Short Sugarcane Poems
Short Sugarcane Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sugarcane by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sugarcane by length and keyword.
Give me a rocky barren stone
And I will make it lush and grow
Crops and flowers and sugarcane
Fine pleasures that all seek to hold
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and I
who just wanted a kiosk
of sugarcane juice
on the side of the road,
some laying hens in the back
and two cows,
sunshine and star,
drooling friendly in the pasture...
Pitter, patter
Drip, drop
Wet green leaves.
Plants rustle
Creak, shriek
Of the rainforest's sleeves.
Thunder crackle
Boom, clap
Pour of dark rain
Tweet, tweet
Birds' feet
Soaked sugarcane
Quiet night
Dark sight
Tomorrow is another day.
Hey Blond dream,Your hairs smell is like a cream
Your hairs taste is like sugarcane,It brings my heart to hurricane
Without you,this world is hard to remain
Living without you,is insane
Your eyes are like fountains,which angels are getting shower
I'm thinking of your eyes,every day and every hour
Form:
This is the day,
that we tribute to Farmers as 'TAMILAN',
our Culture, Dhoties for men
Sarees for women
shows the best talented to Worldwide.
we must throw our sorrows to otherside,
Happiness is like as Sweet as Sugarcane,
We celebrate this day,
with our neighbour together,
Till the end it goes forever.
Happy Pongal to everyone......
I'll be your sugar, in any treat,
But first you must be my sunshine, because sugarcane needs heat.
You'll be my comforting scent wavering in the air,
But first I need to help you become powerful enough to get there.
I'll be your wall in which you lean,
But first you cant be mean.
We'll make a pair, just us two
Because there isn't an us with just me and just you.
Jew, jew, can you hear the rain
The swallows have come home
There is a flood in the sugarcane
And he wonders where you roam
Jew, jew can you hear the rain
The mangoes fall from every tree
Children are dancing in the lane
And he keeps vigil and memory
Jew, jew can you hear the rain
The sun is gone, now gone for good
He smiles a lot, but laugh is vain
Hate is sweet, but love is good, is good.
sickening to ponder
she might be
a quest conquered
to him she seems
a shaft of sugarcane
lusty lips
have sucked dry
through sharp teeth
depleted this sugary essence
all the sweetness
his tongue could drain
a need met once irresistible
now a parched core
unaware
with his meticulous care
he could have possessed
a treasure
fountain of sweet nectar
perpetually saturating him
instead he chooses
an effortless task
he fills himself
leaves her
used