I again see my own person Reflected back at me fro......

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... The skies now dark with swollen grief, Rain lashes roofs beyond belief. The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas, It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child. Before my eyes - truth t......

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... 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 s......

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... The Dark Side of Emotion (Love never touched its lips, though it longed for destiny!) You are gone, a forgotten episode left for me to see, And still, I wake each day haunted by the chimes ......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 wh......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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..."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 rig......

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...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. ......

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