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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Someone Loves You

Someone Loves You short poem

There is someone who comforts her each day, stays with her till her tears go away. Makes her laugh even in her worst mood, never cares about her being rude. He holds her hand in the darkest night, never ever

Mince Pies And Clotted Cream

Mince Pies And Clotted Cream long poem

Mince Pies and Clotted Cream go together like a dream. Like Jelly and Ice Cream Like Green and Red are Christmas colours Like Crackers go off with a bang Like Christmas lights all shiny and bright Like Carols sung at

Molten Tears

Molten Tears short poem

savage was the bond of weakness; we were hiding behind the pain of decline, abdicating the singed shrine of nameless opposition, nowhere the roots were reaching the bottom of truth, I ran like river of life amongst the flames, you

Dream Bigger

Dream Bigger short poem

with my scrupulous eyes, my bone was so feeble, like I have never been, I try to gather them up. maybe when I slept… someone come and removed them, replaced my strength with you, dreaming I was so disturbed my

Shakuntala: A Reflection!

Shakuntala: A Reflection! short poem

She has opened her eyes, to feel the beautiful smile in her mind! Recollecting that he had promised… She stepped out into the world, to feel the dew filled grass Filling her with untold Love and solace… Flowers had bloomed,

Trust

Trust short poem

‘I’ve lived through this horrible hell with you’ he yelled, as he accused her, once again, of not trusting him. Trstu, she thought, Was subjective. Trstu, she believed, worked both ways. Watching him in anguish, she realized – her version

Schadenfreude

Schadenfreude short poem

Just needle on all of their pain, Is there something that you’d like to gain, But its all amiss when she plants her devilish kiss, After all, somebody’s misfortune is someone’s momentary bliss. Well the Schadenfreuder never sleeps, At least

A Crass Doll

A Crass Doll short poem

Full of ooh! Full of pain. There’s much from life, we can gain. But pouring water to the drought There’s everyone, even a team gets out, Falling short of the crease to breathe into the jive-life-breeze. There’s weak, there’s sick,

Lakeland Manor

Lakeland Manor prose poem

Ships at bay come and go every day and every night at Lakeland Manor and sailors are welcome to stay but only if they are brave…It is a beautiful castle but like they say you can’t judge a book by

Gifted Death

Gifted Death short poem

Sometimes you want to shut the book and bring out the darkness from bleached words of a lonely march of the tree. How to think or not to think drinking the wine of pain? Baby, do not go into the

I love

I love short poem

I love.. The early sounds of  dawn. The twitter of birds and the sound of Silence too – as calm and blissful peace they bring. ​ I love.. Fresh jasmine flowers A walk on wet green grass The crimson in the sky with birds

Life Is A Funny Game

Life Is A Funny Game short poem

Life is a funny game, yet it remains never the same, Winning here is a chance of fame, and losing a mere shame, We learn to fall, to win, and to rise, Facing each day with a new surprise, And

Wish

Wish short poem

I wish for things no one can give me No not for money or clothes only a key. A key to unlock a door. A door to give me a safe way to the floor. I wish for eyes that

Romance

Romance short poem

I was dumb struck to see a beautiful damsel approaching me, flashing like Sun rays piercing through the silver lining of the cloud , and rolling down like a twinkling star is she a mere fragrance of flower is she

An Animal With Two Tails

An Animal With Two Tails long poem

(A poem for children) Mummy, I saw an animal in the Zoo, Perhaps you’ve seen it too, He was huge and fat, Many times bigger than a cat; His eyes were very small Much smaller than a golf ball, He

Hill Top Evening

Hill Top Evening short poem

October evening besets on topping hill Dividing the cluster of hilly heads in twin shapes One in foggy spell another of lighting face with cloudy embrace. Behind the cloudy veil lies the snowy peaks Overlooking the hill church spire, old

Lenny And The Mini Genie

Lenny And The Mini Genie long poem

Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini? This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini And the good life of more, much and plenty, But Lenny’s pockets lacked any profits or pennies. Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness, Two failed

Another Stroke

Another Stroke short poem

On the hay stack lies my body brought from the shooting range. Brain dead, I exit, to watch the blood drenched earth. Foot prints of eternity. Window is shut. No light enters. In tiers, the cadavers are lying in a

The Morning After

The Morning After short poem

Burnt matchsticks Polythene bags Soggy chips and Tumbled cans Glasses half-full Bottles half-empty emptied. Soiled plates Cigarette tails Filters and papers Tobacco trails Coloured lighters Ashtrays scattered. Lost hairbands Unmade beds Switched off lights Hungover heads That lone cigarette tucked

Mum’s Birthday

Mum’s Birthday short poem

Another year another day once was celebrated Now this day is one that is to be commiserated I do not need to lay flowers to signify loss Everyday your in my thoughts and never forgot I may not make it

Famous Husband

Famous Husband short poem

A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,

Lake Song

Lake Song short poem

Nothing makes or breaks now. I will not know you on the lake. The clouds and shoreline shudder. There was no speck of endurance. The wind falls with agonizing thud. The dusk was hoisting the white waves. Time to make

Violent Seas

Violent Seas short poem

I won’t apologize I am mesmerized by your violent beauty I am unable to understand the depths of you I cannot see to the bottom Winds create waves that crest and crash Damaging all in the way Salty spray stings

A Positive Man Muses

A Positive Man Muses long poem

I am a man with an Unreservedly positive frame of mind. Knowing that frames are fatefully important As matter and metaphor. I wear shirts chiefly made of roomy pockets Trope for optimism And space for the melange of likelihoods, On

Four Seasons

Four Seasons prose poem

There are lovely seasons beyond compare that each has its own beauty, spring offers a birth of life to so many flowers and trees. Summer is the warmest season of all, the sun is the strongest on the blue sky

Between Hunger And Escape

Between Hunger And Escape short poem

Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of retribution.

Sound Of Love

Sound Of Love short poem

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

The Puzzling Man

The Puzzling Man prose poem

What are you thinking, my love? Are you thinking of me? Are you thinking of our memories spent and shared, of more to come? Why are you so confusing and yet so marvelous at the same time? If only I

Search

Search short poem

Do you show that you do care? Are you really loving me from there? Looking down as I am below How long from now until I know love? The kind that is real the kind that is true Not just

For An Answer

For An Answer prose poem

I can wait patiently enough, Although it is extremely tough, I can wait patiently enough, For your answer. Subtle though, my love Is not a flower Which will wither away, With every passing day. It has the power To sustain

Resolutions

Resolutions prose poem

Repentance of things past and presence, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”. Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against,

Parallels

Parallels short poem

In her eyes- I was alone You were insane I thought I was different You said we were the same I started to help you Investing more You pulled me inside And slammed the door The deeper I fell The

Drifting Woods

Drifting Woods short poem

Sometimes I drift away crossing the time limits following the rivers’ way or climbing the higher summits Happily with the birds I fly or join the wolves while they cry Sometimes I like to be the sun sole and aloof

Something Human

Something Human short poem

Beautiful girls formless of criminal honesty falling in love with endymion a wave is furrowed on the forehead of selene, envy or a genetic trigger starts a nightmare fading star heralds a gray moon leaves are falling like my words

For Chinua

For Chinua elegy

A seven gun salute for CHINUA A star among stars The big tree has fallen But nature I blame For such a blunder. I know you look down Up there Your footprint still draws breath Yesterday your legacy I saw

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty-Three

Loading Bay in the Summer of Sixty Three long poem

Been born three months when Kennedy got shot Didn’t really recognize the significance From the comfort of my cot Didn’t know Vietnam was such a brouhaha Or that the world would not be at peace For at any one time

The Mountain and the River….

The Mountain and the River.... short poem

After a very long time; five years to be specific, I came across yet another phase in my life when I was again full upto the brim. This time though I had no energy in me to raise the height