Tending Poems - Poems about Tending

The farmer stands with weathered hands, Tending soils, nurturing the lands. His heart beats with the Earth's own song, Though seasons shift and days grow long. Through drought and storm, he does not break, For in the soil, his dreams awake. A quiet strength, both firm and kind, A bond with nature is intertwined....

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Unexpected blooms leap to the gardener's eyes. Planned ones wait their turn....

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A Rose that’s planted in the rocky earth that, from the summer sun, is parched and dry, will seldom bloom to its full beauty’s worth and soon will sadly whither up and die. A Rose that’s planted ‘mongst the common weeds and left untended, sad and on her own, neglected in a garden full of needs, will never have her gentle beauty...

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th'oughts...such as if's and's or maybe's are the...yes/no's bull buts that fertilize growth in/of...concepts soil gardens in/from which realities grow...as internal reflections within the temporary spinnings of...times space-current eddy-effects of the unseen natural 'mechanics' of cause that is known to us only as the...probability of change consistency with respect our blindness to that potential...of/for a/some commonality to/between all differences stan sand...

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Mother's Day Roses I gave Who tends your grave but I...

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Just by amassing a plethora of material goods in life without tending his spiritual needs one can never succeed in enriching his soul ! © Demetrios Trifiatis 15 February 2014...

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I tend the flowers I keep even in winter's chilly sleep bulbs well protected from the winds of the north anxious to burst and blossom forth and bloom radiant displays thru winter ice and cold arrays. A tiny crocus, a thick hyacinth, young snowdrops stretch their green blades up to pop shoots rising in anticipation of the sunlight ...

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Sparks white-hot nestled in embers Your eyes curtain-off the flames Ice cold as late-December Turn up the heat to play your games Push me harder for rent, honey Your heart, I thought a home To a skeleton, everywhere is sunny And today I mean to pick a bone Fury tempered towards open grievance Flaws obscured brought into light What you took we're not close to...

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A Watered Garden In the wonderful “Gospel” of Isaiah in the testaments that were written of old God spoke of His living water which is more precious to Him than pure gold. Our soul can be as a watered garden you can see how beautiful they truly are well kept and tenderly cared for and as beautiful as the evening’s North Star. As tending...

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Tending Tapestry’s Tenter Resilience reticent reverberations receding revelations roaming Resolving residual revolutions resentment reset reposing rest Puzzling perceptions poet’s perspective Peace Agency anticipation an arrays’ arrangement alive assorted aims Antipode’s adjoining assiduous adaptations anchoured attached Wily words wildly withheld with watchman’s wake Contingency contextual concussion colluding caressing carefully Confused contusion collaborating consequential contra-points Meaningless meaning meandering my murky mind Hence hidden host hones hopeful...

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Foregone is my freedom My future and it's conclusion My most detached relationship To myself now subject To scathing privately In installments with you. Now I confided “He tends a garden” How was I to express Without existential anguish This irrational leap of faith? Subjugated or subsidized It bankrupted my reason So far-gone was my longing I was invited to a task. My lesson was to refute life. Something I had...

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Last night, in a most ***** dream, I saw my garden Never as I would have dared imagine it It was alive, breathing and was the place where there was a great happening A party, yes, a party, of a most wondrous kind Enjoyed by tiny people People our eyes cannot discern A little fairy dressed with a rose petal, appeared...

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ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES Here lies the residue Of an old fire Long gone Dry—Ashes Left to the whelms Of raindrops to dampen Into a useless mush— Or for the wind to blow Aimlessly to nowhere; Wet and immobile Or blowing dry in the wind, Useless are cold ashes. Here, scattered among the warm ashes, Lay hot remnants of a once great fire Gone untended—abandoned as. Often, tenders...

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Grins Happy Spirited Children playing, Their soul will enliven as my heart smiles. But a child crying with a sad-face frown, Shatters my joy. Dreadfully. Until Grins © July 22, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: "Smiles and Frowns Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico...

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Dear God you gave me Eden With a wealth of flower seeds; But when you planned my garden Why did you add the weeds? Was it to keep me grounded And down upon my knees? A time to count my blessings Ignore small ills like these? It’s another of life’s lessons We each have our row to hoe. The better that we tend our life, The...

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