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.
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ZenZen
ZenZen
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 2:49pm
8th Dec 2022 2:49pm
Words Of Beauty
Of all the times i love one
A silent stream at setting sun
Drifting crimson clouds,; swept sparse
And a rising star glimmering afar
Of all the places i like where
The land is green the air is fair
A flock of sheep of natural flair
Browses where the grass is neat
And when at dawn the bell tolls
Or when the twilight folds again and rolls
And the herd, a tired silence holds
Coming back full, for home sends calls
A quiet landscape in the open...
A silent stream at setting sun
Drifting crimson clouds,; swept sparse
And a rising star glimmering afar
Of all the places i like where
The land is green the air is fair
A flock of sheep of natural flair
Browses where the grass is neat
And when at dawn the bell tolls
Or when the twilight folds again and rolls
And the herd, a tired silence holds
Coming back full, for home sends calls
A quiet landscape in the open...
#countryside
#nature
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Nov 2022 8:56pm
4th Nov 2022 8:56pm
a picture
A picture
Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo
I lived, in a small village, for 31 years
The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms
narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules
The houses had narrow entrances because
the people were not of tall stature and lived modestly
and believed in God
The men didn’t live long, and the women usually
went on living twenty years more; the reason for this
I blame the Medronho, which is imbibed too often.
The hillside exploded one-day building activities
for people (tourists) to find...
Behind the mountain, as seen in this photo
I lived, in a small village, for 31 years
The hillside of the mountain only had a few farms
narrow tracks fit for sheep and mules
The houses had narrow entrances because
the people were not of tall stature and lived modestly
and believed in God
The men didn’t live long, and the women usually
went on living twenty years more; the reason for this
I blame the Medronho, which is imbibed too often.
The hillside exploded one-day building activities
for people (tourists) to find...
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#clouds
#mountains
105 reads
1 Comment
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
108 reads
1 Comment
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
199 reads
6 Comments
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
174 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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Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
30th Dec 2021 3:52am
30th Dec 2021 3:52am
Between Shadow And Wood
Weathered and
faded whispers remain
shadows still in the
place where they lay
echoes of our past
walls can’t contain
kisses we shared like
the scent of hay
old cracked wood accepts
the rains caress
like you did mine on
hot summer nights
arched boards mirror
your curves in that dress
rails hold secrets of
your sweet delights
reign’s in sway are
your gentle hips
joists now creak with
our lovers embrace
the breeze is the fair
brush of your lips
faded sunlight...
faded whispers remain
shadows still in the
place where they lay
echoes of our past
walls can’t contain
kisses we shared like
the scent of hay
old cracked wood accepts
the rains caress
like you did mine on
hot summer nights
arched boards mirror
your curves in that dress
rails hold secrets of
your sweet delights
reign’s in sway are
your gentle hips
joists now creak with
our lovers embrace
the breeze is the fair
brush of your lips
faded sunlight...
#countryside
95 reads
3 Comments
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
204 reads
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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