Wheat Poems - Poems about Wheat

Flaming Wheat

I have loved too much,
its just imagery in my head.
You can tease me kindly
and I'll love you fondly,
I know its flirting at the end,
Those all-seeing eyes
like the shining of bright
Pelicans flap and cry
when its not time to fly.
Dead at the end graffiti
A rebel's chest not perished.
These old steps decrepit
barely can take my weight
and my visions

Wheat Field

She lay down 
among the verdant wheat
listening to swishing overtures,
supine, eyes slightly closed; 
relishing the blue of a spring sky 
wishing she were the white cloud
that appeared out of nowhere...
envious of the free spirit 
she could have been.

Tares and wheat

Von der lye-ing  says there is a beast.' 
Snarly and growly, its out in the east.'
quyeer and macron; rutter complain
All un-masked' their con-vid lies well slain!
Even bread is bugged, this report is the least!

Stillness in November

Over harvested fields —

I walk beneath the fading afterglow
of a forgotten lantern   a path worn
by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno
its damp salve seeping through my coat
into my bones

Fog an Erebian curtain   a Stygian veil
barn swallows following
susurrus secrets of the soul   each step
a slow exhalation   a

Strange Cream of Wheat Box

Do you think it a trifle odd,
when dirt clumps in a clod?
and more exquisite and grand,
when separated into sand?
If that's the way soil moves you,
It would certainly behoove you,
when preparing Cream of Wheat
to stir often over medium heat.

Wheat From The Chaff

What’s done is done
As the chips fall
And the die is cast
Each of us
Taking a part
Donning a mask
To play
Our allotted role

At each step
The road forks
With freedom and tyranny
The choice to make
And so we do
Instinctively, habitually
Compulsively or consciously
A choice that’s always ours

Whose world do you live in after all
One inherited from deceivers
Who apply bandaid visions
To your mind
Or

Whole Wheat

"Whole Wheat"


Trench coats 
Pantyhose 
Riding lo 

Knee high 
Nehi soft
Drink

Drunk
Drinkers
Drunk on a

Plasibo 
Please no
Tell me it's no

Lie

Laying on like 
Mayo laid on
I'm toasted 

Tomato 
Lettuce but no
Bacon beaconing that 

I'm vegan BURP
My lactose 
Baby 

Can we hang
Out before 
I kill the 

Ah...

Conversation 
Turning to views 
Of political intrigue 

Triggering 
My AK-47 
Mouth to 

Shout 
Out

Sun Off Kilter Tanning The Wheat

Sun off kilter tanning the wheat—
The crows broke into her cold fast,
As breeze stir dropped its sweetness by
The dark golden, her soupy flesh.

From childhood not cooling like
The sun off kilter tanning the wheat
Comes a girl's faithfulness on skin—
The atmosphere for pressing heat.

A sweat thaw on her boundless brow—
The girl running lost, wild and free;
The sun

A unicorn travels through the wheat fields and lays its dreams on pillows of poppies

A unicorn travels through the wheat fields and lays its dreams on pillows of poppies,
In your fragrance of wind, as clover crowns itself in bloom,
Over the evening horizon, see, stars were falling,
And in a handkerchief, I knot the embroidery of the storm.
Under my feet, dust grows, and lightning passes through me,
The wind moves among the

winter wheat

winter wheat blowing in melodies of gold....
snowy fields in aged mind

WHEAT NOT RYE

He wanted whole wheat not rye
The sloppy sandwich made him cry
He knocks the plate on the floor
Then decides to order more
His sandwich was extremely dry

A unicorn travels through the wheat and lays its dreams upon poppy pillows

A unicorn travels through the wheat and lays its dreams upon poppy pillows,
Among the echoes of time that resonate in an eternal violet dusk,
Where the sky embraces the sea in a mirror without lid,
And the moon is a silver brooch that captures vapors of untold events.
Upon its back grow flowers of light on astral paths,
Weaving

Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields of Fertile Minds

Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds

Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her

Summer's Here

Cotton wool puffs that are up so high,
Drifting along in a clear blue sky,
A field of wheat waving just like the sea,
To see these things shows how beautiful the world can be.

A gurgling stream that goes rushing by,
A baby bird that's learning to fly,
All of these things bring a happy cheer,
And tell everyone, summer is

Beyond the Wheat

The fields all covered in golden brown.
Natures beauty all around.
Deers jumping throughout the wheat.
The crop has groomed so very neat.
Beyond the wheat, the sky is blue.
The sun shines bright, no site of dew.
For every field you can see.
Wildlife roams so free.
Needing  the green lands, for crops to grow.
No more building, land to sow.
For food

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