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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 11:08pm
13th Nov 2019 11:08pm
November Rain, The Seasons
Rain, a steady patter
A source of refreshment
The air, cool but comforting
The sounds outside, lulling, calming
The scent, mild with a hint of soil
Autumn
A source of refreshment
The air, cool but comforting
The sounds outside, lulling, calming
The scent, mild with a hint of soil
Autumn
#countryside
#nature
#peace
29 reads
7 Comments
sunsettown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
six strings to heaven
i'm not sure what it is
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
#countryside
103 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 8:23pm
19th Oct 2019 8:23pm
Fierce Winds
T was on a sojourn, many miles I’d gone,
‘Low xanthene sky of pink and bluish red.
And heard the zephyr’s xylophone in song,
When I’d arrive ‘neath Xanadu’s sunrise.
Wrapped in a flowing xanthic saffron robe,
While on a ladened Xebec sailing ship.
I looked across the prow at dawn’s first strobe,
The thrill against my heaving xiphiod!
Six members of the Xaverian sect;
An order of their brotherhood by birth.
Were on their way to witness for the Church,
To convert souls to raise them from the dirt.
It...
‘Low xanthene sky of pink and bluish red.
And heard the zephyr’s xylophone in song,
When I’d arrive ‘neath Xanadu’s sunrise.
Wrapped in a flowing xanthic saffron robe,
While on a ladened Xebec sailing ship.
I looked across the prow at dawn’s first strobe,
The thrill against my heaving xiphiod!
Six members of the Xaverian sect;
An order of their brotherhood by birth.
Were on their way to witness for the Church,
To convert souls to raise them from the dirt.
It...
#love
#countryside
#spiritual
#humankind
#wisdom
100 reads
16 Comments
DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 3:44am
7th Oct 2019 3:44am
Stitched Fields
Sunrays on waving reeds
Spade diverting water from it's path
Any way it finds is it's path after all
Glistening and hasty
Making it's way to which it's guided
Shallow moats of literal square acreage
Busy little bees
Canvassing
Sewing seeds like buttons
Not long before the sprouts
Leave their shells to stretch their limbs
That they begin to casts shadows
Shadows turn to shade
A toad sitting watch
Seen by nothing
Just as planned
Ground of once barren earth
Growing...
Spade diverting water from it's path
Any way it finds is it's path after all
Glistening and hasty
Making it's way to which it's guided
Shallow moats of literal square acreage
Busy little bees
Canvassing
Sewing seeds like buttons
Not long before the sprouts
Leave their shells to stretch their limbs
That they begin to casts shadows
Shadows turn to shade
A toad sitting watch
Seen by nothing
Just as planned
Ground of once barren earth
Growing...
#home
#countryside
#nature
59 reads
4 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
The Wall and The River
Four generations, friendly, side by side
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink
shouting obscenities and...
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink
shouting obscenities and...
#relationships
#war
#countryside
#PTSD
#RobertFrost
131 reads
17 Comments
Jiminex
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 8:10pm
5th Oct 2019 8:10pm
Midnight surpreme
Black core with a blue burst of light.
To me it was a beautiful sight.
Uplifting stems putting petals in flight.
I had to touch thorns tore my skin.
It did hurt but i touched it again.
Soft tender petals plush and thin.
I try to handle with delicate care.
To watch you dance in the air.
Captivating and beautiful not even aware
To me it was a beautiful sight.
Uplifting stems putting petals in flight.
I had to touch thorns tore my skin.
It did hurt but i touched it again.
Soft tender petals plush and thin.
I try to handle with delicate care.
To watch you dance in the air.
Captivating and beautiful not even aware
#countryside
#river
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
51 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 00:17am
5th Oct 2019 00:17am
the pleasures of nature are fleeting ..
wishing to get out of the city we
took the bus deep into the countryside
without checking what time the bus returned
without us passing the night in a field ..
took the bus deep into the countryside
without checking what time the bus returned
without us passing the night in a field ..
#countryside
73 reads
3 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
What You Can See Goes On Forever
( prose poetry )
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
#childhood
#family
#countryside
#memories
#sacrifice
166 reads
27 Comments
LJRoundTown
LJ
LJ
Poem Published
21st Sep 2019 6:27pm
21st Sep 2019 6:27pm
Temporary Reprieve
A field
Once flush
Now left to seed
Creatures burrow
In this safe place
Human nature’s reprieve
Yet in the distance
A rumble, dirt kicked into the sky
The machines are coming, urban nature astride
Once flush
Now left to seed
Creatures burrow
In this safe place
Human nature’s reprieve
Yet in the distance
A rumble, dirt kicked into the sky
The machines are coming, urban nature astride
#city
#countryside
#animals
#nature
#humankind
54 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
Night Journey
Night Journey
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
#love
#marriage
#city
#countryside
#night
113 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 1:22am
30th Jul 2019 1:22am
The Country Of Marriage (And Love)
There are no unsacred places,
only sacred places, and desecrated places '
- Wendell Berry
I
In the country where arose
the soft grasses bearing your name
in their blooming stalks, I imagined
myself walking into the heart of
the yellow cover crop, bare.
II
Flitting by, a songbird was your spirit
Its chirping breaking the soft lull of
wind through your hair, dancing with
purple specks of tiny flowers barely known of; ...
only sacred places, and desecrated places '
- Wendell Berry
I
In the country where arose
the soft grasses bearing your name
in their blooming stalks, I imagined
myself walking into the heart of
the yellow cover crop, bare.
II
Flitting by, a songbird was your spirit
Its chirping breaking the soft lull of
wind through your hair, dancing with
purple specks of tiny flowers barely known of; ...
#love
#marriage
#countryside
#nature
#WendellBerry
113 reads
14 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 8:59am
18th Jul 2019 8:59am
Cornish cream
My state it lies in the deep South west
A penninsular the toe and foot in the atlantics swell
White dust that clay upon the potters wheel
Fine paper without its body has no feel
The schools of art at their easel
Those scenes spectacular in coast and field
Of towns and cities where fortunes out of TIN were made
And the imprint that they left to antiquate
Mines worked out and left to flood
A legacy of industry that non can ever grub
On top the engine house, its chimney soars
Proudly stands aloft not the tip of coals...
A penninsular the toe and foot in the atlantics swell
White dust that clay upon the potters wheel
Fine paper without its body has no feel
The schools of art at their easel
Those scenes spectacular in coast and field
Of towns and cities where fortunes out of TIN were made
And the imprint that they left to antiquate
Mines worked out and left to flood
A legacy of industry that non can ever grub
On top the engine house, its chimney soars
Proudly stands aloft not the tip of coals...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
102 reads
0 Comments
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