Poems About the Countryside by Top Critiquers
#countryside
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 11:03am
9th Feb 2024 11:03am
On My Farm
My wife began singing yesterday morning
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
within one hour, all of our livestock perished
she's tone deaf and damn proud of it
within the hour a cow, a pig & horse from out of nowhere came to our front door
there were all standing on their hind legs
the cow had a crowbar
the horse had a sickle
the pig had a gun
they confronted me and asked to see my wife
i said there she is
she was still singing
they placed earplugs into their ears
then headphones over their ears
they confronted her and began slicing her to bits
the pig...
#dreams
#countryside
#animals
52 reads
5 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 12:38pm
12th Aug 2022 12:38pm
Ninja -The Hardy Road Warrior And Explorer Extrodanier
He's been trained
To walk properly
He knows what
He's supposed to do
But the problem is
He's a terrier
Born to explore
The entire universe
In a single day
Sniffing every
Inch of road
Along the way
Perhaps looking
For adventure
Or a spot
Where sadly
A smashed critter
Met it's unfortunate
Demise
To walk properly
He knows what
He's supposed to do
But the problem is
He's a terrier
Born to explore
The entire universe
In a single day
Sniffing every
Inch of road
Along the way
Perhaps looking
For adventure
Or a spot
Where sadly
A smashed critter
Met it's unfortunate
Demise
#countryside
#environment
#determination
222 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
10th Jul 2018 7:59am
10th Jul 2018 7:59am
good ole girl
nothing elegant about me anymore
I'm a plain lady these days
it was a slow descent
I thought I was sexy once
and I worked at adding to my sex appeal
you know with the heels, clothes, and makeup
then one day we moved to the countryside
my dressy clothes just seemed stupid here
and unneeded
so I started rocking jeans
and a tank top no bra
I became a good ole girl
there was sexiness to it I can't deny
people live a little harder out here
and fuck a little harder
you have to have grit in your belly
round...
I'm a plain lady these days
it was a slow descent
I thought I was sexy once
and I worked at adding to my sex appeal
you know with the heels, clothes, and makeup
then one day we moved to the countryside
my dressy clothes just seemed stupid here
and unneeded
so I started rocking jeans
and a tank top no bra
I became a good ole girl
there was sexiness to it I can't deny
people live a little harder out here
and fuck a little harder
you have to have grit in your belly
round...
#love
#countryside
#myself
613 reads
12 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
ON THE BONNET
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #rhyming
#countryside #rhyming
169 reads
6 Comments
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
169 reads
4 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 8:44am
3rd Mar 2024 8:44am
walking to the coast
the splendor
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
falls
on clearer
further going,
the sun
watched
tracing down
days
of gray,
and then
a less
threatening
sight,
the wind
blew until
i felt
the circling
race of a
throbbing pulse,
and
the roar
of another
ocean.
#countryside
#beach
#sky
#nature
#mountains
91 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 00:57am
19th Mar 2021 00:57am
Sweat and Tears
furrows on fields
lined straight in readiness
curves and cups awaiting rain
to nurture seeds sowed
for grains to harvest
arid land
cracked without blessings
from the clouds
no sympathy from heat
sun is without mercy
they toil the land
picking food off soil
scratching the surface
of empty stomach
waiting on God with hope
sweat on brows
wrinkled and brown
wiped with dirty palms
tears from faded eyes
burning down pigmented cheeks
still they toil
dawn to dusk ...
lined straight in readiness
curves and cups awaiting rain
to nurture seeds sowed
for grains to harvest
arid land
cracked without blessings
from the clouds
no sympathy from heat
sun is without mercy
they toil the land
picking food off soil
scratching the surface
of empty stomach
waiting on God with hope
sweat on brows
wrinkled and brown
wiped with dirty palms
tears from faded eyes
burning down pigmented cheeks
still they toil
dawn to dusk ...
#countryside
#poverty
506 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 4:03am
26th Jul 2022 4:03am
The Spaces in Between
The drive back from the beach
Took us through the mountains
A long winding, curvy path
The views…green and lush
And high
High enough to look down the edgy cliffs
So high I could feel the glutes tighten
At the bottom of the foothill
The highway straightened a little more
And once on the open road
She added speed
Passing the through farms
The orchards
The groves
For miles and miles
or kilometers wherever you may be
They seemed to go on forever
And at high speeds it gave me a new perspective ...
Took us through the mountains
A long winding, curvy path
The views…green and lush
And high
High enough to look down the edgy cliffs
So high I could feel the glutes tighten
At the bottom of the foothill
The highway straightened a little more
And once on the open road
She added speed
Passing the through farms
The orchards
The groves
For miles and miles
or kilometers wherever you may be
They seemed to go on forever
And at high speeds it gave me a new perspective ...
#beauty
#countryside
#nature
247 reads
0 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
919 reads
25 Comments
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
120 reads
5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th May 2018 4:47pm
9th May 2018 4:47pm
simplicity
a thin
layer
of snow
covers a
sloping
hillside
like a
brides
veil
and is
married
to the
cold
morning
layer
of snow
covers a
sloping
hillside
like a
brides
veil
and is
married
to the
cold
morning
#countryside
#nature
489 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
Imaginary Soup
The rooster crows!
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
#countryside
#birds
#morning
#nature
#food
49 reads
2 Comments
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