Long Poems About the Countryside
#countryside
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
28th Sep 2024 9:06pm
Dust and Dusk
In the vale where shadows crept at dusk
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross ...
#countryside
#death
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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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
159 reads
1 Comment
Poetic_Seduction
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 2:54am
21st Aug 2023 2:54am
Moonlit Prairie Dances
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #orgasm
#countryside #orgasm
400 reads
12 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
6th May 2023 3:45am
6th May 2023 3:45am
The Little Girl who Loved the Earth
- The Little Girl who Loved the Earth -
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
#countryside
#environment
#nature
#ghosts
#memories
232 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
ballad of ocho rios
Though the road’s been rocky, it sure feels good to me.”—Bob Marley
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
#countryside
#river
#beach
#nature
#holiday
295 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
22nd Apr 2023 00:19am
Mel and Boyo
Chapter 1
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
Bird Bush
Mel was a ten-year-old boy, and Boyo was eleven years old. They were schoolmates who attended a primary school in the country. Boyo used to wear a straw hat with wide brim when he was not in school. They were mischievous boys, and they were rude to adults and children. Moreover, they often played tricks on each other, and they did the same to other people.
Both boys enjoyed catching birds, and they made traps called callaban from narrow sticks and strong vines. In the mornings, they would go to bird bush and set the traps, and in the...
#children
#school
#countryside
#trees
#birds
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ThePoet632
CrossWords
CrossWords
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 2:49pm
8th Dec 2022 2:49pm
Words Of Beauty
Of all the times i love one
A silent stream at setting sun
Drifting crimson clouds,; swept sparse
And a rising star glimmering afar
Of all the places i like where
The land is green the air is fair
A flock of sheep of natural flair
Browses where the grass is neat
And when at dawn the bell tolls
Or when the twilight folds again and rolls
And the herd, a tired silence holds
Coming back full, for home sends calls
A quiet landscape in the open...
A silent stream at setting sun
Drifting crimson clouds,; swept sparse
And a rising star glimmering afar
Of all the places i like where
The land is green the air is fair
A flock of sheep of natural flair
Browses where the grass is neat
And when at dawn the bell tolls
Or when the twilight folds again and rolls
And the herd, a tired silence holds
Coming back full, for home sends calls
A quiet landscape in the open...
#countryside
#nature
312 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
23rd Jun 2022 4:09am
SHADOW DANCE (7-23-2000, Galveston Island, Texas)
morning sun
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
throws its warm gold
across upon into
my shirtless
back
as its all embracing
bright light
brands this long road
up ahead of me
as i ride
and roll on
my bike
ever further
into this strong
western
salty gulf breeze
as my shadow
precedes me
along this remote
open beach road
fleetingly hiding
in other shadows
i occasionally
pass through
along my way
where larger tree shadows
so...
#countryside
#sea
#beach
#sky
#nature
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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
308 reads
10 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 5:42pm
13th Jan 2021 5:42pm
First Love
#teens
#sex
#countryside
416 reads
1 Comment
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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Lozzamus
Poem Published
1st Mar 2020 8:47pm
1st Mar 2020 8:47pm
The Bike Ride
They say the bike race was my idea, that Craig Winters and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But Craig's mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play before school starts again?
Five of us rode to the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill. Me. Craig. Gordon. Callum Jenkins. And Callum's cousin Shane Jenkins. Or Skinny Shane, as we called him. We left about one o'clock and took bottles of squash.
I won the bike race, like always. The...
Five of us rode to the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill. Me. Craig. Gordon. Callum Jenkins. And Callum's cousin Shane Jenkins. Or Skinny Shane, as we called him. We left about one o'clock and took bottles of squash.
I won the bike race, like always. The...
#childhood
#countryside
#mystery
472 reads
10 Comments
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