Tilling Poems - Poems about Tilling

...The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore she adores the breeze adorned with gems emeralds fly fr......Read the rest...

...Now all our crops are in and larders full, so we’re ready for wicked winter’s worst when we face those freezing Arctic attacks. We have in our store: dried fruits, roots and nuts along with sev......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...I kill for tomatoes if only they were satisfied with some~ the fat, green caterpillars -- Weeds seem always to thrive -- like children somehow in the gutter – soil of the street never n......Read the rest...

... Precious Moments As I tread down memory lane Precious moments flow down my mind; Moments of......Read the rest...

...sleep gentle earth, sleep, brush the lips of winter oh my gentle one, frozen though you lie, enmeshed in dreams, rocked by snow slayed lullabies. sleep gentle earth, sleep, till touc......Read the rest...

...A tree in love By the old road, before it meets a widened way in a nearby stands two trees close together we can see they are related yes, mother and daughter The mother, although taller, l......Read the rest...

...Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again! Glad for birth write to express views aware cunning linguists will apply figurative screws in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse exercis......Read the rest...

...Love is not always reciprocated Seeming some hearts terminally constipated – unable to relieve themselves and others, to make lighter many burdens, the long suffering of less fortunat......Read the rest...

...Deep in dust Lost in the swam Drawn by the heavy wind Crushed by the sun Left alone to the dark Left side, there's no hope And no papa's touch Then who? Molded and melted in the truck of ho......Read the rest...

...instincts instigate impulse draping dream diadems watering wafting wants tilling till time teaches fears freeze freedom lucid love liberates......Read the rest...

...Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. —Robert Louis Stevenson A HANDFUL OF SEEDS-RLS Plenipotentiary plea, A handful of seeds; on bent ......Read the rest...

...Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung Twas accursed destiny since birth (maybe coded in deoxyribonucleic acid since time immemorial) alas and alack nascent em......Read the rest...

...Could you come over this weekend So that we revisit from where we left it For last time it didn't really end You were in cloud nine when we left it We had to leave it there for you were gettin......Read the rest...

...If hard evidence is wanted that we New Englanders have roots running deep in our rock strewn soil, look no further than our old cemeteries, for we have them in plenty, and whose headstones ......Read the rest...