Countryside Poems
#countryside
Countryside poems, poetry about the land and scenery of rural areas, including fields, forests, wild flowers and animals, brooks and winding country paths. Countryside poems includes poetry about small rural villages and communities, and the countryside way of life. Also poems about farming and farm animals, and country pursuits like hiking and fishing.
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 8:47pm
12th Jan 2024 8:47pm
unconditional love
how
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
the earth
could still
love and
take care
of us
unconditionally,
even if
we act
as spoiled
children,
trying to
hurt her,
maybe one
day, even
murder her.
#countryside
#forest
#river
#nature
#mountains
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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
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Remoon
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 7:52pm
23rd Nov 2023 7:52pm
Lake
Sky on water is like a mirrored
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
King unraveling silk.Shenipsit lake,
Feather from time's wing.
The night has
Rooms for winds that sleep.
Woodpecker hotel tree keeps it's
Guests. Do prayers return
To their source in which mouth do they rest.
vacant rooms
Invite remorse on a starless
Night. Woodpeckers drill, are they
Carpenters for a provisional
Ark. Day's light
Spilling eye. Walkers absorb
Sights, mountain Laurel of
Luce conservation area, knofla
Water lilies,Willimantic river tempts
Walkers to deliver...
#countryside
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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
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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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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
16th Oct 2023 4:23am
16th Oct 2023 4:23am
mosaic
artfully placed,
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
this land
of
broken pieces
stretches away,
rolling out,
deep
seeded grounds,
the calmness
surveying
over
the landscape,
these moments
seen
as wonderful
paintings
i want to
confiscate
each
and
keep them
in
my possession.
#countryside
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#mountains
182 reads
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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
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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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WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
13th Sep 2023 10:06pm
13th Sep 2023 10:06pm
unexplored paths
there's something about backroads
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
backwoods
hidden trails
they call to the nomad in me
inspiring wanderlust
always chasing the latest mystery
you can only see so much on the main
you have to step off
meander down overgrown lanes
ducking through tangles
those low hanging branches
to crest the next rise
find a surprise
stumble upon one of nature's best kept secrets
she's full of them
blowing your mind & widening eyes
sometimes it's just a detour
not leading anywhere
but if I don't go
how will I...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#freedom
#passion
234 reads
4 Comments
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
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