Poems About the Countryside Published by Members Recently Online
#countryside
butters
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
june garden
strawberry morning
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
#countryside
#earth
#nature
34 reads
4 Comments
butters
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
june garden
strawberry morning
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
#countryside
#earth
#nature
34 reads
4 Comments
butters
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
4th Dec 2019 5:49pm
june garden
strawberry morning
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
honeysuckle air
everything cool
wet with heavy dew
rich soil warming
as the sun reaches
each row in turn
on my knees
red treasures beckon
mozzies grumble
thief! thief!
this world embraces me
with its love of living
i am home
#countryside
#earth
#nature
34 reads
4 Comments
sunsettown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
4th Nov 2019 8:34pm
six strings to heaven
i'm not sure what it is
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
but there's something about
the stubble and worn out look
sunshade in the eyes
under a faded stetson hackberry hat
with a battered pair of handmade boots
in a dusty desert land
and that six string playing under your skin
#countryside
124 reads
6 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
124 reads
10 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
124 reads
10 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
124 reads
10 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
124 reads
10 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
124 reads
10 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
Meadowlark's Melody
from grassy green fields
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
#beauty
#countryside
#birds
#nature
#music
185 reads
17 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
Meadowlark's Melody
from grassy green fields
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
#beauty
#countryside
#birds
#nature
#music
185 reads
17 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
14th Mar 2019 6:40am
Meadowlark's Melody
from grassy green fields
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
a remarkable voice rings -
the meadowlark sings
#beauty
#countryside
#birds
#nature
#music
185 reads
17 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About the Countryside Published by Members Recently Online
