Long Poems About the Countryside
#countryside
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
Story Poem, Nr.15 — The Wall and The River
Four generations, friendly, side by side
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink ...
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink ...
#relationships
#war
#countryside
#PTSD
#RobertFrost
877 reads
17 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
27th Sep 2019 11:15pm
What You Can See Goes On Forever
( prose poetry )
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
It was a wrinkle in time. When
little women raised the kids and
went to church, and the other
sex was of mice and men
gambling away the bank loans
and utility bills. It was a tale
of two cities only it was two
towns miles apart with most
the firearms socked away in
every pawn shop within a fifty
mile radius due to drinking and
carousing at the honky-tonk
bars. Anywhere east of Eden,
where the sidewalk ends, is
where everything else was
blamed on the fault in our stars.
Ya,...
#childhood
#family
#countryside
#memories
#sacrifice
892 reads
27 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
30th Aug 2019 7:33am
Night Journey
Night Journey
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
We pass silently across the dark Mississippi hills. Crimson sunset falls across the trees. Cool piney air blows through the window. Silvery creeks curve off into the blackness with sandbanks pale yellow. Cars flow down hillsides, their headlights blinding me to the shadowy shoulder whizzing by.
Making the night drive from Natchez we listen to new age music as that surreal Mississippi land sweeps by through the void that is at the heart of all, that emptiness that we minor characters in the great play of life pass through on our road to eternal bliss....
#love
#marriage
#city
#countryside
#night
699 reads
10 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
30th Jul 2019 1:22am
30th Jul 2019 1:22am
The Country Of Marriage (And Love)
There are no unsacred places,
only sacred places, and desecrated places '
- Wendell Berry
I
In the country where arose
the soft grasses bearing your name
in their blooming stalks, I imagined
myself walking into the heart of
the yellow cover crop, bare.
II
Flitting by, a songbird was your spirit
Its chirping breaking the soft lull of
wind through your hair, dancing with
purple specks of tiny flowers barely known of; ...
only sacred places, and desecrated places '
- Wendell Berry
I
In the country where arose
the soft grasses bearing your name
in their blooming stalks, I imagined
myself walking into the heart of
the yellow cover crop, bare.
II
Flitting by, a songbird was your spirit
Its chirping breaking the soft lull of
wind through your hair, dancing with
purple specks of tiny flowers barely known of; ...
#love
#marriage
#countryside
#nature
#WendellBerry
620 reads
14 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )
Whoever once stepped afoot
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#historical
#RobertFrost
918 reads
25 Comments
buddydog
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 4:17pm
17th Nov 2018 4:17pm
Unincorporated
My grandma taught the golden rule
From inside of a one-room school
My grandpa drove an old farmall
So the corn could grow green and tall
You can throw a rock from sign to sign
But don’t think we’re left back in time
I learned all about life in a pair worn out boots
When you find your Sunnyside, you’ll find your roots
Friday nights could be found
An old stepside diggin’ some mud
Fat Daddy’s Shotgun hangin’ in the rack
Olé Applejack is the leader of the...
From inside of a one-room school
My grandpa drove an old farmall
So the corn could grow green and tall
You can throw a rock from sign to sign
But don’t think we’re left back in time
I learned all about life in a pair worn out boots
When you find your Sunnyside, you’ll find your roots
Friday nights could be found
An old stepside diggin’ some mud
Fat Daddy’s Shotgun hangin’ in the rack
Olé Applejack is the leader of the...
#family
#friendship
#countryside
574 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
7th Nov 2018 9:52pm
7th Nov 2018 9:52pm
Fire Harvest
I was born in a land by the
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
And bean fields & eucalyptus
& pepper trees. And makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the first World War, & talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
& bandannas, heading out
to the orchards & vineyards
at daybreak, like twilight,
and the valleys still murky ...
ocean, surrounded by palms;
trees not native to the land.
And bean fields & eucalyptus
& pepper trees. And makeshift
film studios in barns, paying
the extras in coin realm, before
the first World War, & talkies.
And migrant workers in pickup
trucks, with their straw hats
& bandannas, heading out
to the orchards & vineyards
at daybreak, like twilight,
and the valleys still murky ...
#identity
#countryside
#sea
#fire
#memories
932 reads
20 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 8:49pm
11th Aug 2018 8:49pm
Robert Frost...A Reflection
No matter corporeal essence
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#FreeVerse
#RobertFrost
386 reads
0 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
23rd May 2018 2:29am
23rd May 2018 2:29am
Log Rhythm Intercepts Highland Manor Sloped Basin
Nature made convenient sluice,
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within...
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within...
#countryside
#river
#sky
#clouds
#nature
411 reads
0 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
29th Apr 2018 5:53pm
29th Apr 2018 5:53pm
Gossip ‘Cross the Table
(With a smattering of Alphabetic Alliterations)
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/ a copy.
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.
Today’s forecast was set for hot. This evening will be less hot. There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane. Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ...
THE BARNSTABLE STOCK & TRADE
(Founded circa: 1822) $1.25 US, $1.62 CAN/ a copy.
Circulation: 8,703. Add 12 more if you count the cardboard settlement on the river bottom under the 4th Street bridge.
Today’s forecast was set for hot. This evening will be less hot. There’ll be a quarter moon on the wane. Tomorrow’s first light will be at 5:32AM.
Bringing you the latest in our daily evening special edition.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = ...
#family
#friendship
#countryside
#NaPoWriMo2018
#support
774 reads
17 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2016 5:26pm
3rd Apr 2016 5:26pm
Lovelorn
Lovelorn
Oh child of Lower East Side
Attending Snick meetings
In the orange Manhattan haze
Trotskyite fledgling
Wandering tenement halls
Like a new born babe
Wonder at every manhole
As steam rises from grates
Walking angelically
Through graffiti subway tunnels
Lower East side blues
Seeps salsa rhythms
Through fortified walls
Bright eyed moonchild
Surveys dreamscapes
Aglow with love light
Sauntering through neighborhood
Fate drops ceramic pot nemesis
Inches from peering eyes
Gazing at death from a stones throw...
Oh child of Lower East Side
Attending Snick meetings
In the orange Manhattan haze
Trotskyite fledgling
Wandering tenement halls
Like a new born babe
Wonder at every manhole
As steam rises from grates
Walking angelically
Through graffiti subway tunnels
Lower East side blues
Seeps salsa rhythms
Through fortified walls
Bright eyed moonchild
Surveys dreamscapes
Aglow with love light
Sauntering through neighborhood
Fate drops ceramic pot nemesis
Inches from peering eyes
Gazing at death from a stones throw...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#city
#countryside
666 reads
0 Comments
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