Poems About the Countryside Seeking Friendly Advice
#countryside
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 10:55am
23rd Mar 2024 10:55am
our world
Our World
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
This is not a day for clear sky and sun
This is not a day for jubilant spring
This is not a day for summer drizzle
This is not a day for crisp snow
This is not a starlit night
This not a time for love and romance
This is a day of grief and mourning
She gave us a fertile world
What did we do?
We polluted her rivers and sea
We stole her precocious minerals
We befouled her scented air
We lay waste to her forests and land
We killed the fauna
Worst of all, we stole her beauty
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#clouds
#nature
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 8:44am
3rd Mar 2024 8:44am
walking to the coast
the splendor
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
#countryside
#beach
#sky
#nature
#mountains
162 reads
8 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 8:47pm
12th Jan 2024 8:47pm
unconditional love
how
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
#countryside
#forest
#river
#nature
#mountains
165 reads
8 Comments
Remoon
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 7:52pm
23rd Nov 2023 7:52pm
Lake
Sky on water is like a mirrored
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
#countryside
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 4:23am
16th Oct 2023 4:23am
mosaic
artfully placed,
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
#countryside
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#mountains
165 reads
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Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
21st Sep 2023 5:33am
21st Sep 2023 5:33am
Jill's Off The Grid <pipe> In the Old Day
In days of old, when cities rose high,
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
And noise and crowds filled up the sky,
There lived a maid named Jill, who sought
A life beyond the city's fraught.
For Jill had always felt suffocated,
By the hustle and bustle unabated,
Of people rushing to and fro,
With faces blank and hearts aglow.
The pollution and the constant noise,
Left her feeling drained, like an empty poise,
And in her heart, she longed to be,
Where nature's beauty could set her free.
She dreamed of fields of green and gold,
Where flowers...
#loneliness
#countryside
#river #nature
#river #nature
154 reads
1 Comment
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Sep 2023 10:06pm
13th Sep 2023 10:06pm
unexplored paths
there's something about backroads
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#freedom
#passion
228 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 2:54am
21st Aug 2023 2:54am
Moonlit Prairie Dances
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #orgasm
#countryside #orgasm
389 reads
12 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
20th Jun 2023 8:05pm
20th Jun 2023 8:05pm
Hanok
Fishing boats navigate the sea.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
Each city steeped in memory.
And street food vendors
Scattered here and there;
A taste of Spring
In the Winter air;
This venerable village hums
A resilient tune:
A heart cry of history.
The night’s lights gleam
In kaleidoscope tones,
Across this modern mystery.
#home
#countryside
#sea #travel
#sea #travel
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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
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