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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Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 11:46pm
2nd Apr 2021 11:46pm
FLOWERS / SOURGRASS
Beauty queen farmer
Aristocratic nose
Hands in the dirt
Fingering what grows
Velvet buds of hounds tongue
Let them open up
Pour the taste of cucumber
Into your glassy cup
And there’s calochortus tolmiei
Known as pussy’s ears
White and purple fur display
The morning dew like tears
Speaking of that’s what you’ll cry
From biting this one’s neck
A prickly and bracing spurt
Sourgrass- what the heck?!
Aristocratic nose
Hands in the dirt
Fingering what grows
Velvet buds of hounds tongue
Let them open up
Pour the taste of cucumber
Into your glassy cup
And there’s calochortus tolmiei
Known as pussy’s ears
White and purple fur display
The morning dew like tears
Speaking of that’s what you’ll cry
From biting this one’s neck
A prickly and bracing spurt
Sourgrass- what the heck?!
#countryside
#flowers
#NaPoWriMo2021
31 reads
12 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 5:28am
26th Mar 2021 5:28am
The Zen Master
The watermeadow said,
"I cannot explain to you
how I do this",
as the flowers came forth,
and their time there
was spent playing and laughing.
"I cannot explain to you
how I do this",
as the flowers came forth,
and their time there
was spent playing and laughing.
#countryside
#earth
#river
#spring
#nature
58 reads
3 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
the hedgerows
keys on the floor; the rose-lists
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
#love
#countryside
#separation
65 reads
9 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 00:57am
19th Mar 2021 00:57am
Sweat and Tears
furrows on fields
lined straight in readiness
curves and cups awaiting rain
to nurture seeds sowed
for grains to harvest
arid land
cracked without blessings
from the clouds
no sympathy from heat
sun is without mercy
they toil the land
picking food off soil
scratching the surface
of empty stomach
waiting on God with hope
sweat on brows
wrinkled and brown
wiped with dirty palms
tears from faded eyes
burning down pigmented cheeks
still they toil
dawn to dusk ...
lined straight in readiness
curves and cups awaiting rain
to nurture seeds sowed
for grains to harvest
arid land
cracked without blessings
from the clouds
no sympathy from heat
sun is without mercy
they toil the land
picking food off soil
scratching the surface
of empty stomach
waiting on God with hope
sweat on brows
wrinkled and brown
wiped with dirty palms
tears from faded eyes
burning down pigmented cheeks
still they toil
dawn to dusk ...
#countryside
#poverty
59 reads
6 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 5:56am
15th Mar 2021 5:56am
ECONO CLASS AGAIN (12-4-2001, somewhere in the air over Maryland)
above this sea
of clouds
upon these silver
wings
eating salted
peanuts
at thirty thousand
feet
gazing out my
tiny little
oval window
like some soaring
sky god
looking down
at earth below
in awe
of what i
see
so high above
it all
transfixed within
its passing daydreams
hypnotic fleeting
view
until i suddenly
recall
the true nature
of my present
lofty domain
and ascended
sense of higher
being
as not that
of a god
but sadly ...
of clouds
upon these silver
wings
eating salted
peanuts
at thirty thousand
feet
gazing out my
tiny little
oval window
like some soaring
sky god
looking down
at earth below
in awe
of what i
see
so high above
it all
transfixed within
its passing daydreams
hypnotic fleeting
view
until i suddenly
recall
the true nature
of my present
lofty domain
and ascended
sense of higher
being
as not that
of a god
but sadly ...
#countryside
#earth
#sky
#clouds
#travel
38 reads
2 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
marriages...of bramble, beetle eggs and tortoise shells
pour clary
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
#illness
107 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Feb 2021 7:09pm
9th Feb 2021 7:09pm
country roads
There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a
thousand country roads. This is one of them.” —Robert James Waller
Christ!
the city is killing me!
her walls are fingers
at my throat,
like the gloat
of vile harbingers—
daily die i to be free.
heist
mobs
hem me in on every side,
police sirening
through the night,
peace in flight,
wild children screaming
where they yesterday would ride.
sobs
blend
into every living pulse ...
thousand country roads. This is one of them.” —Robert James Waller
Christ!
the city is killing me!
her walls are fingers
at my throat,
like the gloat
of vile harbingers—
daily die i to be free.
heist
mobs
hem me in on every side,
police sirening
through the night,
peace in flight,
wild children screaming
where they yesterday would ride.
sobs
blend
into every living pulse ...
#city
#countryside
#nature
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
51 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 5:42pm
13th Jan 2021 5:42pm
First Love
#teens
#sex
#countryside
121 reads
1 Comment
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 3:28pm
18th Dec 2020 3:28pm
Moorland Solitude
The spongy earth springs underfoot
Concealing all below;
You mind your way,
This eerie day,
You're careful how you go.
As mists roll off the craggy moss
Concealing all above;
You find your way,
This eerie day,
About a place you love.
A speck of rain anoints your head
Concealing thoughts inside;
You see your way,
This eerie day,
To let your qualms subside.
The heather forms a carpet here
Concealing peril's traits;
You pick your way,
This eerie day,
Where a quaggy snare awaits.
...
Concealing all below;
You mind your way,
This eerie day,
You're careful how you go.
As mists roll off the craggy moss
Concealing all above;
You find your way,
This eerie day,
About a place you love.
A speck of rain anoints your head
Concealing thoughts inside;
You see your way,
This eerie day,
To let your qualms subside.
The heather forms a carpet here
Concealing peril's traits;
You pick your way,
This eerie day,
Where a quaggy snare awaits.
...
#countryside
#rain
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
52 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
7th Dec 2020 4:40am
7th Dec 2020 4:40am
Blood of galaxies
So let's hold hands
Walk down the trail
To see the trees stretching high
Higher it seems than the sky
Piercing the heavens they go
If only we could follow
Your hand in mine
Your eyes and my eyes
Staring up as we do together
We will see the heavens drip
Down the branches that pierce it
Reaching out to taste the galaxies
The blood of heaven on our mouths
We've doomed ourselves
By simply knowing it's taste
Inescapable that knowledge
It's like knowing exactly enough
And never learning another thing
All is...
Walk down the trail
To see the trees stretching high
Higher it seems than the sky
Piercing the heavens they go
If only we could follow
Your hand in mine
Your eyes and my eyes
Staring up as we do together
We will see the heavens drip
Down the branches that pierce it
Reaching out to taste the galaxies
The blood of heaven on our mouths
We've doomed ourselves
By simply knowing it's taste
Inescapable that knowledge
It's like knowing exactly enough
And never learning another thing
All is...
#countryside
#forest
#universe
#sky
#nature
83 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 1:02pm
2nd Dec 2020 1:02pm
A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET
If you could would you be truly able to come with me as we enjoy the fresh air, that filters through our lungs like a sweet summer breeze, that softly caressing our skin as the winds whisper tenderly in our ears. Sending us subliminal messages that only we two can hear. If you could would you come with me as we float out to sea feeling, the ripples beneath the surface of our feet as each soft wave slowly guide us on a subconscious journey. As we watch the golden sunrise off into the distance, as we watch the birds in flight dancing upon the very winds of time. If you could would you be...
#countryside
#sea
#sky
#nature
#mountains
119 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 11:31pm
10th Nov 2020 11:31pm
The Calm Before The Storm
lulled by silence
a hint of sunshine
traces of spring
the cemetery is silent
the flowers still
the solitary mourners perched by gravestones
alone in their grief
the village stands empty now
its buldings abandoned
each person swallowed into silence
the seasons pass
spring, summer, autumn, winter
new mourners visit each day
to place flowers on the graves
a hint of sunshine
traces of spring
the cemetery is silent
the flowers still
the solitary mourners perched by gravestones
alone in their grief
the village stands empty now
its buldings abandoned
each person swallowed into silence
the seasons pass
spring, summer, autumn, winter
new mourners visit each day
to place flowers on the graves
#sadness
#countryside
#LifeCycle #pandemic
#LifeCycle #pandemic
101 reads
13 Comments
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