Best Corn Poems

The Farmer and his Corn


Snug and warm beneath the earth
The field awaits the coming birth
It holds the richness that they need
Provides the anchor for the seed

The farmer by his hand did sow
Soon he knows his seed will grow
When length of day and rain is right
And...

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She tiptoes in quietly, pushing out summer.
There is a hush in the corn fields.
Even the crows are silent.
Scratch. Scratch. Everyone is readying themselves.

Full corn moon, autumn’s magic lady.
Bringing marmalade ideas to the farmers and the corn.
Everything needs to be harvested except the pumpkins.
They are still...

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buttered politics 

            a corny catastrophe 
  
           add salt to the wound





11.21.2019

All about the environment.
Premiere Poetry Contest Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
3rd Place...

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Grandma, I love your corn on the cob.
I can eat more of it than Uncle Bob.

I’m ready for more and hardly can wait
for all of that goodness there on the plate!

For all of that corn on the cob, golly gee -
a whole stick of butter...

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gilded hours’
           intense writing,
     sunrise
through twilight years.

fine riffling through strange*
            fodder, of
      poets,
i call friends.

...

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peel away green outer husk

sweet yellow plump kernels found

boil first eat with butter


                   P.R.Deremer...

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Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven

Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun

I'm not really addicted I can stop any time

But must be held back at the point of a gun

Each night I bolt out of my bed screaming

“Where did you hide my...

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When the Autumn sun warms dying stalks
Of corn with unkempt tassel locks.
The earth turns from green to brown,
Candy corn comes to town.

A cackling witch stokes the ember
Smoky spirits escape the timber.
The leaves in trees turn an amber hue,
Candy Corn, I yearn for you.

Across my path...

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My teeth crunch into golden heaven,
savoring fresh cream and salt.

This is my tenth - wait, no - eleventh
cob of corn. Time for a malt.

Corn cob, Mom, Bob,
Can't have another?

We love each other,
so you must.

Cob of corn, my golden heaven,
After you I love to lust....

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Fields flat and barren, hungry for seed, thirsty for life
       As far as the eyes can see the last whispers of winter still on her virgin lips
            ...

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Standing on a hill of Jezreel,
Watching growing corn in the field,
Listens she does to the birds’ song
And to the trilling crickets’ chirp.
The sun now pass the most far hills
Means the days’ work is over and done.
Soon the night guard will shut city gates
And all eyes...

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empty cave
save for three corn husk dolls
tide takes one

4-7-13...

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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...

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She walked ~ faint footprints left behind
A maiden's journey~a silent remind
of long-ago days in deerskin dress
A shelter of...

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In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning

All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow...

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