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hazem al jaber Oct 2019
Sowing my letters ...

Sweetheart ...

Wonderful morning ...
My morning ...
Starts with you ...
It's the morning ...
I desire with you ...
Only with you ...
To give you ...
My love all ...
While we both ...
Flying so high ...
Soul within soul ...
Where no one ...
Could be ...
Just you only ...
And me ...
Here where i'm ...
Into my place ...
Where we both ...
Used always ...
To draw ...
Our poetic love...
At our bodies ...
As it a page ...
To our love's book ...
Until we both ...
Get the lust ...
Till the last ...
Crazy moment ...
With no matter ...
how long it pass ...
While i sowing ...
My letters ...

Come sweetheart ...
Let me baby ...
sow my letters ...
This morning ...
On your body ...

Let me ...
Gather all  letters ...
Those swimming ...
on your naked body ...
Until i break through ...
All my energies ...
While i'm gathering letters ...
From your body ...
Until I blow my volcano ...
So deep inside you
Into our bed ...
To sow together ...
Our letters ...
Our love's seeds ...
And to gather it all ...
As a poetic poem ...
To lust within ...
All our day ...

Come here baby ...
let's sow those seeds ..


hazem al ...
Canis Latrans Apr 2019
Seed, tilling around.
Ravishing soil, tickling leaves.
Dancing on sodden land.
K Balachandran Feb 2019
seed:the playwrite's thought,
director prepared the field;
actor's sowing act!
when winter is saying goodbye
our nature prepares for a high
all juices start flowing
the farmers start sowing
but the snowmen are beginning to cry
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
I was out browsing the galaxy.
I came upon this place of poetry.
There are Poems laying at the Poetry Alter.
Found a poem I also wanted to give some water.
At the Poetry's ALTER
Pieces looked upon.
From the fore front they've gone.
Yet they are special and still stretched carefully out.
Like flowers just waiting there to sprout.
Poems to be read upon like planted seeds.
For anyone who needs,
I was out browsing the galaxy.
I came upon this place of poetry.
There are poems laying at the Poetry Alter.
Found a poem I also wanted to give some water.
We are the Writers, the sowers, the reapers.
We are workers the laborers the Poetry Keepers.
Let us browse the books, the internet nooks, the newspaper shoots,
But let us not be guilty of being overlooking crooks.
Let us not go ignoring the massive carefully written books.
But let us sow
Were we shall reap, let us read that we may grow,
I was out browsing the galaxy.
I ran across this place of Poetry.
Let us pour WATER.
On the poems left lying at the Poetry's Alter.
Dear writers of poems, songs and books you have now been watered.
This water consists of vitamins, and mineral for you to grow.
May more from you develop And more of you may sow?
You're watered by tears of joy, laughter and refreshing rains.
Your Poems are seeds, grown and sown it forever abides,
and its uniqueness remains.
S.A.M. All Rights Reserved © 2007
uniqueness of individual poems from the heart they have grown been shown shared and dared to be traveled passages tucked in given unique places. For the love of poetry I wrote this one..
Diego A S Apr 2017
And within those tiny minutes I sowed a tiny love, one that tiny attention would nourish, and tiny thoughts would grow, for between those tiny seconds I finally saw in that tiny girl, a love that of anything, tiny would not be.
those who are big of mouth
apparently believe that putting down the other
      calling them names & pepper them with slurs
might get them some advantage in the race
for the position that they crave

they better harken back
to the old wisdom of their mothers

those who sow dragon’s teeth
will harvest dragons

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