#land poems on Hello Poetry

Bhill Nov 2020

there once was a land that was rich with things
everything working with no broken swings
about 4 years ago it started to fail
the spirit of the nation was turning quite pale
some thought it was good and just went along
others were appalled and knew it was wrong
what was the reason many of us asked
it appears that our rights are questioned and tasked
we rambled about and fought from within
losing some friends and a few of our kin
we need this to change we said in a vote
but the man at the top, he started to gloat
he ate up the laws and turned into a grinch
casting people about and not giving an inch
we elected in another to take on the task
to cast the grinch out and peel off his mask
well grinch wouldn't budge and sent out his saps
to alter results and further the collapse
what do we do, can we take on more ****
I for one am just done, and the grinch has to quit....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 319

#land #rich #things #broken #swings #spirit #good #rights #friends #kin

Dereaux Nov 2020

Land of Poets

Phrases hang in the sky
words grow on a tree
ideas float on water
it's all ordinary to me

Grass is the parchment
on which I write stories
my thoughts a jar of ink
I use to describe the glories

The world is my sketchbook
full of imaginary tales
which I still have to write
unhidden by any veils

The pen is my greatest love
which I play by hand
my stories, I bind them together
in the boundless poets land

#poetry #land #poets #adventure #fiction

Phanindra Prasad Oct 2020

I am the fire

I am the fire,
I burn into light, I burn in darkness.
Transforms into any shape, lit into any structure.
Heat and Burn anything, everything, even ashes to ashes.

I am the water
I flow into anything,
Fill the empty spaces,
Make whirlpool and create a current of my own.
Push and pull anything to anywhere.

I am the air blow soft and hard
I blow softly to comfort your skin
Sometimes harsh in storm to break bones.
I am the air, who flows in every heart.
If I leave you will suffocate and die.

I am the sky,
I am everywhere
In and out of the canvas,
Clouds and birds fly in my lap.
I am far and wide expand no one can reach, nobody can explore.

I am the land
You stand on me.
You plant, live, sleep, die and mix on me.
You grow and survive on me.
I am everything in every situation, anything in any form of nature.

I am the fire is one of the inspiring poem of the author

#fire #air #water #sky #land #light #darkness

Jonathan Moya Oct 2020

The Cursed Land

Long the land watches for death or harvest
amongst the lulling black mounds
a slumber in piles,
huddled so neatly
without blankets
from the shivering wind blowing meanly
under the sway of the killing night’s climb.

Underneath are all bones,
life clutching the long tilled soil,
the farmer’s harlot oft despoiled,
denied wages, seeds scattered, an ever
cursing field,
demanding her coin,
the child
torn, sold from her womb.

#the #cursed #land

Norman Crane Oct 2020

Digging Potatoes

I hold the tool. I am the blade. I drive
myself into the fertile ground. I dig
potatoes out. They were buried alive,
but in darkness they thrive. Now the old pig
will feast. When he grows fat I will slay him
to feed me and kin. I don't like killing
but when necessary it's not a sin.
I shall live another year, God willing.
I have long been on the land. I am old
but my sun is not yet setting in the
sky. When I was a child I was told once by
my father you become earth when you die.
If so, I hope my children carve my chest
with blade. I hope I'll yield a fruitful harvest.

#agriculture #farming #land #earth #soil #potatoes #life #aging #age #cycle

Sydney Oct 2020

The Land

There was a land

Filled with sand

It was grand

Whoever went to see

Got lost at sea

And came back in a heap

But a girl did see

The land at sea

And collapsed on the land with a heap

The girl laid on the sand

Sand in her hand

And said “This land is grand.”

#land #poems

Sydney Oct 2020

A Perfect Land

There was a land

Not bland

But very grand

Flowers bloomed from every corner

A beautiful sight

And everywhere you found no mourners

The sun shines fairly bright

The weather was perfect to fly a kite

Everywhere beautiful birds took flight

So beautiful were the plants

But at first you would give them a small glance

Then they’d put you in a trance

Animals chittering all around

Upon their face there wasn’t a frown

Happy, chatting, chittering sound

The land was always peaceful there

And the weather was always fair

With non-violent bears

And there are some perks or two

The sky was always a deep sky blue

With growing bamboo

But that, my friend, is not all

It is never a cold fall

But i do not want to drawl and drawl

So goodbye, farewell

I hear a bell

That says, “It’s time for the wishing well.”

#fantasy #land #poems #happy