animal, farm, horse, may, , cute,
by Vera Duggan |
My Molly May
I had a little pony
I called her Molly May
So often I would venture out
And feed her bales of hay.
So then she’d frolic
Kick her heels up high
Round and round she would run
Looking sweet as she passed by.
She’d run until she was worn out
Then to the stable she would go
I’d bed her down then for the night
My love for her each day would grow
She was my, cutest Molly may
This pony always made my day.
25 September 2014
by Mohammad Abedin |
There were rivers and seas
Hills and vales
Trees and green
Sky and cloud
Sun and moon
There were you and me also….
There were a lot of laughters and jokes
Trust and truth
Birds and flowers
Faith and love
You and me were also there…..
I want to depend on you
I want to like you
And I want to love you…
by Joanna Daniel |
appreciation, beauty, morning,
Nature beckons me with its charm ~
trees waving in the wind
wish me good morning from their farm;
birds chirrup, their music plays on,
young ones squeak in response,
I love hearing these sounds at dawn;
honeybees, butterflies float by,
busy waking flowers,
I watch them with a content sigh,
buds open up their little heads,
sun rays smile at dewdrops,
charming me as morn's splendour spreads.
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Tercets" contest
by Caren Krutsinger |
10th grade, 12th grade,
Loralei’s green eyes flickered in the dark,
Noticed by males, especially Clark.
She captivated him in every way.
He reminisced about her most of the day.
Truth told, she was totally unaware.
Of his bold prowess, and that he did care.
He came courting and met her stout brothers.
Her grandma and one of her stepmothers.
They put him to work on the family farm.
Let him feed the bull without any harm.
Loralei noticed he was lots of help.
He was strong too, not like a little whelp.
Loralei and Clark promptly fell in love.
A blissful marriage honored from above.
by A.O. Taner |
addiction, april, best friend, computer, confusion, courage, culture, cute love, earth, emotions, encouraging, environment, fantasy, farm, feelings, funny love, garden, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, internet, irony, july, june, kiss, loneliness, love, magic, me, metaphor, nature, parody, repetition, satire, science, social, technology, tree, women, world, youth,
follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.
by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
animal, earth, farm, jealousy, lost love, love, sin,
Cows bellow, low, heads between rails
such large deep sad eyes, such full bags.
For whom do they await, no one home
to let them out, share out their milk.
Not long ago I saw you wandering off with him
his hand caressing your neck, gripping your arm
holding you stiff, obedient to his will
and you were bound to follow, no sound
escaped your lips, and me, why am I watching
for the scene to play out? Don’t we all know
don’t we all grieve, for the coming of that day
when cowl slips down, the bellow, low aches.
You won’t come home, will you my dear.
I guess I paid the right price for a job well done
Your cheating heart won’t bestir us to wait
Never more. This farm is sold outright.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Unaware of changing mores
or real significance of
to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until
she remarried. Though poor, we had
now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while
soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was
little known to me. I enjoyed
summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 -
Moon walk/ childhood’s end.
Free love, hippies, LSD
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest:
"Magic of Decade's Moods"
by Leanne TuftyTift |
abuse, anti bullying, autumn, marriage, parody, sexy, violence,
Leanne was a farm girl at heart
She loved playing with her special cow
She used to eat her mums freshly made tart
Leanne didn't like her brothers sow
Oliver used to make the oil
Dan made the juice
Oliver used to oil up Leanne and the cows
Dan bit off her ear!
Leanne danced with the poodle
Leanne danced with the ****(erel)
Leanne's legs where like noodles
Leanne's ear went like a rock
I miss 'Bao to my bab' but Trish won't allow it
I'm scarred James will leave me
But Linda is by my side
I love Poetry soups!!!!!
----Dedicated to Linda (Poetry Destroyer A), and JB, you know who you're ;-) ---
by Maureen McGreavy |
appreciation, funny love,
The Princess Bride our favourite picture;
I'll say "farm boy, fetch me that pitcher"
and with "as you wish"
he hands me my dish,
giggling reciting our "true love" scripture.
Composed for Alexis Y.'s
Favorite Comedy Movie
by clark emery |
On seeing the night sky at the farm, Sunday, 10 May 2015
A myriad lights in the sky, tis yours
that brightest shines. Not a star but Venus,
goddess of love that beckons me to shore,
to weigh anchor and share love that’s ‘tween us.
And as thy light moves across heavens’ sea
my heart doth follow even through gales of
life, for nothing parteth my heart from thee.
Thou descendest upon me like a dove,
that bird of peace, of hope, of promise kept.
Take winged flight and I with you shall soar
to a land where all true lovers have slept,
where time stands still and seems to be no more.
If in course the glory of thy light fade
I still will love you, for me you were made.
by James Fraser |
If you could view her
As i do
You would see
My love so true
This farm girl, my beauty
At harvest time
My heart sings notes
In loving rhyme
In her summer dress
Against the golds
She looks radiant
I long to hold
She captures the scene
Beneath the pale blue skies
This farm girl, my beauty
With her butterfly eyes
by Lin Lane |
young couple in love
nurturing parents now gone
left their legacy
french, spanish, lil' italian
irish and german
a real smorgasbord
main ingredient was love
served to all of us
one older brother
younger sister - my best friend
grew up on a farm
life was lots of fun
but there was work to be done
raised with faith in God
strong lineage tree
branched with children of our own
fed with lots of smiles
5.3.16 Marvin's Family Contest
by Patricia Leonaitis |
animals, happiness, imagination, nature,
Autumn on the farm,
Cows busy chewing their cuds,
Waiting to be milked.
I love cows!
by Abdullah Alhemaidy |
farm, life, nature, technology, weather,
What is going on twigs of trees!
Stillness and tranquility of nature
Twitter of birds, sense of life
Away from industrial screens,
Dragging man to deprivation
From his ancient pure inherent nature of life
To jails made of concrete, rush, and hardship.
Is that civilization and progress?
by Aunika Alch |
There is a gingerbread man,
a farmer named Ginggy,
who lives in Candyland
on Jolly Rancher Pass.
He loves his candy farm-
He has Hershey cows,
chocolate chip seeds,
and his house is made of graham crackers.
He has a Laffy Taffy dog
and a lovely gingerbread wife
and two lovely gingerbread children.
His wife's name is Ginger,
his daughter's name is Jingle,
and his son's name is Ding.
They all love their farm very much.
Aunika Alch, age 11
Keyanna Bottoms, age 10
by john williams |
animal, dog, children, funny,
A dog and a goose
For some unknown reason,
Fell hopelessly in love
Last Spring season.
He serenaded her
With his barking voice,
She wobbled at the wings
With his barking choice.
Next he started plucking
His country guitar,
He pawed out a tune,
She fell in love so far.
Then they sailed on
A river boat cruise,
He howled at the moon,
Then sung her the blues.
Now both have returned
To their rustic farm,
Goose still swooning
At his doggy charm.
They moved in together
In a haystack barn,
He tends to sheep
While she knits their yarn.
by Jim Pemberton |
celebration, character, christian, dedication, devotion, faith, farm, freedom, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, lonely, love, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, success, trust, uplifting,
God Gave Me A NEW Life!
God reached down to my life
and changed it!
His love touched my soul
and I can claim it!
God brought to me peace,
hope and care…
That I may share his goodness
to people everywhere!
God brought to me the joy
of his salvation!
And gave my life
He’s given everything that I needed!
He gives the victory!
I don’t have to be defeated!
He can do the same for you!
Won’t you accept him?
Just reach out to him now!
And believe him!
By Jim Pemberton
by Assefa Dibaba |
break up, forgiveness, imagination, irony, sad love, true love,
when Spring River recedes
we will break a ritual bread
the lover plans
I would rather build a fence
along the bank,
the woman swears
at the daybreak,
she calls a fence-builder
to have him build
between her farm
and her lover’s field
on Spring River
say by fate or by will
(or by divine intervention)
the fence builder builds
not a fence
but a bridge
over Spring River
the lover thought,
standing on the bridge:
can distill the soul
they don’t kill,
they harden and toughen
and cleanse and heal
by Tom Forke |
earth, farm, happiness, joy, love, seasons, work,
Arnold gazed eastward,
His callused hands hung
by thumbs hooked to
his belt. He had beaten
the rooster by at least
an hour, and his hands
lit a pipe in
A cool breeze
passed through, teasing
the plowed field,
and his arms.
The barn stood sturdy,
ready for the season.
Seasoned tools hung on the
new walls. The screen door
behind him swung and
she stood next to
him on the porch, his
hand stroked her back.
She looked at him, he
peered eastward, a subtle
smile concealing a laugh,
“It’s going to be a good year.”
by Rick Parise |
family, farm, grandfather, love, memory, nature,
In breaths of morning dawn the generations before would drift through my mind. A legacy of gold and silver in depths of the dawning rise and in a picture book of vivid yesteryears I would climb. From the feathered pillow to the creaking oak floor, across the hall to the kitchen where the steamy coffee I would pour. Drowning in my coffee gaze a sweet reflection of Grandpa's face, deep beneath the creamy clouds with one raised brow, hair silver brown.
through the aged window
upon the swaying wheat field
a songbird climbs
by Sara Kendrick |
bird, farm, life,
The country road split the wheat field in half
A murder of crows seemed to prefer the right
Hope they leave some to winnow from the chaff
Crows seem but wavey lines against the night
A spectacular sight in the twilight
Fields of wheat in the final golden stage
Ready for the harvesters to earn their wage
Golden grains that hungry men have desired
This art lifts up some memories to engage
Remember the dirt road our love once required
Artful work: Crows In The Wheatfield by Vincent Van Gogh
Written: February 11, 2023
by Mike Hauser |
clap for mashed potatoes
gravy on the side
is how i like my fries
love a baked potato
stuffed with everything
even like them broiled
butter and sour cream
hash browns grilled with onions
get my taste buds jumping
sometimes like them fancied
dressed up in au gratin
slurping of the soup
sprinkled down with parsley
even eat them raw sometimes
though the taste is gnarly
smoked me a tater once
down on the farm
followed around behind the animals
till the cows came home
by Poetry Is It |
brother, business, caregivingtime,
The 'Happy' **** Star.
Grew up in poverty,
on a farm,deep down in the south.
With too many brothers
and many her cousins.
She had not the time to love them all..
Except for her pet pink pig.
She had no use for a cork screw.
Most of the house looked like there's.
Not her room,
full of lace and silk, they yurned.
She burned and burned wanting more.
She has her own pony.
Nice little pony and friends.
By the time she was grown and tall.
Every thing of value she owned.
Old gold coins and silver in a box
southern confederate money,
yellowed with age.
She packed it all up,
while her pony and she rode away.
Is It Poetry
by tom kesting |
farm, happiness, seasons,
Out in the country where the well water is pure and bright...
You can sit on a fence and count the stars at night.
All the crops are growing and the harvest is near...
This has to be one of my favorite times of the year.
God is so gracious and sends each season we need...
And all we do is prepare the soil and plant the seed.
God meets our needs year after year...
And because of God's faithfulness we love it out here.
The well water is always cold, pure and bright...
And we can sit on the fence and count the stars at night.
by Joyce Johnson |
funny, nature, philosophy, seasons, time, life,
I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.
Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.
I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.