Reap Poems - Poems about Reap

A lazy man sings Of how much work his desk brings, But too lazy is he To do anything but sleep. A lazy man gives So many explanations, yet still Nothing, nothing but sleep. A lazy man's wish Is to one day be rich But not a day does he Sow, so he can reap....

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I walked in to my least favorite words, ‘Last call.’ We didn’t have an alternate plan; What now? So the streets will meet our mayhem; Inflamed; Should have given us your refuge; Reap this! Now we burn what you told us to write; Riot!...

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The harvest that came from when deep the aim All those seeds that we sow and beget In life's little game we then reap the shame Of those deeds that we grow to regret...

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Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound, battle helmet of direction-secured. True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull. Non-relative incomings from the garment of space, to run obscene into the street. Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream, hydration, epiderm reactions, boils, face cracking on bout of gout. The royal trees and their...

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Written: October 25, 2023 ________________________________________ Autumn saplings fall comely to the ground. Crimson love decays, its vibrant hue around. Cycle of nature, a dance of life's embrace, As summer bids adieu, fall turns to grace. In this harvest paradise, colors whisk and...

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Be grateful for being taught God's word such a wonderful gift is the holy scriptures so make sure to tell others God's promises sharing how you can eternally endure Don't be deceived God won't be mocked whatever you sow you will reap take heed of God's true living word make sure to abide by His word to keep For if you sow according...

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Humbly; With no disrespect, Or ill manner; Were I Jesus, I’d build my church on her! Simon Peter would deny me thrice, But I could rely on her. I can. She’s never let me down. So, on her I’d build my church, The foundation; She’d be my rock. And in her I’d plant my seed, Assured; come harvest, I’ll reap! Whatever you may think of this, Precisely, it is...

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The sky reflected in the harvested field that laps up against the walls of the Church of Saint-Paul de Mausole. A surge of incriminating waves upon which the Word is cast, its roots in the church that’s defined in outline against the random aspect of the sky: a nirvana, or heaven – not to be dictated to by mere mortals. A modest...

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Except in the darkest room In it a figure would loom: No time to cameras zoom, Present as clean: filthy room… Does capture like a good pen Pimples up to painful ten, All the smoke-stained teeth of Ben And proves not the cock a hen… Mirror: the Steadfast Biro Misses out not feared terror: Things which mortify Sarah, Even a typing error. Eyes which had ceased to...

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- Certainly it is not all harvest That Will Bear Healthy Fruits, do not Wait for Harvest of Fruits From Rotten Seeds "... Who Plants Rain, Reaps Storm .. Who makes Vineyard, Reaps Grapes...

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And we keep on falling into tomorrows, A spinning particle with a soul, In harmony with the spheres, Sure as clockwork, Till that final moment, We meet dust, We become wind, And then we are for a while - a phrase, a song, a scent. Falling then, into yesterdays, Each descending further - Soundless,...

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Hosea 8:7: "For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." Reap the whirlwind By Michelle Morris 13/01/2023 Let us be careful of our actions For they betray our thoughts and feelings If we focus on the darkness We will do damage instead of healing If we sow the wind We will surely reap the whirlwind The consequences of bad actions Will always...

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Get up as far as possible earlier To be exact, before the Sun-rise Surely body will feel damn tired But, by practice, you can do this In case you feel greatly sleepy Wash your face in cool water And pour water on your feet Mentality will slightly change Go not and again fall in the bed As that will bring back only sleep Better to...

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When all has fallen, when hell is outside your door, the whispers of monsters become wallowing screams- and tar flows through your veins. Water the dandelions growing between concrete tiles. Even when you are too far gone, use your dying breath to help. Rub the back of a child who fell from their bike, Say thank you regardless of who...

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Pour burdens upon the arms of God Thanking bountiful reap of good Philippians 4:6 "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."...

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