Dropp It
seeds is
not
making
earth...
earth is making
many seeds...
with a rains...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Seeds with wings, between earth and sky
Seeds with wings, between earth and sky
Fluttering, flying;
Seeds of a lily with blood-red core
Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore:
Where winds drop them there must they lie,
Living or dying.
Some to the garden, some to the wall,
Fluttering, falling;
Some to the river, some to earth:
Those that reach the right soil get birth;
None of the rest have lived at all.—
Whose voice is calling:
'Here is soil for winged seeds that near,
Fluttering, fearing,
Where they shall root and burgeon and spread.
Lacking the heart-room the song lies dead:
Half is the song that reaches the ear,
Half is the hearing '?
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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The Seeds Of War
When the seeds of war are sown,
hardly is it ever known
who has planted it
and what for?
Was it about
blood and gore?
When the seeds of war take root
it's hidden reasons make us mute.
Why was it planted
and by whom?
Was its purpose
doom and gloom?
When the seeds of war are grown
never is it ever shown
how it is planted
in men's mind?
How it's made them
all so blind.
When the seeds of war do thrive
many will not be alive.
They'll be planted
in false graves.
These seeds propel
how the world behaves.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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An Old-Fashioned Garden
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden,
Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day—
Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons—
Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way.
Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel
Grew until, angrily, she set me free—
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,—
Ordaining bachelor’s buttons for me.
Envoi
Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger
Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons,
And—we were wed—in the old-fashioned way.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Gone To Seed
“If you plant honesty, you’ll reap trust”
Aye, the seeds of doubt have been planted,
But such doubts are a must,
If wisdom’s to be granted…..
Seeds of valor, seeds of passion,
Seeds of equanimity;
Seeds that suit every fashion,
Of learning and acuity.
Leaders who sow such seeds of doubt,
Are welcome and accounted,
Than those who’d love to flaunt,
Are ones that are so vaunted.
Where honesty is a truthful story,
Tests one’s heart and mind;
Now enough’s been said of this allegory,
Dear readers: this truth you can find!
Copyright © SC
10th July 2007
Mumbai.
poem by Subroto Chatterjee
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Plant the Seeds
We, who feel the awakening tme
approaching on its own
must try to plant the seeds of truth
for those who've never known
that time is of the essence.
The earth will no longer wait
for fools who fail to wake up
before it is too late.
The seeds that must be planted
must grow within your being.
They must make you understand that
understanding your power is freeing.
No longer will you be made to think
that this is all there is.
You are a multi-dimensional power
with the ability to become a wiz
at creating anything you want.
Too long you've been kept in fear.
Nowhere else in this universe
does fear exist, only when you're here.
So you must look within and listen
for everything that's in you.
So one by one the seeds we plant
will show you how you grew.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The harvest of the mind
Consider for a while,
deeper mind as agriculture:
garnered seeds at rightful time –
deeds as seeds –
surrendered to the wisdom of the earth
which contains the wisdom
of all other elements:
surrendered to the faith in nature,
hope of harvest;
in the meantime, nought to do
but pray and praise and cultivate
that inner earth; care
for next year’s seeding field;
repair the fences of discrimination; trim
the hedges, spinneys, copses,
where free nature of herself displays
so beautifully, that which is.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The seeds of the garden
I grew a garden with seeds brought from some. I alone know from where I got those seeds.
I do not know to which gardens have gone
The seeds of mine for growing plants of theirs.
13.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Active Minds
The earth...
a place to work for your heaven...
mission is up the earth street...
to be complited for making heaven...
Making heaven demands a character...
which infuriates earth charisma...
Determination make prspiration attains acclimitisation.
poem by Isaac Taiwo Afuye
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Love Seeds
Fly with the wind
Fly with the rain
My love seeds
But grow in the deep sea
Deep in the heart
Shine with the sun
Feed by the earth
My love seeds
When the night's fall
It covered me
and frozen
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Raise My Head
i raise my head towards the heavy rain
strong seeds of water
hitting my eyes
like i am the cracking earth
thirsty of the
season
the seeds stay inside my
eyelids
my heart and sprouts to
become
the trees of my life
i am not afraid if i cannot
move anymore
with roots coming out
from my feet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sower
Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,
The golden seeds thou trustest to the earth;
And dost thou doubt the eternal spring sublime,
For deeds--the seeds which wisdom sows in time.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Wonderful Seeds
What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
The seeds of wonderful nature collide with the wind
To sprint in the sand and loam, all agog, all dinned.
Such surprise! Such a soil of wonderment!
The seeds from seeds are springing into flowers and abandonment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Siemes
Chains and fetters,
With joy i will receive you and with care i will love you;
For a farmer went out to sow his seeds and,
Many women came around to receive some of his seeds.
I am Siemes,
But give her something to eat and wash her clothes;
For she is one of the women who came for the seeds,
But the seeds which fell by the wayside are now with chains and fetters.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let Us Seed This Earth
let us seed this earth together
with the seeds of justice, love and peace
let us work together
plow the rugged terrains and make the plains
let us sow the seeds of understanding
let us wait for the time
we are one in our visions and actions
someday let us reap them together
the trees of justice, the grains of love the flowers of peace
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There as many ways of making a living as seeds of grass.
Who are These….
Sowing seeds, they go
Yes, sowing seeds they go
Seeds of separation, dissention
Seeds of wrath, hatred and lies
Seeds of discontent, envy
Ego, fanaticism, jealousy
Seeds of discrimination too
Yes, sowing seeds they go
Who are these, who go sowing!
Diligently from street to street
Sweet coating their hatred, bitterness
Hunger for power and dividing mind
In words so bombastic and loud
Wrapped so charmingly within
A thousand promises all false.
The elders dream of resurrection
Of Nehru, Gandhi and Patel of old
The younger ones fantasize
A new Messiah will be born
The ones in between follow the rut
Just close their eyes vote
And go about their work
Knowing at end whosoever rules
Prices will hike, Power electric will hide
Water contaminated or polluted be
Roads in disrepair always will remain
Taxes will always break our backs
And the system will never change!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Smith
What is this magic you do?
Taming the fire
Bending the earth
Making beauty from brute strength
Giving death a sharp edge
Creating in your mind and fire
Tools and everydays that
Humblefolk might live in peace
Making death and making life
With the same hammerblows
Are you a god or a man
Or the spirit of earth and fire
That men fear and love you, Smith
Martin Swords March 2009
poem by Martin Swords
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O..Earth
earth is hot
very hot...
today
trees are burn
with hot...
with out fire
even earth hot
making
fire rain
with hot...
too earth
not only
every summer
every day...
what can i do
my dear earth..?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Kiss The Dirt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of doubt
Don't water them with your tears
Don't think about all the years
You'd rather be without
Eden lets me in
I find the seeds of love
And climb upon the highwire
I kiss and tell all my fears
Falling down the mountain
End up kissing dirt
Look a little closer
Sometimes it wouldn't hurt
Playing in the dirt
We find the seeds of fun
And we scream like alleycats
Tearing down what we attack
To prove that we are one
Cutting through the night
And we find the seeds of lust
And lose our minds on one intent
These passions never seem to end
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