Soils Poems - Poems about Soils

....of lateritic soils --------------------------------- steamed bread 4 cups of cooked rice white rice cooled put into a food processer and blend smooth add 2-21/2 cup of sifted flour 11/2 cu......

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...They say the hardest shells hide the softest centers, That diamonds form under pressure, That the most beautiful songs are written in the dark. I believe them. I have seen mountains crumble int......

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...We were once a tide, rushing in pulling back with the rhythm of trust Now, the ocean feels quieter its whispers lost between us I used to need your voice like air in a drowning chest but now ......

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...The farmer stands with weathered hands, Tending soils, nurturing the lands. His heart beats with the Earth's own song, Though seasons shift and days grow long. Through drought and storm, he doe......

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... Listen for the rustling sound of the beady-eyed belly crawlers deceitful serpents slithering on the ground, flicking a two-forked tongue and hissing. They should be heeded as a dire w......

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...The winter of our discontent is over, the Merciful God of the oppressed has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls; and the blossoming essence of our liberation. The grapes of spring are plenti......

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...Godzilla groaning A clause with claws. Scratching. Scraping. Alongside bereft dignitaries. It is amazing how any womble can be stuffed into a suit. How rather dapper then! But not a dappl......

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...Though the rain pounds outside, Bidding everyone in my surroundings To wear a grim frown On their faces I choose to open the door of my house And to run, bare feet, in the open Letting my skin ......

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... Between the blades of dewy grass Mingle the particles of fresh dust Their colour bleached to grey. A bird descends and pecks for food, Finding nothing it ascends today Climbs higher......

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...Like the dead fossils of the once tyrannic dinosaurs laid bare into the diminishing soils of the earth, is what the aging world appears to seem like, the battle for survival pride and honour from the......

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...From my childhood to adulthood my Spirit always wrestled with navigating the Tumultuous torrent of others thoughts and opinions seeking to discover and Hear my own voice. I pen my journey, my......

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...The sky never complains about the storms, but homes clusters of things we’ve lost~ to form a canopy of comfort, amidst electric threads, suffocating in silence. When cold is the air ~ tender ......

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...i g n o r a n c e, a contagious disease turning specks of stars to stones, burning bridges of life, locked with names engraved in gold and glitter, leaving a s k y of sorrow filled with ashes,......

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... Why does the swirly train of dancing spirits speak to me, on nights when my voice grows weary? Where does the pain of breathing lay? I, the fever that holds strength and weakness in one bone,......

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...MOVING FORWARD REHAB Record 2025/01/25 09:57:23.webm Moving forward, my time at rehab. One door and corner at a time. On time here at the door. There, at the table. Eat or play. Group it......

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