God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna give you the ride of your life.
Hair whippin' wild in the wind,
hangin' out with my country friends.
This is where the fun begins.
Raised up on fried chicken and red beans,
sporting my tight fittin' jeans.
God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
We can sit on the front porch swing,
maybe sing or even daydream.
Gonna have a mighty fine time,
sippin' on that strawberry wine.
Gonna live a mighty long time,
on this beautiful countryside.
Boy, I hope you enjoy the ride with me,
maybe we'll go fishing or even swimming,
watch the crane spread it's wings.
Ducks gathering on the big wide open pond,
lovebirds making a bond.
Yes, God knows I'm a country girl.
There is one last thing I have to say.
Barefoot and fancy free,
plain as the big outdoors I will be.
Why don't you take a ride with me?
Let me show you the big fine country.
Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
The feeling of your touch
I know it in the brush of the wind
The heat of the sun
Sweeping down on my skin
A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder
A tear wiped away
As it fell from the sky
I know much about you
Like your cowboys and indians
And the nights we would dance
a pow wow in the night lights
stars abrasive against our hearts
rubbing off the smudge and dirt
To say im proud would be an understatement
Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement
But in our hearts and in our words
The feathers still fly
Howling wolf, and I
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice
The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content
With the debauched path she hath went.
Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon
I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu
You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed
She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat
Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse
But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
laying in your bed
the permanent ring in the
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already
Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
America the Beautiful
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting.
Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road
have collections of old stuff from recent past things
collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they
feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal
Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no
police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets
do not fly through the air hitting a child.
This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday,
perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under
a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old
farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
I’m a country man living in this beautiful land
Every day seeing how lucky I am
When I drive into the city
Because the woman are so pretty
Inside and out
They are filled with beauty
From the legs, to the hair,
All I can do is smile and stare
Sometimes I wave here and there
To these pretty girls that are everywhere
Oh when I have had a long day at work
And I am feeling like I need to smirk
I just drive in to the city
Because the woman are so pretty
And sometimes when I am at the city bar
So many girls are there looking pretty good when they dance
So I flash them a smile
Hoping for a little romance that will last
Cause I’m a country man living in this beautiful land
I wanta settle down with the prettiest one in this town
Yes I am a country man
Oh I am just a country man living in the city
Where the woman are so pretty
Copyright © Jane Kostman | Year Posted 2012
As I gaze on the horizon
From upon a mountain high
Or see an eagle chase the wind
Against the bright blue sky
To realize God’s creation
In everything I see
Sets my soul to soaring
My captive heart set free
To smell the scent of tall, green pines
And hear a bull elk call
To see the many colors bright
As summer turns to fall
To hear the call of winging geese
As they pass by in flight
To see the mountains turn blood red
As evening turns to night
The howl of a coyote
As it drifts across the plain
The smell of the desert sod
After a summer rain
What joy these wonders bring to pass
In all around we see
Father’s beautiful creation
He made for you and me
Copyright © Vaughn Silcox | Year Posted 2015
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013
You're growing up so fast these days,
when will it ever stop?
I still remember your first day home,
Lil blue eyes and your golden locks.
You held my finger, with your whole hand,
So tiny you were in my arms
And right then and there, I stood and I swore,
To keep you from any and all harm.
Though that's impossible, I hear you say,
It doesn't keep me from trying.
I would take on and endure any pain,
Just to keep you from crying.
You'll never know the full and complete
Hold you have on my heart, it's God plan,
he has blessed us together,
Knowing one day he will take us apart.
So bare with me baby girl, I'm not any pro
I wasn't born a mother, like being a daughter,
We must learn as we go.
So slow down and enjoy this time,
God gave to you and me
I'll always try to steer you clear,
And aim your pain at me.
But sadly enough there will be days,
When you must carry your own,
But never think I am not there,
It's just part of learning as we go.
I love you baby girl, and rather
Or not you yet to see,
All my advice is filled with love,
Only trying to steer you free.
Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016
I miss your smile
I miss your touch
I miss your kiss
I miss all of the things we used to do
But more than anything
I miss you
I miss sitting around watching Boy Meets World
Reciting Rodney Carrington
Each and every line
Laughing at all the jokes
Those were good times
I miss walking the dogs together
And waking up next to you
These things may seem simple to many
But they mean the world to me
No one can ever take your place
Because you are truly the man of my dreams
I miss lying next to you
Wrapped in your arms
My hand in your hand
Listening to music
Exposing our souls to one another
Like no one else can
I miss your laugh and that look in your eyes
I miss running my fingers through your hair
And holding your body against mine
I miss playing Xbox with you late at night
And falling asleep on your chest
Those are the times that I cherish
Waking up to you is next best
I miss you being in the same state
But I love that you are chasing your dreams
For that I will always wait for you
Each time that you leave
& until you return once again
I will stand by your side through it all
Thick & thin
I can’t begin to tell you all of the things I miss because I miss you more than words could ever explain
& as you read these words do not feel like I am in pain at all
Or in any way
You bring pure joy and happiness in my life
I simply miss you
& long for the day that you are once again by my side
Copyright © gabrielle holden | Year Posted 2015
A Beautiful Flower
A timeless piece
One can learn to understand it's fullest creation
First a seed then the soil
An ever increasing pull through the ground
Sound the alarm
Vanquished from the worms that eat
With time a sprout then the light of illumination
A pulse of radiance sought after colors of deep penetrating taste
An explosion of excellence
Red, yellow and white
The sun beats upon the fullness of it's brevity
Solace has replaced the film in front of the natural eye
The vast nature's beckoning call asunder
We awake to take in it's priceless beauty
A challenge to be set free is a question of time
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
Have we ever understood
Why,Sun,moon,planet is in a round?
Why, some one did"nt told why some
fruits are in round shape?
Why,trees are in round?
Why, wheel invented in round shape?
Why, rings are round?
What,came in some one head?
to make zero in round
why most of the things are in 360 degree?
Because HEN is the first who came before
With love all
Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016
With the wrong eye at mast I cant see that well.
"I am a beautiful wonder" seen. To the sound barrier.
How long must we wait until I be saved and die. I can kill. I can survive. Would you like it proven though. Now what it is I couldnt giva shit
Copyright © connor and | Year Posted 2016
The memory keeper respectfully scribes this euology to Georgia's sweetest peach.
Over three decades ago on a warm spring day, displayed was not emotion, but the
"Mrs. American Beauty"s portrait. It ain't so until I see for myself, so I took a look.
She looked mighty fine, no need to be hidden behind what the rest of the world saw.
Now I can tell them that picture on the wall wasn't the best one of all. I remember
Better ones I no longer have. At sixteen she wore a long white dress with a dozen
Red roses and a piece of paper tied with a red ribbon. I salute the proud woman
Standing tall dressed blue. Later a mother without makeup holds me in her arms.
She holds my brother's hand as he wore a cowboy suit and hat.
The Southern Belle of the Ball is still on the wall with the brown curls cut and dyed
The dark of night. I remember rides in boats and her notes floating in the air filled
With seagulls cries and they ask why the song bird was put in a cage.
Thrice engaged she kept on ringing the wedding bells until Hell's rage killed her,
Fueling the fire into the Devil's words. Her beautiful heart was heavy with so many
Epithets. She missed her second Dad and a boy in a cowboy hat.
No more words to sing as her loving lungs collapsed, as she headed for God's
Forgiving Heaven, toe-tagged Jane Doe, nobody special. Everyone should have
Known she was June like her birth month. Beautiful inside. A warm summer night.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
People are mean
People are nice
Shirt is red
Shirt is blue
Box of chocolates
Box of colors
Colors are colorful
Colors are bright
Mind is smart
Mind is dumb
Computers are stupid
Computers are smart
Butt is gross
Butt is nasty
Nasty toilet paper
Toilets are moveable
Toilets are brave
Brave as a pigeon
Brave as a bear
Bear is heartful
Bear is mean
Mean as people
Emojis are great
Emojis are life
Life is hard
Life is beautiful
Just like Braci………..
Copyright © MaKayla Freeman | Year Posted 2017