Sower Poems - Poems about Sower

Seeds do not always yield a crop when from the sower’s hand they drop. If on the walking path they drop, the birds will come and eat them up. When seeds drop on some rocky soil, on which the sower failed to toil the plants that grow up on such soil sun’s searing heat will scorch and broil. Seeds that fall on soil...

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I left, I went to the street even though I knew i wasn't the sun! But as it was day, I shone... I lit people and things... I took away the cold that was in them... I do this almost normally! Then I came back to reality penetrating the magical night, even though I knew I wasn't actually light!...

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Victorinus preached to free pearls trapped in soil So plants may grow and unearth all bright pearls To bring pearls back to their home through light’s secrets Secrets for the downtrodden and dirty Not to the high and hearts made of polished stone The secrets of the garden of light and rest The garden veiled in heaven’s lambent light The high and...

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In this world to be a wanderer, in space be a navigator Traveling is not a hindrance. If we live to sow love......

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In this world to be a wanderer, in space, be a navigator traveling it is no hindrance. If we live to sow love......

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That the heart always be a poet to leaflet beauty around the world... That always prescribe joy as a deep medicine... That it is always done safe way, perpetual... So be it walker of all the places and streets... To teach love to all, in all nooks and crannies... express itself always abundant, profuse in verse and kisses... May it always be student, lover, in the marches and processions...!...

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A sower went out his seed to sow. Some of it fell on the path and so exposed on the ground by birds it was found. Other seed over the rocks did blow so without much soil when the sun arose growth to the scorching heat was exposed ...

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Sower of joy is love nourishing hearts sprouting green in arid healing minds wiping tears from eyes guiding blind opening ears to catch tears or smile giving fallen hope wings to fly for truth and justice fighting energy marvel one against thousands whence the power? Can the finite purchase infinite? More valuable than all earthly goods that perish God’s breath in heart of flash coin in light etched love self on the one side love neighbor on the other God's love in between energizing...

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A sower was scattering seeds. Some seeds fell onto the path, and birds swooped down and ate them up. Some seeds fell onto rock and quickly grew and the sun scorched them for it had little soil. Some seeds fell onto thorns and grew and was choked up. Some seeds fell onto good soil and grew many times and...

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I ask what’s the purpose For a writing with no reason A hundred thousand words together Has definition but no meaning The expenditure of ink is the Mouth running off for no reason But what I write is what I reap So I write and sow in Season Because it is the sowing season The ground is ready for planting seed Some...

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Fly one way Like a fugitive seeking asylum Knock the door See if the house owner is home, ready and willing. Fly another way Like a refugee in urgent need Knock the door See if the house owner is home, ready and willing. Fly many ways Like seeds scattered by the sower Knock many doors See if house owners are home, ready and willing. Dwell a day Nay, many days When such...

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She gathered her seeds Her seeds of good deeds It was time to plant again The season for sowing She scouted around for good land Seeds in her hand She walked in love In search of good soil Not too much toil Very little sweat She found her land Good, fertile soil She planted the seeds The seeds of kindness Seeds of good deeds She watered them with love Selfless love Pure...

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The Sower * Written; By Tom Wright 7/28/00 Behold, there went forth a sower he sowed through mid day heat. Some seed fell by the wayside, which the fowls of the air did eat. He saw some fall on stony ground where was no depth of earth. At sun up they withered and scorched having no root to sustain their birth. Still other fell among the...

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Arnold gazed eastward, squinting. His callused hands hung by thumbs hooked to his belt. He had beaten the rooster by at least an hour, and his hands lit a pipe in celebration. A cool breeze passed through, teasing the plowed field, the chimes, and his arms. The barn stood sturdy, ready for the season. Seasoned tools hung on the new walls. The screen door behind him swung...

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You’re digging up the garden of you in my head and taking out the stained sheets for the bed. I fear the weeds that you could plant again the thorn that may prick and leave a new stain. How can I sleep in the bed where you buried sin, yours and mine, in that game I couldn’t win? You’re ripping up...

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