Field Poems - Poems about Field

I fancy that I have a name as I tentatively note that my skin can still be warmed my heart soars - not forgotten by the rising sun gifted the chance to stare ...

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when the sun prepares to set on a sunflower field that stretches as far as the eye can see magic's surely about to happen AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 28, 2025...

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From what I know a genuine man.' With depth in rescearch He's aware of 'the plan' get behind him Melbourne, and Take all ground, when all the dust has settled as Victors Be found.' Don't listen to the poison, from the pit of the Drain.' Stream and interact with this hero, who tells it plain.'...

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"I reflect the colors of the sun so high", said the beautiful butterfly, "And I am nature's fragrant perfume", said a flower from the field in bloom. A sliced open knight said, "I'm a treat. For God's ravens, I am meat." ...

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~ experience the life cycle - through hope, ...

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In a field of bitter thoughts, where sunrises drown in shadows of silence, We are often surrounded by faces sculpted from the clay of boredom, Heavy heads like potatoes forgotten in the barren soil of banality, Perched on shoulders wearing suits of shadows, tasteless, lifeless, And their lives slip through like a thin thread of sand in the hourglass...

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~ A field overlooking an arbor of jasmine where butterflies play midst the fragrance of love Bluebonnets smile as they hide from the clover that bask in the sun from the heavens above Blissful, we stroll down a pathway concerto as melodies whisper from sycamore trees Lyrics returning each echo of springtime, when daffodils danced in the harmonic breeze Holding your hand neath the shade cast of morning, while...

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There are two contrasting things I see Amazingly convey grace and beauty That is the blue sea and the field of greens These are two opposite mix feeling for me The blue sea feels me danger but is necessary For a source of living and adventure The field of greens propose romantic chills Meet variation of colors that meets the eyes The field...

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The field is so red Looks like a flood of thick blood Lovely red roses....

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Behold the brave ten thousand men When called to war they rushed right in Leaving both hearth and home behind Unaware of what they might find In fertile fields their foes had nested Strong as steel and battle tested Eyes afire and nerves were steady Standing stoic and at the ready Ten thousand men eyes full of fear Held their ground as the horde...

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Gaze upon an open field, recalling days of great toil It’s bounty. Then yields Looking upon my aging hands. Memories of lessons carved a boy to a man Mistakes, there were many. Regrets, just a few. I leave behind my open field. For the next generation to do as they will ...

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From a lonely country road I saw in the distance on my bicycle a young couple in traditional dress lovely, in the evening sunlight crossing the wide winter paddy field . They might be returning home from a ceremony. The sight was charming in the setting sun. Today over the paddy fields structures coming up pushing nature away further and further . Schools,shops, and residential buildings...

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Burnt-out believers, They have dwelt too long by shallow rivers, Troubled Christians, They see the night interplay with the light, Hopeful warriors, They still perceive the holy fragrance. December 17, 2024. ...

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It was Indian summer 1985 Fbi Alan King arrived we sat sipping lemonade as i prepared lunch for my two girl pregnant with my third child hoping for a boy this time laughing on the phone with lil Pete Gargano Jockey from Arlington Heights harness racing he said boys can take what life throws at...

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The field of forgiveness lies ripe and golden, But my sickle has been broken By the durity of time And its unrelenting chime Marking each kilometer Until, at last, golden harvest is threshed by the Reaper....

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