Short Plowed Poems
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A blizzards snow.
Shielded by a massive.
Evergreen growth.
The road has been plowed.
But once again it will be snow bound.
Dawn
Sun-fire
Awe-rises
Rose-laced delight
Crown
Earth
Sun-plowed
Life-bestowed
Gold-waved of love
Birth.
my new foster mom
stays one step ahead of me
planting seeds of forgiveness;
unlike my step mom
who merely plowed up my heart
There was a loud knock at the door
Turns out to be a large bore
He plowed his way in
Then was kick in the chin
He was trying to settle a score
A tenant farmer strummed one note
That some would argue Chopin wrote
Neighbours heard that sound
And plowed up his ground
Monotony sure got their goat!
Farmer plowed the soil
In green field’s
Sow grow in fruity
Duty is finished
Finally he will sound sleep—
Haiku (hokku) Form
By: lena
lie
25/9/07
Sorry, did I roll my eyes too loud
Happened before the roads were plowed
My eyeballs were
Covered in fur
From our pet Golden who is quite a grouch
Bursting forward, straight line to the top
Laser-focus cannot be stopped
All obstacles plowed under
Jet-like speed a wonder
Finish line is seen
On the big screen
The tape's torn
The race ~
Won!
When peach fields become lavender, birds sing love melodies
Last year's nests are made over, plowed fields are ready to plant
Will you think of me in my spring dress giving you a hug
The moon
put on her wig
of stars
that trailed across
the universe.
If I get
stuck
out on the sun
please don't
try to comb
me out.
I am the farmer
that
plowed
the field of stars
in your
field of vision.
In duplicity of white death
exiled from clay
I was sinking in black words.
Absence of truth was absolute
in plowed and harrowed thoughts
of inner sleep,
building my attachment to fear,
exploring the nothingness
of truth.
Satish Verma
Form:
Fragrance in garden.
Memories of fresh plowed earth.
Ghost of ancient planters plant.
Seeds that bloom in spring.
Burst forth in magnificence.
No eyes to behold grandeur.
Gone from this garden.
Where once fellowship had been.
Made to leave because of sin.
Her body fell sideways -
Stayed there
She gurgled as if she were
Reciting a love poem
Through a storm drain
She never complained
Nor did she forgive
She plowed her mind
Ahead of her wheelchair
Gray hair electrified
With aftershocks
Burning rubber all the way
freshly plowed field
rows stretch to the horizon
birds feeding
earth nurtures seed
sun filters through broken clouds
rich black gold
golden blanket
waves in the hot summer breeze
harvest home
silos tower
year's bounty gathered again
bread baking
Tis true you swore an oath
A contract intended for both
From saints pure minds you did quoth
Your duplicitous mind, truant heart did me betroth
My nubile furrow plowed for fecund growth
Yet your fertile stream my shallow root did not clothe
My fruitless womb your evil spirit did loathe
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A Frost Bite Forecast
David J Walker
It was the first night of frost
Biting the fallow farms
Stretching its icy arms across
The plowed grounds
Touching agrestic towns left
Dressed in white
Winter, sounding its alarms
That its’ bitter bite is coming
Ice and snow soon to follow
self-confident sunflowers
glorified next to a weathered fence
Kansas in summer
gold finch lights
taking a breath
warbles a heartfelt song
wild flowers sway to his trill
tractor sounds in the distance
meadow dances
plowed field begs for rain
fox stops by briefly
Kansas in summer
County country corn
Grown naturally from the farm
Picked and stock, shucked and plucked
Crop has been givin up
There’s a new plow spaced aged somehow
I’m sure hungry now farmers come git mi corn plowed
10/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Idyll (Idyl)
Her tiny fingers plowed the sand,
seaside art-
a heart for Mom to see before
nature's etch-a-sketch
swept the slate clean...
Her tiny fist scooped
a fistful of yesterday's stones
sifted for centuries
but now
a skillful architect and
her plastic pail
create a magic castle...
Measuring the length
of a plowed field
she carries her burdens
waist high, as a nurse
would carry bed sheets
from a hospital ward --
a flurry of activity.
Each morning the same
composition of mind,
an attitude of urgency;
her movements, her speech
stilted -- like all her
predictable gestures.
After a cleansing rain, the open plains reveal:
no sign of contaminating dust.
Clearly visible now:
emerald peaks rising behind hills.
The city gate enclose:
willows watered by the creek
bordering fields yet to be plowed.
With the advent of spring,
it is now time to sow and toil.
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
mellow dusks have laid down decades,
of plowed-up shadows.
Seen against an ebbing horizon,
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
its fading form fills-in the blush
of a half-painted sky.
sun-spoiled colors like fruit to burst slowly yield to a shadow tide pulling a demure
crescent
moon posing nude for constellations extinguished by the tremorous lips of dawn
changing
watercolor into oil for noon’s dominion over shade hoarded then troweled and finally
plowed as
light is sipped into
stars
Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
I am wet like a dewy leaf
the freezer we have just turned off
grass that has been watered
a face that has been kissed
Wet like whoever sneezed
or went out of the shower without a towel
a vagina that has just been loved
ground that rain has moistened
Ready to be plowed
cared for
penetrated
fertilized
and to bloom.