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.
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
81 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
73 reads
0 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 2:51pm
6th Jul 2019 2:51pm
A Small Town in its Last Summer
( after Wendell Berry )
There is a darkness that changes a town.
And shades of transgressions that remain,
even after the night has relinquished.
The pale, fading crescent of its moon
watches the same lone farmer,
out before the first streaks of dawn.
He carries a bucket in each hand,
heading to the barn on his farm
on the outskirts of a town
who’s residents were raised
on a privilege of fear,
King James verse, and the Almanac.
He follows his quiet thoughts, and shadow
that stretches before each step...
There is a darkness that changes a town.
And shades of transgressions that remain,
even after the night has relinquished.
The pale, fading crescent of its moon
watches the same lone farmer,
out before the first streaks of dawn.
He carries a bucket in each hand,
heading to the barn on his farm
on the outskirts of a town
who’s residents were raised
on a privilege of fear,
King James verse, and the Almanac.
He follows his quiet thoughts, and shadow
that stretches before each step...
#countryside
#nature
#humankind #WendellBerry
#humankind #WendellBerry
76 reads
13 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Snaggy
Snaggy
Poem Published
29th Jun 2019 2:18am
29th Jun 2019 2:18am
Lair Of Dismay
In the lair of my dismay
Trying to find a better way
I wasn't rolling in the hay
This sad and lonely rainy day!
But in the lair of my dismay
I did eventually find a way
Joyfully rolling in the hay
A fine and glorious summer's day!
Trying to find a better way
I wasn't rolling in the hay
This sad and lonely rainy day!
But in the lair of my dismay
I did eventually find a way
Joyfully rolling in the hay
A fine and glorious summer's day!
#happiness
#sadness
#countryside
#summer
#nature
131 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Jun 2019 9:08pm
21st Jun 2019 9:08pm
A Rocky Terrain
from the mountain ledge
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
the dusk sun
ready to sleep
silent music
the end of the day
majestic but mystical
summer heights
one sees a golden ball
setting in the distance
a myriad of colours
the dusk sun
ready to sleep
silent music
the end of the day
majestic but mystical
summer heights
#countryside
#nature
#meditation
52 reads
8 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 10:57am
15th Jun 2019 10:57am
I love to frolic through the gay meadow -Sonnet Eighty-Eight
I love to frolic through the gay meadow
Skipping amongst the grass and daffodils
Waving my butterfly net too and fro
High as a kite on mother fuckin' pills
The warm sunshine beams down upon my dome
A puff ball drifts tenderly on the breeze
I’m paranoid that there's a creepy gnome
Watching me from behind those chestnut trees
Whistling a cheerful tune that I’ve written
I’m joined in song by a friendly magpie
Who decides that he wants to start shittin’
A white bird turd hits me right in the eye
My pointy...
Skipping amongst the grass and daffodils
Waving my butterfly net too and fro
High as a kite on mother fuckin' pills
The warm sunshine beams down upon my dome
A puff ball drifts tenderly on the breeze
I’m paranoid that there's a creepy gnome
Watching me from behind those chestnut trees
Whistling a cheerful tune that I’ve written
I’m joined in song by a friendly magpie
Who decides that he wants to start shittin’
A white bird turd hits me right in the eye
My pointy...
#countryside
#trees
#funny #sonnet
#funny #sonnet
56 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th May 2019 10:15pm
20th May 2019 10:15pm
Thunder In The Summer
An empty trail in the middle of country,
Weaving through hills and trees.
The air is muggy and sticky.
The sky darkens.
Clouds clump together,
Dark and brooding.
The first drops of rain come,
Warm still from the heat.
A trickle, then a torrent.
Splattering.
The rain soaks the solitary walker,
Seeping deep into his socks and his boots.
The walker takes refuge under a cluster of trees,
Waiting,
Wishing now that he hadn’t...
Weaving through hills and trees.
The air is muggy and sticky.
The sky darkens.
Clouds clump together,
Dark and brooding.
The first drops of rain come,
Warm still from the heat.
A trickle, then a torrent.
Splattering.
The rain soaks the solitary walker,
Seeping deep into his socks and his boots.
The walker takes refuge under a cluster of trees,
Waiting,
Wishing now that he hadn’t...
#countryside
#storm
#FeelingLost
53 reads
6 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:50pm
17th May 2019 10:50pm
Distant Bells
The church bells ring
Chimes from afar
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels
Sounds that carry over the river
Through the fields
As the sun sets
Painting the sky magenta
Chimes from afar
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels
Sounds that carry over the river
Through the fields
As the sun sets
Painting the sky magenta
#countryside
#night
78 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th May 2019 8:32pm
13th May 2019 8:32pm
Mud In The Forest
Tiny leaves settle on the ground
Rustic-brown and covered in mud
The wind is silent
The rain has stopped
Nearby footsteps crunch
As walkers wade through mud
In search of the wooden shelter
Warmth
Rustic-brown and covered in mud
The wind is silent
The rain has stopped
Nearby footsteps crunch
As walkers wade through mud
In search of the wooden shelter
Warmth
#countryside
#nature
92 reads
10 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd May 2019 11:22pm
2nd May 2019 11:22pm
An English Desert
Parched grass. A walk across fields and mounds where branches and weeds lie unconcealed, waiting to take thirsty hikers by surprise.
The midday heat bears down on the hiker, raw and unrelenting.
Fields surround the trail, each like the last, so that north and south and east and west merge, teasing the hiker with countless possibilities.
And still, the journey goes on.
The midday heat bears down on the hiker, raw and unrelenting.
Fields surround the trail, each like the last, so that north and south and east and west merge, teasing the hiker with countless possibilities.
And still, the journey goes on.
#countryside
#summer
62 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 00:02am
30th Apr 2019 00:02am
Terra Australis:
Glimpses Of Thy Clear Magnificence
I
O Southern Land,
So hypothetically
Continent,
Art thou not grand,
Even amidst the world’s
Incontinence!
And canst thou, great
Terra Australis, fathom
Western cries
That salivate
For glimpses of thy clear
Magnificence?
II
New Holland rock,
Where Abel Tasmann left his
Gallant mark;
Of equal stock,
Explorer Matthew Flinders
Pleased the ear:
Australia,
Embracing more great portions
Of the earth; ...
I
O Southern Land,
So hypothetically
Continent,
Art thou not grand,
Even amidst the world’s
Incontinence!
And canst thou, great
Terra Australis, fathom
Western cries
That salivate
For glimpses of thy clear
Magnificence?
II
New Holland rock,
Where Abel Tasmann left his
Gallant mark;
Of equal stock,
Explorer Matthew Flinders
Pleased the ear:
Australia,
Embracing more great portions
Of the earth; ...
#countryside
#nature
#admiration
70 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 10:38pm
28th Apr 2019 10:38pm
Static Beauty
Static beauty, a landscape
A waterfall captured on film
A lake silent, the surface still
A hill, snow, a forest
The colours of a rainbow
The dawning of a new day
A waterfall captured on film
A lake silent, the surface still
A hill, snow, a forest
The colours of a rainbow
The dawning of a new day
#countryside
#nature
89 reads
2 Comments
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