Best Country House Poems

CEZANNE STUDY – The House of the Hanged Man

Late Autumn

Buried in a hill,
Steep as descent from humanity,
A country house stands.
It’s late autumn,
Deep, sick autumn –
Deep...

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this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot...

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To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box  of  miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken 
salad  with pot of  Lady  Grey tea.
Royal...

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I rested my weight on the dated metal green and white glider. I moved back and forth listening to the cracking sound that the glider...

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Old country house rich colored rugs hot wind
Gallopping hair whipped wildly at his cheeks
Solid double doors  top of stairway  top coat
Mantlepiece  photographs...

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Obscure old country house falling apart,
 Old empty windows with glass shattered,
 Decaying roof surrounding old brick chimney.
 Group of old apple trees and old...

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I used to mark the days by what
I’d scheduled to do,
Like Fridays with the grandkids
For our weekly rendezvous.

On Thursdays there was quilting
And on Wednesdays, never...

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My Grandmother's House!
That country-styled house of yesteryear has gone so fast now a sweet memory of times gone away from me, You could smell the...

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Summer 1932,
On a small country house in England


On a morning stroll through unharvest golden field
to explore, I can't help, but think that they're
dreams now, ...

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I hope you sing
I hope you dance
To country, house
or maybe trance.

I hope you laugh
I hope you love
I hope you have
Faith from above.

The more enjoyed
the more...

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Childhood days are only stories to my children they are told
I found myself traveling down the old country road.
Up and down hills around the bend...

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I met my husband Walter through our minister,
We got along exceptionally well as friends.

He had arrived from Germany and I happened to speak German,
Used to...

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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The...

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My son was raised a city boy
But starting at age five,
We also had a country house;
In both, he seemed to thrive.

Yet he grew up and...

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My grandkids paid a visit
To our country house last week
And filled the house with joy 
Which emanated from each shriek.

I dragged out all the books...

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