Poems About the Countryside Published by Members Recently Online
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missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
Alphabet Chicken Soup-The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog! (Acrostic)
The old farmer Tom Macdonald
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
#countryside
#animals
#acrostic #funny
#acrostic #funny
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missjem56
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
23rd Nov 2021 11:08pm
Alphabet Chicken Soup-The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over The Lazy Dog! (Acrostic)
The old farmer Tom Macdonald
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
Had a chicken farm E I E I O!
Easily losing many chickens
Quickly to foxes
Until, after numerous attempts
In trying to outwit the..
Cunning fox, all had failed
Kindness left him, he built an electric fence
But ended up electrocuting, some of the hens
Roughly seven others went stir crazy
Over being cooped up in their coop
Warm for the night, overheating
Next, they attacked each other
For in desperation
Old farmer Tom, set a moat around
Xanadu (he'd thus named the coop!) ...
#countryside
#animals
#acrostic #funny
#acrostic #funny
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
Elysian Afternoons
It seemed like Olympus in a cloud form
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
Elysian Afternoons
It seemed like Olympus in a cloud form
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
31st Jul 2024 3:13am
Elysian Afternoons
It seemed like Olympus in a cloud form
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
busting up in the sunset silver west
after a couple days of mild storm
which gardeners and gardens know is best
for a late July renaissance of blooms;
a last minute resurrection of hope
for desiccating yard biota dooms
in drouthy dog day pollinator scope
under a sky regatta of Zephyrs
slowly prying apart the marbled puffs
drifting above the dairyland heifers
and putting greens amid the fairway ruffs,
steeped now, in Arcadian breezes blown,
as heavenly as starlet...
#clouds
#countryside
#sky
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
10th Jan 2025 1:40am
Eyes Between Leaves
Rustling whispers haunt the night
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
Paths where lights reach never could
The branches shiver, void of light
A spectral hymn in the darkened wood
The ranches lock their shutters
To bar the beast from crossing in
Presence chills marked by foul mutters
A herald of despair and sin
The cattle wail in trembling fear
The barn’s old beams creak low and long
The wind, like death, cuts sharp and clear
A dirge sung, its demented song
What treads upon yon fields of clover?
Its claws carve tales in bark and stone
The...
#countryside
#dark
#fear
#forest
#night
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
7th Apr 2024 00:40am
Red River Willie
Red River Willie
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
Red River blues
sung by bearded prophet
of western visions
whose cigarette voice
rolls with muddy water
on course for father of waters
while soothsayer of song
plays the harmonica
for crickets chirping
on the banks by the railroad tracks
where old men dream
of days sifted into silt
where the whippoorwill fades
in a dusky hollow
© 2024 by John Hindle
#countryside
#river
#music #tobacco
#music #tobacco
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