Best Farmhouse Poems

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale
Where the farmhouses sit all put together
There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale
Just one leery breeze that blends with the other
 
The houses confine themselves within the shade
And warmth flows there inside the chimneys...

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A Farmhouse Vale

Mist evolves down the hillside into the vale

Where the farmhouses sit all put together

There’s no sense of wind here, there’s no bit of gale

Just one leery breeze that blends with the other

 

The houses confine themselves within the shade

And warmth flows there inside...

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I have a small farmhouse so far away from the main land.
There is a road crossing by 
Clouds are barking in the dark sky 
It seems rain can come at any time.
I have completed my harvesting 
I have gathered my grains into a pile 
One...

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Most often,  I would affectionately ponder and recall how  magical times were
in our  farmhouse— daisies,  herbs, and even pebbles  glossed by the amber of sunlight, while  Grandma would ramble about  compassion or patience in times when difficulties seemed...

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A country weekend I felt, would be just great
and so I rented a house in the country where,
I could be alone in the quiet and just be creative.

Sleep eluded me that first night; 
I didn’t recall so much noise in the country.
I knew the night...

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THE FARM HOUSE.  Part1.

She sits. Her feet bare.
The porch..paint blisters.
So much can be done
But to erase what once
Was; NEVER.

God. Hold back the tears!
Remember; shadows are
All that's left. 
A piano in the great room.
Dust on strings.

He never did learn
To play that damn thing
She mutters to...

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I see an old house alone on the plains,
abandoned a century or more,
wood siding faded to a chalky gray,
with rotting planks nailed right across the door.

Boards on all the windows, except for one,
and not a shard of glass left to be seen,
the door frames are...

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               The Farmhouse

     One evening before the sun was set
     A memory came and stayed a while
     Of a...

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No building long survives Time’s hurricane,
It scatters shingles, rends each roof
And bares the rafters to the rain,
The skeleton of walls stands proof
That nothing fashioned by mere Man endures aloof....

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The farmhouse sits at the end of the gravel driveway
The red curtains wave in the open window,
Moving perfectly with the late spring breeze
The trees surround the home like a backsplash
A forest of light and dark greens
A small rabbit hops by the front door,
Curious of what...

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If I get to be a man of great means,
I’d buy a fine farmhouse in Philippines,
  That has naturally flowing water,
  And would let it to my soul’s sole daughter.
The rent I might ask for would just be this:
That she lets me spend...

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Extinguished Names
David J Walker

The old farmhouse looks older
	What else can it do
Burdened by weather 
Threatened with fire

Memories have long ago escaped the
Walls painted in tears 

	Windows with laughter
	Doors that clatter 
in an afternoon wind

When we left we left  
	A piece of us
In scenes behind...

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In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.

Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes...

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air
      ...

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The Relevance of Last Winter
David J Walker

The acrid odor of a 
Butane fueled 
        space heater 
Seemed better 
than freezing 
In the sub-frigid air 
of a February 
        prairie 
 ...

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