Countryside Poems
#countryside
Countryside poems, poetry about the land and scenery of rural areas, including fields, forests, wild flowers and animals, brooks and winding country paths. Countryside poems includes poetry about small rural villages and communities, and the countryside way of life. Also poems about farming and farm animals, and country pursuits like hiking and fishing.
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
A Field of Angels and Bone
Upon the moor where angels cry
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
#angels
#countryside
#dark
#graveyard
#shadows
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deadwolf
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
The First Autumn
Down the hill, and across the field we wandered
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
#countryside
#dating
#love #wife
#love #wife
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
The Law and Other Trifles
Down in the bayou, where the moss hangs low
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
#countryside
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
Running The Devil
I took to the bayou road at dusk
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
#countryside
#dark
#devil
#rhyming
#river
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 2:50pm
28th Oct 2024 2:50pm
DARK WINBERIGE OF TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
...
#countryside
#nature
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
Meadow Ghosts
Beneath the pale, relentless noon
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
#countryside
#dark
#ghosts
#narrative
#rhyming
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
the city dwellers entry ..
the country inn was almost empty
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
#city
#countryside
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
Out In The Field
Twas a night of full and dreadful dark
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
#countryside
#dark
#mystery
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
Dust and Dusk
In the vale where shadows crept at dusk
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
#countryside
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
Elysian Afternoons
It seemed like Olympus in a cloud form
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
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16 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 8:58pm
10th Jun 2024 8:58pm
E-I-E-I-O
My wife began singing yesterday morning
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
#animals
#countryside
#dreams
#ShortStory
#wife
99 reads
11 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 3:21pm
2nd Jun 2024 3:21pm
Mercury Is Rising
Mercury is rising
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
#countryside
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#summer
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