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.
Duice
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Chattered Teeth
Its frigid like a whip outside
the Hawk is out
I took two steps in brisk
to land clenched teeth in mouth
Consider me a visiting guest
I’m not used to low temps
There’s beach life sun at home
arctic gust took my energy limp
Dr. Seuss me some Camu Camu
to keep immunity high
Then toke condensated puffs in jest
to keep comic from going awry
I can’t stand in the cold
I can’t stand it at all
Have me laid up in downed sheets
smothered curled in a ball
Sniffles flute to whistle
wrapped burrito like when born ...
the Hawk is out
I took two steps in brisk
to land clenched teeth in mouth
Consider me a visiting guest
I’m not used to low temps
There’s beach life sun at home
arctic gust took my energy limp
Dr. Seuss me some Camu Camu
to keep immunity high
Then toke condensated puffs in jest
to keep comic from going awry
I can’t stand in the cold
I can’t stand it at all
Have me laid up in downed sheets
smothered curled in a ball
Sniffles flute to whistle
wrapped burrito like when born ...
#countryside
#fall
#sky
#wind
#winter
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Nik2021
Nicola
Nicola
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 6:55pm
18th Mar 2025 6:55pm
Plow that.......field
#countryside
#love
#lover #sex
#lover #sex
198 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
3rd Mar 2025 1:59pm
Under the moon light
Here I am as I am in a place of pure calmness and tranquility, with the quiteness of the moon reflection, upon the peaceful waters, as they flow so peacefully up stream. For sure it's here and now I feel the tension leaving my mind, and heart and spiritual subconsciousness of my soul. As it eliminates to the point there's no hurt and no pain, only the deepness of being replaced by the sounds of the quiet waters, drifting with the winds of time. For even as I feel this great sensation, I begin to inhale and exhale out the negativity, from my subconscious of my deepest thoughts of healing,...
#clouds
#countryside
#nature
#river
#sky
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
7th Feb 2025 8:24am
The Carbon Family Picnic
The Carbon Clan's
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
Autumn Harvest
Cornucopia
At Evergreen Meadow,
Chapter 1
The air shimmered with a crisp, autumnal chill. It was the eve of the harvest moon, a night of abundance and gratitude, when the sprawling Carbon Clan gathered in one place to celebrate the year's bounty. This year, the honor fell to Carbon-12, their steadfast patriarch, whose sprawling oak tree in Evergreen Meadow served as the clan's traditional gathering spot.
Carbon-12 surveyed the crowd with a warm, golden smile. His countless bonds had created a sprawling family,...
#art
#countryside
#identity
#nature
#relationships
169 reads
1 Comment
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
96 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
Howdy
your guitar smile carry a twang about it
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
#countryside
#love
119 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
158 reads
6 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Hankering
I had a dream when I was younger that I was swinging in between two rockets in our hayfield. I was attached to both, one rope on one rocket, the other rope on the second, and I in between swinging on a child's swing. I still don't understand that dream. Lol
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
99 reads
5 Comments
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
111 reads
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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
159 reads
3 Comments
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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