Hoe Poems

Hoe poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of hoe poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on hoe are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem

A Weeding Hoe Carpe Diem prose poem

Fetch your hoe and I will, my own Without delay, to the field let us go. Of water and food, here is the basket Not on the patches ahead can we sit But on what we cleared shall we rest

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Poems containing references to : Hoe

Unlost Existence

Unlost Existence short poem

When an embryo was growing in a petri dish I said this is it my adieu for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial a skull in my lap after the abdication of ancient fear the

Our Hunchback

Our Hunchback short poem

Black skin glows Tough and toxic we are, The strength of the horse attached to the hoe of the earth. The black head is far from light, he said. The squirrel hole you should probe Our hunchback distinct theirs, Which

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An Awaited End.

An Awaited End. short poem

I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free

Song Of Unquiet Spirit

Song Of Unquiet Spirit short poem

Staples were traveling on the epiderm, thanking the wounds. The dust, the eternal ugliness were growling. Riveting drama: a royal swanking for a macabre heist. A bizarre charisma overtakes the cozy lips. I was green, and I was a cloud

Don’t Worry About Tomorrow (god Is Already There)

Don’t Worry About Tomorrow (god Is Already There) short poem

DON’T WORRY ABOUT TOMORROW GOD IS ALREADY THERE have faith of the heart and believe in the power of prayer I know there are those out there that just love to make you feel unworthy but don’t you know God

Sleepless

Sleepless short poem

Woken up at two, by a pesky little dream, I have been standing by the window, Waiting for my sleep. The neon lights burn ugly holes In the black velvet of the night, A thirsty lapwing flies around Cursing aloud

The Vow

The Vow ballad

If you see a distant star in the evening sky and you shiver from the chill night air, yet you feel a warmth in the depth of your heart, then you know that I am still there. When your tears

Finding Your Way

Finding Your Way long poem

It’s a contest between the heart and the head, Or finding a place where they meet instead It’s about living in the then or living in the now, About working it out or just wondering how It’s about clutching at

Two Strangers In Love

Two Strangers In Love prose poem

When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented

Behind These Bars

Behind These Bars short poem

Behind these bars my heart is full of pain behind these bars I’m alone and only I’m to blame for I have walked down the path of darkness for so many years now behind these bars I sit with eyes

Expressionless

Expressionless short poem

A silent war with oneself devouring all the cells, the gory remains of words and grainy kisses of tears. A curved hook in the mouth to start a prayer for the freedom from whispers of brand and labels: liberation from

An Ode For Humanity

An Ode For Humanity short poem

A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed

God’s Love

Gods Love sonnet poems

Words are not enough to say thanks to you Thank you for always standing by my side You have a heart where so much love reside You gave a hand in whatever I do; You showed me my worth which

Tavern Turn

Tavern Turn short poem

A tavern Simple-complex, happy-low, A water hole full of regulars Heartbroken, shy or smitten Wealthy or wily smugglers. A rustic smoking a cigar, Passing colloquial remarks, A skillful pianist playing, A journey an artist embarks. A wanderer at heart, I

Yearn

Yearn short poem

The best kind of face is a familiar face But not entirely; something that screams safe But isn’t; someone driving four wheels but maybe not all four someone with routines; No. He should call me at the Devil’s hour Whisk

Parting Love

Parting Love short poem

Oh My Love ! let us embrace each other for the last time This beautiful romantic night may not come again We may never be destined to meet again in our life We are fortunate to get this moment to

Human Limits

Human Limits short poem

There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts

A Room Of My Own

A Room Of My Own short poem

The dresser front is like a waterfall with a vibrant tangle of scarves that stumble out and down. Bed sheets rough-house with pillows. and a spread is spread but not on the bed. There are yesterday’s pants cavorting with last

The Jaws Of Life

The Jaws Of Life prose poem

So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a

The Mountain Still Stands Tall

The Mountain Still Stands Tall short poem

You feel you have conquered it all. Your big ego still feels small Look man … The mountain still stands tall. You blast your way up to the top But you know not now … Where to stop The hill

What I Want To Be?

What I Want To Be? short poem

I want to be a slender, colourful butterfly to sip the nectar from many variety of flowers; I want to be the shining silver lightning to rip open the heart of the sky; I want to be a dew drop

Loss

Loss long poem

When you think about losing someone You know it will hurt You expect to hurt Like you’ve never hurt before But even though you prepare yourself Once you lose someone you love The shock will knock you off your feet

I’ll Be Waiting.

Ill Be Waiting. short poem

You’re my desire my passion..I strongly need you I want to trap you hypnotize you just like I own you I want to sleep with you when dark tries to catch me And I want to wake up with you

That Girl

That Girl short poem

Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd Big baggy shirts, messy hair

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament

The Overworked Schoolboy’s Lament short poem

I tire of the feelings of dread That envelop my heart every day. The dread, and the hopelessness, That fuels this necessary evil of life. Analysis, thinking, computation, Makes my brain overheat Like an outdated machine under pressure. But still

Friendship

Friendship long poem

One whom I know for ages wanted me to explain what friendship is all about Frankly I too was seeking an answer to it but stood helpless in asking the same Though I am unaware what friendship means I am

A Monument

A Monument short poem

Wanting to feel your breath in this room, in half-light, my hands opened the window to let him in, the green moon. For so much violence in everyday life. let’s break a poem and sqeeze its honey and carve only

City Spring Night

City Spring Night long poem

Tonight a fresh spring breeze flows into my window. Listening to all the sounds in this city. There are so many. Cars with engines roaring, racing up and down this city street. Ambulance sirens with fire trucks screeching and; hollering

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

The Green Visions

The Green Visions ballad

From farthest East, or more precise The forests vast on India’s breast, Rose hymns of wisdom that never dies, The words of knowledge, forever best. Those hymns were born from wisest hearts, As throats would trill in sombre shades; They

Blood Diary

Blood Diary short poem

Writing on sleeves to remember your departure and becoming a stray cloud. The maternal touch of the sky, you can sleep whole life on dense logics. White sheets were burning unannounced in the home. I lost the key, to open

Tomorrow Will Tell

Tomorrow Will Tell ballad

Can I ever go on Tomorrow will tell At this moment in time I’m living in hell Will normality return Will I always look back Will I hold myself together Or will I inevitably crack The pain and the tears

Wrinkles

Wrinkles prose poem

(1) My grandmother, may God have his mercy on her, still keeps the role of the hero; her face wrinkles are a leather book open to all interpretations; the falling of her teeth are the lost evidence on present time;

Road To

Road To short poem

The drone and the groan of the track upon sand As an armoured car rolls over the land Its cumbersome movement, the desert it stirs By the haze of the heat the terrain is disturbed Outside, it’s bleak, not a

The Cry Of A Poor Mother

The Cry Of A Poor Mother short poem

When in this deep poverty, I look around and see the haves, My heart burns with anger, They have it all, I have nothing, They took everything away, And we, the have nots, Live in deep poverty, Hardly affording three

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

Boyce Brandon Harris ™

Boyce Brandon Harris ™ elegy

April 9th 1929, my father gasped his first breath of air Head populated with black curly locks No pediatrician at his home birth, when he uttered that initial blare Nor preschool instructors extant to teach him building blocks Inherent in

Raw Pleasure

Raw Pleasure long poem

My thoughts are swaying in my heart When I think of the warmth of one’s skin on mine I tremble with that thought I smile with my lips tight And I taste raw pleasure As I see the full moon