Poems About the Countryside by Top Critiquers
#countryside
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 8:58pm
10th Jun 2024 8:58pm
E-I-E-I-O
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...
#animals
#countryside
#dreams
#ShortStory
#wife
112 reads
11 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
29th Jan 2024 6:13am
ON THE BONNET
#sex
#erotic
#countryside #rhyming
#countryside #rhyming
227 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
9th Jan 2025 11:14pm
Howdy
your guitar smile carry a twang about it
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
a country laid back style
and I love the backwoods life
days in the sunshine
blue jean days with a rugged man to talk to
your corrupted thoughts don't disturb my blue
it just adds an edge
driving fast down the open road
listening to Allman brothers
Midnight Rider
kicking back some whiskey later on
by the bonfire with some good folks
playing pool and having a great time
It's a family tradtion Hank Williams Jr.
good ole boys you can count on ...
#countryside
#love
75 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 1:02pm
2nd Dec 2020 1:02pm
A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET
If you could would you be truly able to come with me as we enjoy the fresh air, that filters through our lungs like a sweet summer breeze, that softly caressing our skin as the winds whisper tenderly in our ears. Sending us subliminal messages that only we two can hear. If you could would you come with me as we float out to sea feeling, the ripples beneath the surface of our feet as each soft wave slowly guide us on a subconscious journey. As we watch the golden sunrise off into the distance, as we watch the birds in flight dancing upon the very winds of time. If you could would you be...
#countryside
#sea
#sky
#nature
#mountains
609 reads
8 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
232 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
124 reads
6 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
130 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
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
989 reads
25 Comments
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
151 reads
16 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
323 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
22nd Oct 2024 00:11am
the city dwellers entry ..
the country inn was almost empty
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
tables and chairs aplenty,
but no one’s
there is, however,
an old man in the back, who sneers when
I enter and says, fuck the gentry
.
#city
#countryside
65 reads
1 Comment
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2024 3:21pm
2nd Jun 2024 3:21pm
Mercury Is Rising
Mercury is rising
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
The crickets whizzing
I hear the hissing
As of a pan sizzling..
***
It is stark soundless
A landscape speechless
A visible sweetness
Mingled with a moment
Idyllic and timeless
***
On the pine forest border
Whence the pathways meander
Through the hill and upward
Blessed shepherds in rapture
***
Flat and far s
Stretch the plains
wheat, barley and summer grains
Fill the true eye with wisdom
Give the weary heart the balsam ...
#countryside
#forest
#mountains
#nature
#summer
136 reads
0 Comments
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