Seed Poems - Poems about Seed

Lotus flowers grow from black mud. This is what Aaro sees, standing at the edge of a pond full of lotuses in the garden. Beauty rises from darkness. Pink petals open above murky water, green leaves spread like hands on the surface. The roots know secrets the flowers will never tell, how strength comes from places without light or colour. What was buried...

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They live off of taxpayer money and whatever they make on the side from the donors who keep them in Office a congressional bribery ride They care not for the needs of their voters for Republicans have their own plan to hold on to their places in Congress for as long as they possibly can So they cast...

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Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath...

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Tears are salty seeds planted in the rich soil of hope. When given nourishment, encouragement, ...

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"For loves beckoning call a song cries out through the silent dawn" ...

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Both asleep and awake children dream the world. Each morning is remade, imagined as endless variations of reconstruction. The unfeasible dream contains the seeds we all need to grow this cosmic garden. Each seed is a child of tomorrow, if today we plant one....

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In the beginning… There was a tree One day, a single seed fell upon fertile ground A falling leaf covered and caressed it tenderly Sunshine and rain brought it abundant nourishment the wind blew soil and debris that blanketed its cradle In due time, the seed sprang to life, and a sapling grew It matured under Mother Nature’s constant care Until it...

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The Genesis of a Promised Seed was and has always been a conflict. Since primordial Eden and Eve, between her grain against devil's trick. His journey to the womb of Mary is a testament of His sovereignty. Bloodlines of imperfect humanity, finely woven redemptive purity. The night, a loving Father's hand laid His Promised Seed to a manger. Reaching the unlightened world, yet rejected, spit upon...

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A seed falling unto the soil, Would soon learn its own tirelessly Effort to wiggle into its foundation. For, it was tossed to and fro By the mighty winds and rain Until, landing into a field prepared. For something within felt alive A drop of water had seeped through With a touch of warmth from the light. As if a new...

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What have you been doing for long? Ploughing. A poet and ploughing? Yea, but not farmland. Then? Language. Why? To plant seeds To grow new word forms With newer meanings. But, does not it come thru inspiration? It does, but not in my hand, It being a rainbow bend, So, pouring I’m my perspiration. ___________________ Free verse |20.01.2025|words, poetry ...

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I sowed a seed in shadow's gloom, A whisper nursed within my room. Its roots grew deep, its branches wide, Yet still, my secret lay inside. Beneath the moon, the tree took shape, Its fruits of envy, fear, and hate. Each leaf, a thorn; each bough, a snare, Yet none would see what lingered there. A neighbor came, with eyes so bright, He gazed...

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One folded frond out from dark earth, fuzzy and newborn in pink feathers of this day's dawn. Rising. ...

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My slanguage keeps the fire hot my feet against the coals My slanguage what the critics hate new venom to extol My slanguage whether read or sung its message still the same My slanguage seeding my rebirth — lost within the rain (Dreamsleep: November, 2024)...

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A Seed In the Wind ~ Years lost, the barren floor A thousand poppies shall live no more Through twilight's calm a storm raged on Of flickering fire before the dawn Wither o' heights of careless breath The evil wind will give no rest So burn my orange fire burn of death Soon rebirth shall find a nest Until that day I stand subdued Where painted...

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#Earth_has_swallowed_blackwoman's_pure_seed_of_life Hopes and wishes, dreams and expectations, observed as they derail, watched as they grew thorns, losing their shape, changing into pain and nightmares, tormenting and devastating, turning bitter and sour, daily. Like a cancer virus, festering Watched as a blackwoman, shook her head in disbilief, braking down into tears. Diagnosed with medical conditions, she never...

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