Wheaten Poems - Poems about Wheaten

...Yes, I have called you callous Garish and imperious An inconvenient glare Cracking apart the shadows of my sleep The insistent inconsistency Of the besieging and retreating heat In your smoke s......Read the rest...

..."The voices howl in the dark frightens even the brave." Quote by poet Voices, do you hear them in the pitch dark. They drum from pressure within moist cold wind. It's exfoliating an......Read the rest...

...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......Read the rest...

...Paddy His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short! He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a wavy wheat co......Read the rest...

...I'm going to fly, and see Ireland, The Emerald Isle, My ticket's in hand. Visit in a pub, drink pints awhile. Joke with the Locals, carouse, laugh and smile. Eat real Irish stew, brown w......Read the rest...

...Angel in a Whirlwind Storm of the decade descends upon the day Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay Gloomy clouds shadow skies – sunlight ......Read the rest...

...Ted -Beloved Gift We have walked so many roads together Through sunny afternoons on dusty pathways with the breeze; Traveled many miles through your fourteen years To grassy fields of dogs sh......Read the rest...

...Do you hear them in the dark sky; voices? Can you see them? They're in the moist cold wind. It's pined and forced behind, on a whirlwind, Strong feverish passionate rant noises. Autumn leave......Read the rest...

...Glorious golden, wheaten, woven. The Sunhive hangs, safe and secure, in the cradling arms of the old tree. Full of syrupy sweetness, strength and wisdom of its small, mantled gold and black, dwel......Read the rest...

...There where the sun is on the field I walk aside its wheaten yield, pathway strewn with golden ceding of some growth beholden, deeding violent gales to cast to earth too ......Read the rest...

...Said a Cod to a wise old Eel, I would like to know how you feel? Though people snack on dips, Lots more eat fish and chips. They say it has great meal appeal! Said the Eel to the wise old Cod,......Read the rest...

...Summer’s golden blade does thrust its effervescent golden musk, and into wheaten fields’ did trust, a volley of ethereal rust, caught by tempered, evening gust Cart and horse they trot out ......Read the rest...

...In the fields of gold, A wheaten radiance gleams; Dancing with the wind.......Read the rest...