Short Pastures Poems
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Words escape me, Away they go,
Where they go to, I don't know.
Flying off to pastures new
Until they are completely out of view.
the zebra took off to his greener pastures
he's lion in grass
for his love to be tiger
the zebra took off
connie pachecho
3/6/17
golden grass lies dust
below the dry dead mountain’s
rocky quartz outcrops
that yield such a golden grain
as shame man's cultured pastures.
Ravished by a spiritual hyena
Amethyst cries hunting in greener
Pastures where your violence lingers
Evil emerald eyes of black dreamers
I wanted to bid you all farewell I am moving on to greener local pastures..
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Jersey cows on the outskirts.
Lounging around they idle summer days away.
Comfortable in their greener pastures.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
My mask doth not inspire
It maketh me perspire
Restricts my respiration
Foileth my aspirations
Causeth naught but aggravation
Leadeth me to consternation
The cloud looked down in silent shame -
'Oh! What do I do? My lighting kills!'
The strong winds blew it to pastures green -
'O Look down now - your rainfall heals!'
morning sky pink/red
golden crispness misty pastures
cows in corn fields
around small pond
October's crops
coming in
corn stalks
golden brown
six feet tall
losing life
mel
...flows low waters still...
brooks
...in valley pastures...
spring waters
...to ponds and back...
have carried
...creations for ninety six years...
stans sand
That boy threatened to leave you if you didn’t sleep with him,
But now that you are pregnant he has moved on to pastures new,
Your mother and I are here to help you raise our grandchild.
From the pastures which he usually run lose
I behold and tied my mind.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT E any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Demons sleep
When angels weep.
Beauties bleed
When beasts are freed.
Pastures perish
When dewdrops diminish...
Pain gets proud
When loss is loud.
Violence prevail
When virtues fall and fail
By far the pastures lawns;
Idle streams reservoirs;
Farmers shores crops his wears he sells;
Mist the bartering stalks;
10/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The
first rain
of Autumn
falls quietly
on sun-dried pastures
left after Summer's long
afternoons. The first rain
of Autumn creates
silvered puddles
reflecting
a dark
sky
Golden kisses touch the lips of the tress;
Embracing feet walk the hills and pastures streams;
Covenant seems to be fleeting be;
Embraced cabinet hot crèmes;
Shot in the dark, who turned out the lights;
The present blocked,
by words unsaid
The pastures torn,
its furrows bled
The present blocked,
by words unsaid
The future cries,
—its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
My bag is almost full with what I can call
a house;
I'm not prepping-
greener pastures my soul seeks....
Name: Teddy Kimathi
Contest: SOMETHING WITH GREAT IMPACT!
Date: 17/12/2015
Words used:20
Boundless pastures, velvety green,
Between the forests there;
Sheep and shepherds, gujjars and buffalos,
Present a heaven’s scene:
Scarcely seen—in fog.
Sad soul! How benevolent is life there
And how hard in real.
An orchestra of birds
Creates a mixed symphony-
Hoots of horn, sweep of violins
Enchanting flowers to whirl
And maples on pastures
Invite feathered friends
To nestle on their boughs--
Awaiting daylight's rhythmic croon.
Have the courage and strength
To live life and carry on
Continue on with your progress
And weather the storm
Every new day
Brings forth a new challenge
Strive towards greener pastures
In order to find your balance
As zephyrs cool mischievous breezes,
quiver hosts of vibrant daffodils.
Join us now, in roaming yonder pastures.
Knowing wherein the early spring,
luxuriant xanthic flowers grow.
10 / 31 / 2021.
SHEEP
We sheep just follow - never question whyAs we eat our grass on the pastures green Then . . .
O’ my betrothed, she said to me,
Upon this wintry essence
Have my leaves fallen –
Laid me bare to the nature of men;
For now can my maple roots see
Their brooding crossways, in pastures
Laden with grass
Suckled of its divinity.
Written January 25, 2016
Clouds rolling through blue pastures like bison over buildings
Perched atop the spires that yield signals to lands far away
Speaking truths to any ear that will listen
In any language worth speaking