Sowed Poems - Poems about Sowed

...The poor, as though dogs abandoned by masters, suffered pain. Hungry, thirsty, and sickly, they existed like rats in drought The cognitive compass gone, they felt a drain on their brain. You're bl......Read the rest...

...Living is easy, so the saying goes I don't know, but time, it flows Forevers are inconsequential, everybody knows Earthed, to be scattered then eventually sowed......Read the rest...

...Do I remember when... Better breezes blew Cleaner waters flowed Teasing memory so... For I can hear them in quiet special times… can you? Softly now, in your own silence… hear them… ‘Are......Read the rest...

... Started in lockdown when a little bored, with tender care planted hundreds of seeds. To create a garden to be adored, spent days removing the most ugly weeds. Bought plants to attract......Read the rest...

...Temple, dwelling of the Father, pulled him towards its shrine. Food for his physique and psyche from its abyss, he drew For the design of new skins of wine, he became a sign Scripture, as though t......Read the rest...

...Below the veil of twilight, memories sway in the moon's oaring, Effigies of the departed rise like incense smoke amongst ruins. They have sprinkled us with pale dreams, and now, flowers of forgetfu......Read the rest...

...Inked Confession Innocence stolen Defending my elders extremism Fields of olives, roots never sowed by me Dagger dripping red Inch by inch the watermelons are mine Dancing in glee, I bury......Read the rest...

...On the Hidden Paths of the Soul Perhaps she once understood everything That I, only now, have taught myself to decipher - Moving away, as far from this spherical earth as possible, Almost at the ......Read the rest...

...Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, And there was time I felt a puny pawn, My wanderings meandered when till dawn— A pawn being ......Read the rest...

...Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and ......Read the rest...

...Dear Bob, It has been mighty long That I have licked my wounds and cursed your song. I wish you had warned me, Bob, That the lying bastard came only to rob My shame bathed in my suppressed s......Read the rest...

... In that hamlet sweet, where dreams take flight, Beneath the canopy of day and night, With each season's change, a new delight, Where joy and sorrow intertwine, in their might. Spring breathes......Read the rest...

...In a world unknown where time's river flows in a different arc. My mother is without kin, no birthing marks. No drugs seduction, no choices dire, No shadows of regret, no burdens to tire. At her ......Read the rest...

...Resentment builds where grass won't grow, Where birds don't fly and bugs don't go, Nothing can ever be sowed, And water rises and flows and flows. The roots have been ripped out, Nothing would e......Read the rest...

...In the realm of love, an intricate dance, Two souls entwined in a fleeting romance. Though distance may grow, and memories fade, In my heart, your presence is forever laid. If you had asked me in......Read the rest...