Harvest Time Poems | Examples
These Harvest Time poems are examples of Time poems about Harvest. These are the best examples of Time Harvest poems written by international poets.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
Time, cruel mistress.
A relentless march,
stealing, such an ugly word.
It prefers the term: harvest.
Moments, experiences, people.
Gone, in an instant.
Such things are gone forever.
Unless,
They live on.
Within hearts, memories.
For all its cruelty,
A humble teacher emerges in its wake,
guiding those who seek to understand.
Only then, we can forgive ourselves.
Fall's bright colors are taking flight like birds on the wing
It's the right time for a clime change and seasonal transformation
brisk winds whisk leaves in plight and can no longer cling
Autumn sends a note that portends a change is in the air
Months of holidays and sublime door displays in celebration
of prime family feasts and Halloween beasts that surely scare
There are ripe fields to harvest with care and yields to measure
Nature conducts bright scenes as she gleans to write an orchestration
of Winter snows and light woolen clothes, a season to treasure
Fall
fun-filled,
leaf peeping,
harvest reaping,
real time falls behind;
On top it ranks,
giving thanks—
Autumn’s
Rise
The birthday of one our dear friends, Julie,
we three wanted to celebrate duly.
It was harvest time, we went to the farm,
shining golden wheat was reflecting charm.
We walked excited in the morning gale
to the edge of the field with stacked up bale.
Each one of us picked quickly one of these,
clutched them with our arms and carried with ease.
My mother helped us while we threshed the grain,
when wheat was ground our joy we couldn’t contain.
For Julie we baked a nice birthday cake,
for the party whole night we were awake.
a local farmers cabbages
exceeded county tonnages
the judge said hey joe
you got any mo
my trucks theyre all wreckages.
Windchime Visionary
David J Walker
What I saw was
The harvest
Of course
Standing at the end of
Fresh sewn oats
Every stalk
A prayer
Uttered in the name of rain
If nothing else
Uttered in a blue tinge of
Skeptical sincerity
Kneeling in a meter of
Experience
Quietly listening for answers from
The voice of God
Who roars like thunder
Or whispers the inaudible
Answers but only after
We are exhausted
What I saw was every
Good and bad past thing
Repeating their crimes
Competing at times
In the incomplete sentences
of windchimes
young frogs quacking loud
they have grown thick and ugly
It's rice harvest time
It's that time of year
that Jews hold very dear
Called the 'High Holidays'
followed by Sukkoth
a sort of 'Harvest Ballet'
A good time to take stock
of how one uses the clock
To give the schedule a tweak
to change up one's week
So, I'll be posting a lot less
Let's hope for the best...
Then perhaps come back strong ~
Until then, good luck and so long!
~ Here's to everyone's health and happiness! ~
Harvest Time
Haiku: by Tom
12/26/2020
Fields are truly white,
labor needed for harvest.
there's so little time.
John 4:35 KJV
“Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.”
FLORAL HARVEST TIME
autumn blossoms shine
as no longer they do bloom
it's now harvest time
10/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The press of the seasons
the passing of time
Winds whistle by
Can winter be nigh
Summertime's monarch
on the wing in June
Betimes eclipsed
by Fall's Harvest Moon
I look up at gray skies
beg for Autumn to stay
When the last leaf on the tree
floats past me today
September 26, 2020
Completely Your Choice (17) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
The days of dying summer heat give way to Autumn’s chill.
The crispness in the air is sweet; the moon too full, must spill.
The refulgent Harvest moon marks shorter days, longer nights
Ending the growing season before harsh, hard winter bites.
A time of harvesting, of sending workers to the field,
Before winter’s killing cold, to reap the year’s rich yield.
The harvest truly plenteous; our bank’s full measure near.
Rejoicing in endless blessings, we pray our words He’ll hear.
The season’s intense colors complement our Autumn feast.
Wreaths of boldly-colored leaves encircle garden and beast.
Our love and faith join hand-in-hand to thank Him for these things,
Celebrating triumphant hope, and joy, that Autumn brings.
Fervently rosy, with an ancient glow,
But never any starlight from our sun;
It's glad rays in pure radiance flow,
Like molten gold, or as sugar spun!
Be it sunset red, or our vital light,
This golden traveler in black space;
Wherever it goes, it pierces night-
In the madly vivid, celestial race!
It's rays on glass makes fun diamonds,
But, deep shadows lie whence it blinks;
And night itself it's always shunned,
So, from such disdain, night shrinks!
It's presence keeps seasons in tune,
And gives amity and color to the wild;
And spreads the joys of harvest boon,
Whereon the fields of summer, it smiled.
Who gave birth to all our endless days,
When we milked the Milky Way Galaxy;
And left a trail of lost, wild bouquets,
While dreaming many dreams yet to be!
Summer season has wrapped up
on the southern prairie plain
the multi-patchwork of fields
ready for upcoming harvest
heads of golden yellow
wheat, rye and barley
glow in the amber sun
the wind creates flowing
waves with the hearty stalks
while birds and deer
find a very easy feast
the rains are not wanted
as the threshing begins
dryness is the key
to get the best yield
of the farming season.