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.
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
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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
38 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
39 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
49 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
37 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
45 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
42 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 8:38am
28th Apr 2019 8:38am
FIRST HOUR OF BIRTHDAY
I would drive at night, to a hill I will not name;
walk to top, slip off clothes, bare my natural frame.
Yes, to spend the first hour of a special birthday
overlooking countryside in the Adam way.
Going naturistic in a nature reserve
(don't confuse with game parks made for big beast preserve;
their animals would make human mincemeat of me
if disturbed or excited by my bare body!)
Neutral about 'shortcomings' or 'best' attributes,
I reconnect with our innocent Eden roots,
savouring what I feel through the bareness of skin, ...
walk to top, slip off clothes, bare my natural frame.
Yes, to spend the first hour of a special birthday
overlooking countryside in the Adam way.
Going naturistic in a nature reserve
(don't confuse with game parks made for big beast preserve;
their animals would make human mincemeat of me
if disturbed or excited by my bare body!)
Neutral about 'shortcomings' or 'best' attributes,
I reconnect with our innocent Eden roots,
savouring what I feel through the bareness of skin, ...
#countryside
#spiritual
#funny #SelfReflection
#funny #SelfReflection
55 reads
1 Comment
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 7:08pm
12th Apr 2019 7:08pm
song for old couch by the roadside abandoned
Imperceptible pylons raise a supine aurora
from the ample mouth of nausea
up from my still-smoking caldera of waking
jutting out
beyond the slung hips of manzanitas
the hummingbird sage musters meritable renaissance
harbor washouts and denser hubris
arch their cat-backs
...
from the ample mouth of nausea
up from my still-smoking caldera of waking
jutting out
beyond the slung hips of manzanitas
the hummingbird sage musters meritable renaissance
harbor washouts and denser hubris
arch their cat-backs
...
#countryside
#spring
#LifeCycle
#aging
#admiration
23 reads
6 Comments
richydakid
Poem Published
28th Mar 2019 2:46pm
28th Mar 2019 2:46pm
This dirt road
As I walk down this dirt road I'm all alone far far from home just fields and the sounds of crickets this dirt road content as I walk and think nobody rushing me nobody fussing at me just me and myself I'd give the world's money away for times like this no distractions just me and my thoughts I was raised in the city but I can feel the country boy in me as I walk down this dirt road I kick rocks gravel not because I'm mad sad or bored I'm content loving my fathers true home the sunset is coming better make it back home cuz in the country you can't see your hand in front of your face like...
#countryside
66 reads
0 Comments
Summerrain75
Poem Published
24th Mar 2019 5:04am
24th Mar 2019 5:04am
Hour Of Solitude
Sounds of rustling leaves
Fill the air as I watch the trees
Swaying in the wind
Colorful butterflies flit
From trees to flowers
Brightly hued petals
Bask in the warmth of the sun
A feast for my eyes
To delight in and savor
In my hour of solitude
A clear sky looms above me
Pale blue tufted with white clouds
Slowly drifting by
Trees glisten in midday sun
Their colors vibrant in the light
The chirping of birds
Breaks the silence of the hour
Intruding my reverie
I wish the day will not end ...
Fill the air as I watch the trees
Swaying in the wind
Colorful butterflies flit
From trees to flowers
Brightly hued petals
Bask in the warmth of the sun
A feast for my eyes
To delight in and savor
In my hour of solitude
A clear sky looms above me
Pale blue tufted with white clouds
Slowly drifting by
Trees glisten in midday sun
Their colors vibrant in the light
The chirping of birds
Breaks the silence of the hour
Intruding my reverie
I wish the day will not end ...
#countryside
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
85 reads
11 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
Meadowlark's Melody
from grassy green fields
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
#beauty
#countryside
#birds
#nature
#music
123 reads
17 Comments
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