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.
DeathRattle89
Poem Published
Today 7:53am
Today 7:53am
Pale Thumb
Country roads in the dark
No street lights in sight
Strange presences at night
Shadows shifting amid graves
Like corpse gardens planted by empty churches…
No street lights in sight
Strange presences at night
Shadows shifting amid graves
Like corpse gardens planted by empty churches…
#dark
#evil
#countryside
#scary
#horror
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CarrionCrow44
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 4:21am
21st Sep 2022 4:21am
Movements
I sit in this cafe
Count the little droplets
That cascading rain in October
My drink without a care
I wonder where you are
Did heaven settle all your affairs
Or is it a myth like I thought
Someone’s solitude
I have no answer
Only laugh at the mystery
Cause life keeps taking things away
I’m getting older it seems
It’s all I see
Hate turning weak
But I like the burn of living
Damn the unknown
Can’t ever look back again
Yet questions loom right above me
Badlands settle
And...
Count the little droplets
That cascading rain in October
My drink without a care
I wonder where you are
Did heaven settle all your affairs
Or is it a myth like I thought
Someone’s solitude
I have no answer
Only laugh at the mystery
Cause life keeps taking things away
I’m getting older it seems
It’s all I see
Hate turning weak
But I like the burn of living
Damn the unknown
Can’t ever look back again
Yet questions loom right above me
Badlands settle
And...
#countryside
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abetterstart
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2022 8:12pm
22nd Aug 2022 8:12pm
where the wildflowers lay
possessing an endurance
they stand trembling,
proud
but unpretentious,
strong enough
for summer storms,
the petals delicate
softness
listening to the winds,
without judging
the lovely flowers
greet you,
welcoming you,
in meadows of many
they don't ask
for attention,
they simply decide
to smile,
to shine
in their own
moments.
they stand trembling,
proud
but unpretentious,
strong enough
for summer storms,
the petals delicate
softness
listening to the winds,
without judging
the lovely flowers
greet you,
welcoming you,
in meadows of many
they don't ask
for attention,
they simply decide
to smile,
to shine
in their own
moments.
#countryside
#flowers
#storm
#summer
#nature
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faithmairee
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 12:38pm
12th Aug 2022 12:38pm
Ninja -The Hardy Road Warrior And Explorer Extrodanier
He's been trained
To walk properly
He knows what
He's supposed to do
But the problem is
He's a terrier
Born to explore
The entire universe
In a single day
Sniffing every
Inch of road
Along the way
Perhaps looking
For adventure
Or a spot
Where sadly
A smashed critter
Met it's unfortunate
Demise
To walk properly
He knows what
He's supposed to do
But the problem is
He's a terrier
Born to explore
The entire universe
In a single day
Sniffing every
Inch of road
Along the way
Perhaps looking
For adventure
Or a spot
Where sadly
A smashed critter
Met it's unfortunate
Demise
#countryside
#environment
#determination
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 4:03am
26th Jul 2022 4:03am
The Spaces in Between
The drive back from the beach
Took us through the mountains
A long winding, curvy path
The views…green and lush
And high
High enough to look down the edgy cliffs
So high I could feel the glutes tighten
At the bottom of the foothill
The highway straightened a little more
And once on the open road
She added speed
Passing the through farms
The orchards
The groves
For miles and miles
or kilometers wherever you may be
They seemed to go on forever
And at high speeds it gave me a new perspective ...
Took us through the mountains
A long winding, curvy path
The views…green and lush
And high
High enough to look down the edgy cliffs
So high I could feel the glutes tighten
At the bottom of the foothill
The highway straightened a little more
And once on the open road
She added speed
Passing the through farms
The orchards
The groves
For miles and miles
or kilometers wherever you may be
They seemed to go on forever
And at high speeds it gave me a new perspective ...
#beauty
#countryside
#nature
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
SHADOW DANCE (7-23-2000, Galveston Island, Texas)
morning sun
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
#countryside
#sea
#beach
#sky
#nature
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 4:56am
21st Jun 2022 4:56am
Busted Flat in Nashville
Busted Flat in Nashville
“Honey, my behind is all in a knot from all this driving. But at least I have this hand-me-down pillow from my Mom to cushion my soft tush. Do you know why I always used gold thread for the patches?”
I reply, “Maybe because it looks shiny like the sunbeams in your eye?”
She says, “My Mama taught me that love made us royal. So she sewed it in gold and when she bequeathed it to me I carried on the tradition. This Natchez Trace sure is purty. But even so, my butt needs a rest stop.”
I say, “The church organ has been silent for a...
“Honey, my behind is all in a knot from all this driving. But at least I have this hand-me-down pillow from my Mom to cushion my soft tush. Do you know why I always used gold thread for the patches?”
I reply, “Maybe because it looks shiny like the sunbeams in your eye?”
She says, “My Mama taught me that love made us royal. So she sewed it in gold and when she bequeathed it to me I carried on the tradition. This Natchez Trace sure is purty. But even so, my butt needs a rest stop.”
I say, “The church organ has been silent for a...
#marriage
#romantic
#city
#countryside
#travel
132 reads
10 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2022 8:04am
2nd Feb 2022 8:04am
A Kingfisher Day
When the morning first is born
With darkness on the run.
Warmth and light then greet the morn'
And make the way for sun.
When night-time creatures take their bed
And daytime things appear;
That's the time, I've often said,
When heaven is most near.
To stand and view the coloured show
With flowers of each kind;
The vivid hues of petals glow,
They intoxicate your mind.
To walk amongst the dewy grass
Which sparkles in the light.
Their blades salute you as you pass
And chase away the night.
To...
With darkness on the run.
Warmth and light then greet the morn'
And make the way for sun.
When night-time creatures take their bed
And daytime things appear;
That's the time, I've often said,
When heaven is most near.
To stand and view the coloured show
With flowers of each kind;
The vivid hues of petals glow,
They intoxicate your mind.
To walk amongst the dewy grass
Which sparkles in the light.
Their blades salute you as you pass
And chase away the night.
To...
#countryside
#sky
#nature
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 11:29pm
1st Dec 2021 11:29pm
upon a country walk
there was a note on
the gate which lead into the
field. it said “please close
the gate.” it being
already shut, it left me
somewhat unfulfilled ..
the gate which lead into the
field. it said “please close
the gate.” it being
already shut, it left me
somewhat unfulfilled ..
#countryside
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
Alphabet Chicken Soup-The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog! (Acrostic)
The old farmer Tom Macdonald
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
#countryside
#animals
#acrostic #funny
#acrostic #funny
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2021 00:05am
23rd Oct 2021 00:05am
song of the villagers
music festivals are alright
in their way, but
I live here and they’re generally
in mine, okay?
in their way, but
I live here and they’re generally
in mine, okay?
#countryside
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Xaphan
Poem Published
7th Oct 2021 6:39pm
7th Oct 2021 6:39pm
To The Corn Wraith's Lair
There's a path, that's forever carved, through the unyielding corn
Offering a way, of dead ahead, along which I'm inexorably drawn
Through the undulating crop it leads me astray, of that I'm aware
Hewn by those of the passed, like a track to the corn wraith's lair
Every advancing step that I take, is seemingly, on sun baked soil
Crumbling underfoot, like the very earth itself is implicitly disloyal
Onwards and upwards, or down, always below a raven on a wire
Relentlessly myopic I reach the same nadir, then forty feet higher
Nothing but the corn appears...
Offering a way, of dead ahead, along which I'm inexorably drawn
Through the undulating crop it leads me astray, of that I'm aware
Hewn by those of the passed, like a track to the corn wraith's lair
Every advancing step that I take, is seemingly, on sun baked soil
Crumbling underfoot, like the very earth itself is implicitly disloyal
Onwards and upwards, or down, always below a raven on a wire
Relentlessly myopic I reach the same nadir, then forty feet higher
Nothing but the corn appears...
#death
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#FeelingLost
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