Tillers Poems - Poems about Tillers

...Tillers cost up to three hundred dollars I don’t need one, I have a puppy He digs a hole every day to bury his face in All I have to do is stake him out like a goat on a chain Wherever I want my ......

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...In green fields, where daisies bloom, Beneath the vast and arching sky, There dwells a folk, with laughter's plume, Whose lives in simple toil imply. Calloused hands, sun-kissed, tanned, and......

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...Not muscles forged in fire's wrath, But gentle hands that cradle life's path. Not thunder's roar that shakes the earth, But whispers soft, of wisdom's worth. Weavers of dreams, on futures brigh......

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...The noddy land Reality is more than we see in an everyday happening It stretches further into another dimension we call dreams but are vital in living life. What my ghostwriter tries to say is:......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers listen through touch, they become deeper, more blunted, a vibration of mal......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...It is set to take the stage, We see signs of its coming, The tillers eagerly await, Its visit brings life, hope and newness. March 5, 2022 MARCH IN Poetry Contest......

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...The season the tillers earnestly await, The thirsty and parched celebrate, The dead are awakened, The weak are strengthened, An envelope of life and beauty permeate. February 18, 2022......

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...Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades to rec......

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...A POET AS METAPHOR********** I am a poet from the common ground, From thIs blue planet’s distinctive character— of Continental shifts and rockslides, from valleys to Mountain crowns — always to......

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...Grey vapour sated clouds extend their chain Of rainy bursts and torrents at a glance The hoarse throat whine from canyons weren’t in vain As green shoot tillers bow to circumstance Rush petals ......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...It is May Day, today. A day in the month of May. A day set aside for the illustrious men and women of the world. Dutiful and diligent fellows. Individuals with thoughts of change for the globa......

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...I do not know Whose excitement was the greater My dad’s or mine As we boarded the bus To a long-lost dream Of verdant fields Rich with the fruit of native soil Of crystal clear streams Whe......

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...Like a distant relative, the moon looks down upon the face of its ravaged cousin, with eyebrows arched and telling finger raised. All the while giving thanks for its airless habitat It watches ......

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