Poems About the Countryside Seeking Friendly Advice
#countryside
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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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
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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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oskar
Poem Published
20th May 2021 2:44pm
20th May 2021 2:44pm
spring
spring
This is a beautiful day,
the sea-breeze is softly embracing me
and I think of a bush that grows by the wayside into my village
only angels can spin such a bush for us to enjoy a day like this.
The finely spun bush stays for a few days but take off a nightfall
not to be seen again before next spring.
The rose bushes are hanging over the fence in a symphony
for the eye and aroma.
Yes, spring is here, a time when everything is eternal before
the cruel burns the landscape yellow and dry,
and we dream of the sea.
This is a beautiful day,
the sea-breeze is softly embracing me
and I think of a bush that grows by the wayside into my village
only angels can spin such a bush for us to enjoy a day like this.
The finely spun bush stays for a few days but take off a nightfall
not to be seen again before next spring.
The rose bushes are hanging over the fence in a symphony
for the eye and aroma.
Yes, spring is here, a time when everything is eternal before
the cruel burns the landscape yellow and dry,
and we dream of the sea.
#countryside
#forest
#sea
#beach
#clouds
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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
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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
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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
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2020 10:02am
10th Nov 2020 10:02am
new haiku
Haiku
Early evening
The day gives way tonight
The child cries.
Tranquil is the sea
Ripples onshore as tar
Absent is the wind
Autumnal darkness
Impatient winter waits
Storm knocks on windows
Frost cracks on timber
Snow makes the land secretive
Will there be a spring?
Spring after rain-fall
Aromatic is the landscape
Broods climbing trees
Early evening
The day gives way tonight
The child cries.
Tranquil is the sea
Ripples onshore as tar
Absent is the wind
Autumnal darkness
Impatient winter waits
Storm knocks on windows
Frost cracks on timber
Snow makes the land secretive
Will there be a spring?
Spring after rain-fall
Aromatic is the landscape
Broods climbing trees
#countryside
#forest
#sea #clouds
#sea #clouds
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Oct 2020 8:42am
10th Oct 2020 8:42am
costly stones
costly stones
the mountain partly hid the lake
was crystal clear and warm
they swam across to the river where its outlet was
we were looking for costly stones.
The lake got shallow, and they waded, but could
not find any pricey stones.
When they waded back, the lake had retracted back
into the mountain, it was now a cave.
They picked some stones and decided to return
next day.
When they did the lake was blood- red and saw
nothing of interest
They did not know why the pool
was red thought the reason was it had taken...
the mountain partly hid the lake
was crystal clear and warm
they swam across to the river where its outlet was
we were looking for costly stones.
The lake got shallow, and they waded, but could
not find any pricey stones.
When they waded back, the lake had retracted back
into the mountain, it was now a cave.
They picked some stones and decided to return
next day.
When they did the lake was blood- red and saw
nothing of interest
They did not know why the pool
was red thought the reason was it had taken...
#countryside
#forest
#beach
#sky
#clouds
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Madcinder
Poem Published
26th Sep 2020 8:50am
26th Sep 2020 8:50am
Yesterday's Back Again
Hide in stocks of corn.
Run in fields of wheat.
So long as the wheat’s not trampled.
Underneath her feet.
Dwelling in the barley.
Live among the oat.
Drinking wine and honey.
Down her grizzly throat.
Years have come and years have gone.
Flying by between her songs.
From the northern forests sent.
See her tail and compliment.
Mountains bring the marten pelts.
Summer comes and snows doth melt.
Time passes, long grasses bend.
Yesterday is back again.
Visiting her homeland. ...
Run in fields of wheat.
So long as the wheat’s not trampled.
Underneath her feet.
Dwelling in the barley.
Live among the oat.
Drinking wine and honey.
Down her grizzly throat.
Years have come and years have gone.
Flying by between her songs.
From the northern forests sent.
See her tail and compliment.
Mountains bring the marten pelts.
Summer comes and snows doth melt.
Time passes, long grasses bend.
Yesterday is back again.
Visiting her homeland. ...
#countryside
#fall
#nature
#lyrics
#pagan
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
4th May 2020 1:26pm
4th May 2020 1:26pm
Mornings air
Walking alone in mornings air
Footsteps on bent grass
Musical sounds of courting birds
Cows curiously watching me
Trees rustling leafy growth
After long winters sleep
Old fences and kissing gates
Baby rabbits tumble out of hedges
Playing by the trickling creek
I'm getting closer to Cam peak
A rising cone
Breathing harder
Legs pounding it's very steep
Ascending rampart worn by many feet
Woods, fields, villages and wide river
Are all mine now to contemplate
And take in the country, to be part of it
This is...
Footsteps on bent grass
Musical sounds of courting birds
Cows curiously watching me
Trees rustling leafy growth
After long winters sleep
Old fences and kissing gates
Baby rabbits tumble out of hedges
Playing by the trickling creek
I'm getting closer to Cam peak
A rising cone
Breathing harder
Legs pounding it's very steep
Ascending rampart worn by many feet
Woods, fields, villages and wide river
Are all mine now to contemplate
And take in the country, to be part of it
This is...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#countryside #nature
#countryside #nature
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
21st Apr 2020 11:02pm
21st Apr 2020 11:02pm
Wickselm House
Wickselm
Just out of town
Thats where we found
Our garden of dreams
Then another one made three
Years past snowdrops everlast
Daffodils, apple trees and bees
June's sweetness
Roses and lots of other flowers
And the oaks
Burnt in late autumn
Some say it was haunted
Old stone walls and ivy
Post and rail
Winds that wail
In winter ...
Just out of town
Thats where we found
Our garden of dreams
Then another one made three
Years past snowdrops everlast
Daffodils, apple trees and bees
June's sweetness
Roses and lots of other flowers
And the oaks
Burnt in late autumn
Some say it was haunted
Old stone walls and ivy
Post and rail
Winds that wail
In winter ...
#family
#home
#countryside
#flowers
#nature
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