Poems About the Countryside Seeking Honest Critique
#countryside
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
Imaginary Soup
The rooster crows!
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
#countryside
#birds
#morning
#nature
#food
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2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 11:03am
9th Feb 2024 11:03am
On My Farm
My wife began singing yesterday morning
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
#dreams
#countryside
#animals
49 reads
5 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
ON THE BONNET
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #rhyming
#countryside #rhyming
167 reads
6 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
21st Jan 2024 12:17pm
21st Jan 2024 12:17pm
Story of faith Hill. Australia.
🇦🇺🐨🦘.
Australia.
Australia.
#courage
#mother
#motivational
#countryside
#MothersDay
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cabcool
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 6:10am
5th Jan 2024 6:10am
new ears of corn
a trochee
[No. 10 from The Children’s Collection]
“Nature gives man corn but he must grind it; God gives man a will but
he must make the right choices.”―Fulton J. Sheen
when the ears of corn are ripening and their silk-thread teeth come smiling,
let me frolic through the cornfield―in the cornfield let me play.
i shall tip-toe past the scarecrow while the birds he is beguiling,
lest i scare the birds―lest i should too soon scare the birds away.
one for maggot, one for john crow, one for cutworm,...
[No. 10 from The Children’s Collection]
“Nature gives man corn but he must grind it; God gives man a will but
he must make the right choices.”―Fulton J. Sheen
when the ears of corn are ripening and their silk-thread teeth come smiling,
let me frolic through the cornfield―in the cornfield let me play.
i shall tip-toe past the scarecrow while the birds he is beguiling,
lest i scare the birds―lest i should too soon scare the birds away.
one for maggot, one for john crow, one for cutworm,...
#countryside
#food
#culture
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cabcool
Poem Published
13th Dec 2023 11:48pm
13th Dec 2023 11:48pm
train ride
cross-country journey on the tracks
[No. 8 from The Children’s Collection]
“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of
history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
—Dwight D. Eisenhower
♫chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku♫
round the mountainside the engine comes,
hi-hat cymbals lighting up the drums;
at the bog walk tunnel she dissolves;
at the latter end she re-evolves.
...
[No. 8 from The Children’s Collection]
“Neither a wise man nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of
history to wait for the train of the future to run over him.”
—Dwight D. Eisenhower
♫chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku
chu-ku-tu-ku / tu-ku-tu-ku♫
round the mountainside the engine comes,
hi-hat cymbals lighting up the drums;
at the bog walk tunnel she dissolves;
at the latter end she re-evolves.
...
#countryside
#river
#nature
#travel
#trains
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
29th Nov 2023 6:49am
Castor Canadensis
Pale beams on frost pale ground;
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
the rutting moon has come and gone
and then the Beaver moon hung around
to show the whitefish where to spawn
as she trailed the Pleiades
from early evening, through the night,
then down through all the leafless trees
to charm antipodean sight
by gibbose ostentation gloss
hued as gold as the Bifrost locks
of Hyperion and Helios
and the lumen lovely boondocks
of lodges that the beaver built...
with sticks and stones...and moonlit silt.
#countryside
#river
#sky #nature
#sky #nature
120 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
country summer days
No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
#countryside
#river
#summer
#holiday
#travel
120 reads
2 Comments
BlackBox
Black Box
Black Box
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 2:08am
17th Nov 2023 2:08am
Nature’s Bounty
What a time
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
To be alive
Slowly awakened by rustling leaves
Swaying in the gentle fall breeze
The distant call and response;
A pair of red robins
Join in nature’s chorus
A symphony of calmness
My eyes wander through the foliage
Admiring the collage of colors
Vibrant, lush greenery greets my gaze
Surrounded by an invigorating, uplifting aura
I lethargically take a strolling glimpse
Up above the forest —
A crisp, blue canvas patterned with milky, white clouds meets my pupils
The...
#countryside
#forest
#trees
#sky
#nature
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Sep 2023 2:07am
20th Sep 2023 2:07am
The Milking
A reputable pastor of a Seventh Day Adventist Church had a cattle farm at his home in Grove Town. He reared cows, goats and other livestock to make a living. His name was Mr. Buchanan. He was a pleasant and kind-hearted man. The parishioners and other people in the district called him Pastor Buchanan.
Unfortunately, a thief used to go to the cattle pen at nights and steal milk. The wicked thief would overmilk the cows and leave no milk for the calves to drink. Consequently, the poor calves were starving, and the pastor could not get any milk for himself. So, he decided to do...
Unfortunately, a thief used to go to the cattle pen at nights and steal milk. The wicked thief would overmilk the cows and leave no milk for the calves to drink. Consequently, the poor calves were starving, and the pastor could not get any milk for himself. So, he decided to do...
#men
#countryside
#animals
#night
#religion
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Baldwin
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 9:39pm
6th Sep 2023 9:39pm
I have now walked ...
I have now walked amid
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
the redding brier, the crimson rose,
the apple golden haze,
the winding warm bricked cottage close,
the haunting strains divine of dale rich harmonies
from shepherds’ choirs,
the cart tracked furrowed, rail-lined rolling hills
and vales of green swathed Wessex land;
and ever since
my soul has never been the same.
#countryside
95 reads
4 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2023 5:27pm
2nd Aug 2023 5:27pm
The savings.
Pennies saved from
Cigrates and liquor.
Cigrates and liquor.
#inspirational
#countryside
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