Seed Poems - Poems about Seed

When the seed of fear is planted in minds, It germinates in brains as a tormentor— Sometimes sown by a whisper, a shadow, a lie repeated twice. When illusion becomes reality, And starts by making the heart skip a beat, then more of its beats, then all of its beat. It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark, Born from...

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HANSEL AND GRETHEL*—A FRACTURED FAIRY TALE Poem written for and submitted to “The Seed of Fear Poetry Contest,” Jami Patterson, sponsor, August 5, 2025. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the great city where towers scraped the sky, lived an accountant with taxes too high. His fingers trembled over empty ledgers, scary times calling for drastic measures. No longer in democracy...

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That which once was and can no longer be, a vision once seen you can no longer see. When described as a thought, a memory, or a seed or seedling if it is a tree. The beginning of something the world now calls me! ...

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The cat didn't give a diddly squat, she played her fiddle non-stop, accompanied by her kitten's song they yowled from dusk till dawn and the townsfolk never slept! The fat old cow could not jump even if she tried (which, of course, she didn't), she gave no milk, nor cream for butter so down the road she was sent to Old Moon's Butchery and...

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Peter came at half-past three, Tapping sharply from an apple tree. “Wendy, Michael, and John, too— Come and fly; the stars want you.” Out of the window, hand in hand, The trio swept above the land. Their mother's sobs fell away behind. Another bedtime story she can't unwind. In Neverland, the sky can't change. The moon is weird, the sun is strange. No one grows,...

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Seeds are sown seeds will grow into a weed into a rose millennium passes into black holes the sand will turn into glass bones into dust-flesh into ash eventually everything blows back to the path back home. There're no grand mysteries only infinite, undiscovered truths into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute] miracles suckle from gravities root. The ego often forsakes the creator God careens...

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Her look said much thou she in essence hid a lot Her look had an accusation that did set me aback Her manner one of one in great internalized turmoil Her demeanor said she has been thru pretty much It was plain and apparent she needed to find someone Not just a solid shoulder to lean on that at the...

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orchard in garden yields bounteous ripe apples, stem cell in seed is a little bit of nothing - willing self to be fulfilled...

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The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes, That’s how time flies, With hope to rise, And potential born of dedication, Yet drowned beneath trepidation. You’re the descended curse from Eden, Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding. Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity, You are the seed of Adam and Eve, Footsteps echo in melancholy. You pray for wealth, not to be holy, Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly. But silence guards...

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I gave a seed a little jacket Now, in harsh weather, he can hack it. When the sun begins to show, and it's time for him to grow, he can go ahead and crack it....

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A Father Seed ( O' Lord Water Me) I am a Seedling oh! Lord water me; You planted me in a vessel; I'm yours, your energy; O' Lord water me; And I'm in the the desert heat; O' Lord water me; Love made me Grace saved me Father planted me I am graced and loved A chosen pick seed Atop this heated earth My flesh is not...

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Juicy and sweet, these berries delight, Unique flavor with a hint of almond's bite. Native to North America's land, Eaten fresh or dried, both are grand. Baked into pies or made into jam, Enjoyed in wines, a treat for the fam. Rosy bronze leaves in spring's embrace, Rich in nutrients, a healthful grace. Indigenous peoples cherished them so, Essential vitamins they bestow. Saskatoon berries, nature's...

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A-s P-lant R-eaps I-mportant L-eaf, J-oyfully O-ffering Y-ield ©bfa042025 Monocrostic (Birthday of April Joy B. Calubayan) ...

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Seeing the almond seed, How it had grown. What it looked at her? A little leg… She would feel surprised. Before just an object and now? It was a living being! Either it had always been a living being? Either it was not a living being now? She gazed and gazed at the little leg, It was a matter of time. It would become a greenish...

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Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath the cushion clouds looking for a way out. I could smell the fragrance moving with the wind and the branches could not...

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