Wheat Poems - Poems about 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!...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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In matters of love and life, I seek A second opinion, a wiser peek, Beyond the veneer of my hopeful heart, To find solace in truth, not just in part. For love is a tempest, wild and fierce, Yet tender moments can quell the pierce, And life, a symphony of joy and pain, Where harmony hides within the strain. So let me pause,...

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Where it is sold mongrels you meet! You should guess: venues not too neat But man shuns not gladdening meat: Pork buyers do storm in my street… Children who neared meat mum would beat, Not like biscuit that spares kids heat. Quite often mothers such case treat, Child thief keeps standing, no seat… Buyer to Butchers “You’re a cheat!” Except he’d weighed meat to...

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