Short Wheat Poems
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All lies may flourish and thrive like a fragrant flower
But like weeds amongst golden wheat, they have a defining hour
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golden sun shines bright
amber waves of wheat grains in fields~
nature`s nice gift.
Endless hills sprawl on and on,
Stretching horizon to horizon,
Here comes the dawn,
The hills sprawl on,
And bend in breezes to the sun.
Shredded Wheat really does it for me
So yummy right down in my tummy
It reacts so sublime
As I'll know it good time
That once again we just won't agree
I first saw her in the wheat fields,
as faint as a whisper,
as arresting as the sun,
making her way through the straw,
with the straw, she was one.
He wanted whole wheat not rye
The sloppy sandwich made him cry
He knocks the plate on the floor
Then decides to order more
His sandwich was extremely dry
I have been running from store to store
Searching for cereal I adore.
Quaker’s puffed wheat
Favorite treat
But I cannot find it any more.
rec'd tenth place
Golden wheat planted
amongst lowly grasses
Must learn to withstand
life's stormy weather
(c) Copyright Christine Kysely
(May 13th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
There are fields of gold
In which wheat is found produced
Walking you find the new crop
Deep yellow throughout
Field has food that creates bread
Enhanced rows of pure delight
Russell Sivey
One lazy summer could I
As one stem of lie!
To feel as that grass, tranced sways
A hand the wind in!
Unseen moreo'er - divine!
Lady's - overfine!
Sent which state in, just as hazed.
Gold dreams burgeoning!
Von der lye-ing says there is a beast.'
Snarly and growly, its out in the east.'
quyeer and macron; rutter complain
All un-masked' their con-vid lies well slain!
Even bread is bugged, this report is the least!
Steady lads
You're the farmer
You're the scythe
Sharp like a knife
They're the wheat
Stalks in the wind
Steady boys
They come again
Time to reap.
4/17/14
Author's note: The battle of the Wheat-field, Gettysburg, July 2, 1863.
Do you think it a trifle odd,
when dirt clumps in a clod?
and more exquisite and grand,
when separated into sand?
If that's the way soil moves you,
It would certainly behoove you,
when preparing Cream of Wheat
to stir often over medium heat.
The road beneath my bare and swollen feet
is winding forever; and stopping near
a barren wood I saw a field of wheat
with streams upon the northern clearing, here
I turned and together with all my heart
I say and give to hardened roads my part.
I have most likely eaten a farmer's field of wheat
I'm loaded with fibre right down to my feet
When I'm dead and gone
Plant me on the front lawn
You'll have wheat coming out of your ying yang, whatta treat!
© Jack Ellison 2015
To sing a song charming and sweet
what I need is handful of wheat,
guess who am I
love that blue sky
not in the Twitter still can tweet!
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Placement:9th; (October 2011)
Contest:Cereal Limerick
Sponsor:Irma Linda
In gold hues, o'er fields of wheat
The morns new Sun I oft greet,
A sight to make my heart sigh
Some days life can be so sweet.
Entry for
Let the Pens Flow - Jueju Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
12/3/2020. Placed 3rd.
She lay down
among the verdant wheat
listening to swishing overtures,
supine, eyes slightly closed;
relishing the blue of a spring sky
wishing she were the white cloud
that appeared out of nowhere...
envious of the free spirit
she could have been.
golden
wheat braids
wave
in rays
of moonlight
influenced
by breeze
against
dark violet backdrop
expectations
of harvest
each bite of
warm bread
2/9/2022
The Number they provided
They later just reduced
And it was, yes, deduced
That they were not seduced
But that it was induced:
Ascending price of wheat,
Eagles trying to beat
Five Thousand Leaves a day
To one thousand gives way.
Now workers to just sack;
Their names to fill a sack!
Everyone knows
how the story goes
when down in the meadow
without his horse-drawn dray
the wheat farmer and his dog
had quite the fun-filled field day
altho' no longer spanking-new
but with all gears meshing
he had his combine harvester
give the crop a damn good threshing
Golden like the summer sun,
While down upon the field it shone
Upon that sea, bereft of green,
Which wavered in the heat-haze sheen.
So many ears,
Yet none to hear
The melodic trill,
That drifts from winged feathered thrill
Of birds that watch me.
As i sit amidst the wheat fields.
May be continued?
Even if it doesn’t bleat,
The sheep you beat
Reacts to the heat,
To in the end give you ‘bad meat’
Or everything but a nice treat…
Because your own treatment of it wasn’t neat
To be kind and tender is a feat;
Already in heaven earns you a seat
While on earth everyone shall you greet
And keep treasuring like US wheat.
Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be.
A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,
A baby bird that's learning to fly,
All of these things bring a happy cheer,
And tell everyone, summer is here.
blazing sun in fields
cicadas hum in the trees~
heavy air stands still
dust clouds rise and drift
fields of wheat bow to the wind~
air humid and stiff
heat waves waltz on roads
cool water runs in the creek~
daylight holds its load
warm twilight now sprawls
stars blink in the velvet night~
tall shadows on walls.