Ploughs Poems | Examples

The Echo Returns Not

A farmer ploughs his field,
And sows the quality seed,
Expecting a bumper yield.
He is so ambitious in deed!
The minimum support price,
He fails to get for his produce,
Instead receives many an advice.
Finally, found hanging to a noose!

His Echo Returns Not!!

A bride as a spouse,
In mind with many a hope,
Enters her in-laws house!
With them, she can’t cope!
For her to rejoice her married life,
There, she finds not an iota of scope!
She is denied her status of a wife,
For everything she gets a ‘nope’!

Her Echo Returns Not!!

When Summer Is Gone

When summer is gone
Clouds start their move with a scurry
As if to attend to some urgent work 
Taking their move as a harbinger,
Birds and animals reset their homes 
And preserve foods in secret stores
Get ready, the farmers, with ploughs and processed seeds
Men take out their umbrellas from lofts.
Mothers wait eagerly for children’s comeback from school.
Children look like heavy weight champions with waterproof jackets.
Youth rush to restaurants to relish hot and yummy savouries.
The poor old men try to patch up their thatched huts.
Villagers offer reverence to gods for good rain
A huge locomotion everywhere 
Pitter-patter rain drops
Come down with flashes and splashes.


Placed: 1st

THE CHOICE WE MADE

We stood at a crossroads
With a choice that could define us
To rise and prosper together
Or to pursue wealth in isolation.

We were handed guns
But also tools— hoes and ploughs
Intelligence, skills, and sustenance
Rum, gum, and nicotine.

Yet, we abandoned the plough for idle lands
Traded intelligence for transient pleasures
Found profit in selling our strongest
And embraced the folly of shortsighted gains.

Now, our fertile soils weep for the plough
Our mines cry out for careful hands, not machines
Our brilliant minds hunger for true nourishment
Yet all we grasp is the meager bread of the day.

RICH AFRICA, POOR AFRICANS

Shadow Self, By Its Nature

Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down,
For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs, 
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs.

For Summer will chip on flowers cut under ploughs 
Out of our brief life; peeping, concerned heads,
And Winter then, snowing hard with a forest's bare; bony abs—
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for;

Out of our brief life; their peeping, concerned heads,
Power now shared by crows long before Autumn's fast,
Though it is God in that, that must be wept for—
Spring tones, the blues— creature sky must come down.

We Always Survives

 

Mom and I liked to go on country drives,
she drove fast and I feared for our lives;
we got lost most of the time,
in lush scenery sublime;
Oh, don't worry ! 'Cause we always survives !

Down long winding roads many farms we passed,
but because they were a blur I looked fast;
we sped by brown mooing cows,
and startled farmers on ploughs;
later, I exclaimed  . . .  Mom that was a blast !

Bike Ride

I like
my bike.

Riding, 
gliding, 

I view
sky blue

and see
grand tree.

Morn yields
corn fields -

Pasture
rapture;

Farm ploughs;
calm cows

lazing . . .
grazing

on grass
gone past.

Slow roam.
Go home.

Gwenith Ddu a Prose of Welsh Origin

Black Wheat

A flash ; and crash; booming
thundering of ear drums broken.

Burning feet ; enveloping heat ; 
winds of razors shredding skin.

Fields of scorch; distant fusion torch;
Ploughs melt bleached bones scatter.

Earth seared;  parts human appeared;
lasered ,vast hunger reigns.

A million Suns ; burning as one;
Steamed oceans vanish,  rivers to.

Lotts wife repeated; all food depleated;

                      Its the time ! The
                 Birth of , Black Wheat

Mind Sets

Scarcely had dawn lit the town… 
Nighties hugged tight around…
Onlookers at an overnight transformation…
Winter wonderland’s aspiration!

People light the fire and consider…
Let others go outside and take risks.
Only those truly dedicated few
Understand and act on loving neighbours, through
Getting everything prepared as they go…
Heavy clothing to protect from snow, they
Shovel roadways with their ploughs…

Winter Night Driving

we did prepare for seasonal changes
flurries, fluttering flakes, melded snow, ice
but roads present unforeseen challenges
black ice sends vehicles across a slice
of pavement destroying the hidden mice
blue lights pass, police, ploughs, protectorates
finding the lost, clearing the way, like plates
hard, dark, covered with salt and sand, and when
night breaks, on starry skies, silhouette gates
distract – horrid potholes jump up and then…

Haeccity Heard

Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace

Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged

Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt

Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages




        Fifth May 

      Finesse Saves

Sunniest Days

Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.

Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of the science fields, 
That ploughs grounds where ignorance grows.

It plants the seeds of truth in rows
Which may produce some bitter yields.
I seek to learn what is real
But much prefer what I can feel.

The sun, I read, moves in ellipse
Joining earth and moon in eclipse.
Dry equations scribe orbits hips
But lack the power of poets’ lips.

I feel things of meaning to me
In robust words of poetry.
Free of parallax’ precision
Of syzygy and equation.

The sun plunges to nightly swim
Bathing deep in a crimson sea
Fringed by cumulous atoll rim
As starry friends gaze silently 

Watching through the dark veil of night
Until sun splashes up the dawn 
Raising up night’s curtain to light
As friends fade out without a yawn.

Truth From Stray Facts

Teeth and tongue goodly neighbours
Once argued with words adverse,
Said teeth: we keep keen vigil
To spare you from all evil,
Tongue said, no, it’s my restraint,
Watch, you’re safe if I’m silent.

Just then a bully passed by,
The tongue taunted the tuff guy.
He hit back, knocking all teeth,
With it fell teeth’s boast, all myth.
Tongue smiled, tell me who protects,
Ye should know truth from stray facts.

Words can well be like flowers,
Or careless ploughs, earth-mowers,
If they’re lethal as to kill,
Soothing as well as to heal,
No one knows this truth better
Than poets... that words matter.
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Tongue-in-cheek |30.12.2020| sestet/narrative
Topic: words, poets, truth

Strong Snow

snow strong seems smartly 
slushly snow ploughs seriously
soft snows  swimmingly sleighs


2/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Seriously Snow-

Strong snow seems smartly;
Slushy snow ploughs seriously;
Soft snow sleighs swimmingly;

2/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021

A View From Car Window

a murder of crows
perching on telephone wire
farmer ploughs the field

09/23/20

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