Poems About the Countryside Seeking Honest Critique
#countryside
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
Howdy
your guitar smile carry a twang about it
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
#countryside
#love
74 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
124 reads
6 Comments
KendalM
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
6th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Hankering
I had a dream when I was younger that I was swinging in between two rockets in our hayfield. I was attached to both, one rope on one rocket, the other rope on the second, and I in between swinging on a child's swing. I still don't understand that dream. Lol
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
69 reads
5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
13th Nov 2024 1:30pm
A Field of Angels and Bone
Upon the moor where angels cry
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
The bones of saints, the dust of graves
Mark desolation none could save
Their shattered wings in shadow lie
No stars alight the endless dome
Mark desolation none could save
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
No stars alight the endless dome
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The prairie moans, a voiceless home
Where graves bear whispers none should see
The earth is bare, a barren sea
The wind it carries death’s refrain
Where graves bear...
#angels
#countryside
#dark
#graveyard
#shadows
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deadwolf
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
9th Nov 2024 1:39am
The First Autumn
Down the hill, and across the field we wandered
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
Along the paths we walked and talked
laughing and playing, as children do
all day, till the sun ripened
Upon Silverbell lake,
where we swam, and made love in the waters
We ate peaches, from the tree,
with wild strawberries and sweet cream
Laying, on a blanket, drinking the last of the summers wine,
In, our first autum
#countryside
#dating
#love #wife
#love #wife
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:05pm
The Law and Other Trifles
Down in the bayou, where the moss hangs low
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
And the gators lie quiet in the water’s slow flow
The law come sniffin’ with their collars tight
But they don’t belong in the swamp at night
With lanterns high and their boots so clean
Cut through the cane where the ghosts ain't seen
But the folks here know where the shadows creep
And the secrets kept in the waters deep
The bayou don’t care for a badge or a name
And it don’t bow down to a city man’s claim
So they come with their guns and their silver stars
But the swamp don’t reckon...
#countryside
#environment
#LifeStruggles
#narrative
#rhyming
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
28th Oct 2024 11:35pm
Running The Devil
I took to the bayou road at dusk
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
With a lantern low and an iron trust
Through cypress roots and Spanish moss
Where the devil roams and souls get lost
O, I run, I run, through mud and shade
With blood on hands and debts unpaid
He’s stalkin' close, in dark so thick
With eyes like coals and fingers slick
They say he waits on southern lands
With silver tongue and burned-black hands
He calls my name like a mournful hymn
And draws me down where light grows dim
O, don’t look back, and don’t slow down
Don’t heed his...
#countryside
#dark
#devil
#rhyming
#river
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 2:50pm
28th Oct 2024 2:50pm
DARK WINBERIGE OF TROUSSEAU
In the shadowed vineyard of Dark Trousseau,
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
...
Where winberige's hang heavy with a glum allure,
Each fruit ripe with blood that starts to flow,
As full moon rises, their essence pure.
The vines writhe as if in agony,
Their tendrils dark and twisted with despair,
Blood red grapes a sight so grim to see,
Their taste a poison that none can bear.
Whispering sounds that no one hears
Vultures standby to watch something die
Waiting for a human to eat its deadly tears
Pain of cries that troubles one's flesh inside
...
#countryside
#nature
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2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
27th Oct 2024 3:41pm
Meadow Ghosts
Beneath the pale, relentless noon
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
Where light wears thin and weak
The meadow lies, a muted tune
And shadows softly speak
The grasses bow, as though to mourn
In whispers low and slight
For all that once by day was borne
Now flees the pressing light
There, sorrow drapes the autumn bough
With unseen burdens weighed
And silence fills the hollowed vow
That daylight scarce has made
The air grows damp with old regret
A grief that time has grown
And though no shade nor form be met
One does not walk alone ...
#countryside
#dark
#ghosts
#narrative
#rhyming
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
the city dwellers entry ..
the country inn was almost empty
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
#city
#countryside
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
9th Oct 2024 3:53am
Out In The Field
Twas a night of full and dreadful dark
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
A rustling rose from fields untamed
The wind, so cold, did bite and hark
Through harvest yields, the creeping claimed
Arise! And cast thy weary gaze
What stirs beyond the corn’s cold door?
A rustling ‘midst the shadowed maze
Shapes weeping, lost forevermore
Yet still they stand, though deathly still
O venture not into the blight
Some nameless terror chills the will
A dread that strips the soul of light
To seek, to find what horrors lie
Or wait till dawn's faint mercy’s...
#countryside
#dark
#mystery
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