By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
Editor:- I am 71 years old now, and have read the Dakota Farmer all my life. Today I thought I would send you this song I just wrote. Thought you may need a Spring-song! Seems strange, but when I think of farming, I see the old days, and the horses,and the great, quiet fields. I [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Life, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By PrairiePoems on June 24, 2009
Oh the happy, happy Farmer,
He is getting ready now-
To harness up the horses,
And attach them to the plow!
The wild geese flying over-
Flying far- and flying free-
Oh, the Prairie Farmers dreaming-
There his greatest pleasures be!
He can hear the wild geese calling
Flying free, and flying far-
And the tired Farmer’s dreaming-
There his only pleasures are!
Theres a hill, away [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blow, Clouds, dream, Ears, flying, Hill, Horses, Pleasure, pleasures, sin, spring, world
By Heart 4 poetry on February 28, 2009
He swiftly soars
through the air.
Without a worry,
without a care.
Boldly and proudly
he flys .
Slicing through
the thick air,
soaring to the
skies.
Rating 3.00 out of 5
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged boldness, Eagel, eagle, flying, no cares, no worry, proudly, Soar, soaring, strenth, Swift, swiftly
By kunjubi on October 26, 2008
Through millions of rebirths, we have been seeking
Frantically, for each other, and still our desires are unquenched
Posted in Romantic Poems | Tagged Angles, Ash, Aspirations, Bang, Bangles, Cease, Chariot, class, Desire, Desires, dream, dreams, Dreams And Tears, Dusk, Ears, Eyelashes, flying, forsaken dusk, Gloom, haggard look, heart, love, Mandolin, Mascara, Moon, Moonlight, Peddler, Queasy, Rain, Rainbow, Rainbows, Rainy Days, Rebirth, rebirths, Rush, Sad, sad rainy days, sin, Singing Bird, Spectacular Vistas, spring, Strings Of The Heart, Tea, tears, Tick, Wings, Wobble, Woe, Woeful Heart
By countrygal_cc on September 11, 2008
You wake yesterday.
Will peace wear worry?
The salt’s smile.
Fire’s translucent self.
Why?
Steel hole rot.
Less eternity.
Sad sky present.
The web soft to the night.
Trust and think.
Velvet voice star sail.
Sex from porcelain.
Embrace.
Melt.
Explore.
Change.
Linger to haunt
times secret.
Sacred with morning.
Healing see through
my window?
The rain’s sister.
Concrete bleeds.
Needle surrounds,
to the vein.
Numb.
Gray tear.
Summer tan.
Screaming hate.
Her habit debates.
Perhaps burned a
body for disease.
Hiding eyes pale
white curtains for
your thunder.
Ash [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Ash, Burned, change, class, Clouds, Concrete, Curtains, death, Debates, Eternity, eyes, Fire, Flower, flowers, flying, Habit, Haunt, Honey Bee, Lain, night, peace, Porcelain, Rain, Sad, scream, Sea, Sex, sin, Sky, smile, Star Sail, Tea, Velvet Voice, Wings, Wings Of Death, world
By tom on July 9, 2008
Soaring High
I wish I were an Eagle
Soaring high in God’s blue sky.
Effortlessly flapping its wings
Taking it ever high.
Surveying the earth beneath
Sharp eyes taking all in
Searching a likely prey
A tasty meal for him.
Swooping swift as a bullet
Feathers fluttering in the wind
A hare, a fish, a bird
His talons soon will win.
Back to the aerie
Three hungry chicks [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Blue Sky, Chicks, class, eagle, Earth, eyes, Family Poems, Feathers, Fish, Flap, flying, Freedom, god, Life, Mouths, Nourishment, Prey, Sea, Sharp, Sky, Soar, soaring, survive, Swift, Swoop, Talons, Tasty Meal, Wings
By David Pekrul on June 9, 2008
I’m down in the dirt and I’m scrounging around,
I’m looking for mushrooms wherever they’re found,
(Oh, look at the pretty pink clouds in the air),
I hope that I find a few mushrooms somewhere.
I know they are healthy, or so I’ve been told,
The ones that are shiny, not covered in mold,
(A pretty blue bunny is looking at [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Beautiful, Bun, Clothes, Clouds, Dirt, Elbow, feeling, flying, love, Magic, Magic Mushrooms, Mold, Mom, Mushroom, Mushrooms, Mushrooms Grow, Pink Clouds, Sea, Today Tomorrow, Tree
By kunjubi on May 19, 2008
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
Posted in Love Poems, Romantic Poems | Tagged Angles, Ash, Aspirations, Bang, Bangles, Cease, Chariot, class, Desire, Desires, dream, dreams, Dreams And Tears, Dusk, Ears, Eyelashes, flying, forsaken dusk, Gloom, haggard look, heart, love, Mandolin, Mascara, Moon, Moonlight, Peddler, Queasy, Rain, Rainbow, Rainbows, Rainy Days, Rebirth, rebirths, Rush, Sad, sad rainy days, sin, Singing Bird, Spectacular Vistas, spring, Strings Of The Heart, Tea, tears, Tick, Wings, Wobble, Woe, Woeful Heart
By blulove on May 13, 2008
The cold dark air is coming soon
Since it is 6hrs past noon
The sun is slowly descending from the sky
Making me feel sad knowing I may soon die
The devil I fear is coming near
The cold wind is like a whisper in my ear
Soon I will make a choice
End my life
Rid myself of this earthly strife
It would [...]
Posted in Love Poems, Romantic Poems | Tagged Angel, Angels, Beautiful, change, Chariot, Choice, class, cold, dark, Devil, Dread, Earth, Fear, flying, god, Gold, heart, Jesus, Lace, Life, love, Poem, promise, Sad, sin, Sky, Sorrow, Strife, Sun, war
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