Plows Poems - Poems about Plows

... AN UNMOCKED ALLEGORICAL FLASHBACK When we were young and growing up, Granny said that all things have a seed, And that every seed produces its own Things to be reaped: good or bad:- ......

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... Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: "heart sets up a vibration echoing as wordless intent mind translates in symbols flight of......

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...Pandemic war plows are now uprooting sown peace; her fruits left to rot:- ......

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...THE ULTIMATE NATURE OF WAR Sown love reaps world peace, While sown hate will reap world war: Power its sower:- Sharers of love will sow peace: Profiteers of war, sow hate:- World peace upro......

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... Night stampedes wind-horses. I edgily negotiate the sharp corners of swerving shadows. The hind hoof of a doe slaps the reflection of my startled face, the Chevy twitches, plows on -......

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... I cannot bear it I have blocked out daylight from my bedroom. A beautiful Spring is coming, but the dead come with it. Every year bodies slide into the earth, the daffodils sprout, unear......

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...The house is colder now as autumn sheds its leaves the push-pull falls wildly beneath the plows along the edges of the gutters and eaves. perhaps because the house is emptied of all the......

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...It was an early dawn of December, Gentle roosters began to crow in the huts, They greeted the first light of the day, Farmers unti......

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...Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed, The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently, Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the wei......

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...Time to be respectable I live in two homes in my mind I’m both Frida and Diego Like me, they lived in Twin Houses The tortured me lives in the blue one The elephant in the red and white ......

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...Bright sunlight tumbles from the crystal blue, while contemplation plows my fertile mind. The moon comes early, making its debut. Dark night will settle, leaving day behind. These sights implor......

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...“boustrophedonic” a cow plows across the page and speech does as pausing without never stops except to catch its me to Greek that’s but breath......

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...Over a hundred years of miracles dating back well before statehood Pioneers who made the desert bloom Though no one thought they could Fighting off constant terror attacks ......

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...The short order cook is getting delirious at five in the morning Beads of sweat showing under his funny hat As he stares blankly at the eight new orders on the wheel, And wonders when the drunks ......

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...It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their ......

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