Topsoil Poems - Poems about Topsoil

...Regret beats down like rain Longing is like a still aquifer No matter how I cup my hands Regrets slip through my fingers Filters underground to longing All my failures transpire Comes down in......Read the rest...

...My tendrils pierce the dark dank earth Looking for a place to bloom "Come here, youll love it" croons a voice "No, here, it's a great field" wafts another Birds chirp overhead intelligibly P......Read the rest...

...Lessons Learned from the Tennessee Valley Spoiled have we become!? When you look back from whence, we have begun, the provision of profit to our young, that sheltered them fro......Read the rest...

...The city is dotted in little wooded sanctuaries. One on the corner of Forsyth and Luckie, a pair of twins on Hill St. If you’re lucky sometimes you can glimpse a group of four or more. I know of one......Read the rest...

...sown a sick seed close although ready no chance for a sick seed already planted a sick seed sown for me and good neighbor's the sick seed has nothing awake and on the word that dug you up ......Read the rest...

...Mat and Mary married in the college town of Evanston. Their first child was born in Southern Wisconsin. Their second child was born in Northern Mississippi. Their third child was born in the city ......Read the rest...

...À propos preponderant passion penning poems... posited puzzling apt aperçu... While pondering particular theme to address amidst tangled wide, whirled webbed mental skein today November thir......Read the rest...

...Azure blue skies weep in rent glacial torrents, iridescent earth sun trap poised to garner sympathy, dark red cloud’s indignant float might yet rumble, toxic deluge drenches mudbank plot as toile......Read the rest...

...The roots of our political system, Have grown up through some infertile topsoil. As excessive and targeted 'cash-dusting' ... Has reduced the land's potential, with much to spoil. Weeds......Read the rest...

...Asked an NPR journalist of U.S. soldiers damaged in Afghanistan direct fire for one hundred everydays, "Was it worth it?" "I can't answer that question." She asks more hesitantly again ......Read the rest...

...A scrapbook of soil knits the land. Earthworms patchwork hidden birthing-chambers, grit and gist abrades into the leached sap of leaf and grass. Rain storms push up an upholstery of......Read the rest...

...As I rummage through the cabbage patch of general affairs, I’m made aware of certain signs of cultural decline. I see it written in the talon marks of chem-trails overhead, Confirming all my pet c......Read the rest...

...Where once a caterpillar ceased to crawl knit into a temporary tomb a chrysalis shell now lies, empty, broken observed from above by the butterfly, now set free Where once a pine cone ......Read the rest...

...Sun-Dried Rain David J Walker Following the path of Southwest winds Carving canyons Starving clouds and land alike Making sand of topsoil As pilgrims pray for rain staking a claim......Read the rest...

...Sexism Growing up we’ve always thought people were born with a disgusted look on their faces Because that’s how they have always looked at us Boxes check 1 check other People don’t know we hid......Read the rest...