Best Rural Poems

A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices on the wind, they return
- the homesteaders and journeymen,
the harnessed horses.
Pants' cuffs carry kernels
long planted elsewhere.
Caps, coats, and carts
employed again...

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I was having a heavenly day far from city noise,
when a north wind swept me up, swirling and twirling;
and tumbling, I found myself under a tree branch,
beneath cool emerald leaves in a country wildflower field.

Nearby, a raging stream flowed on it's twining journey,
and a blue...

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Rural doctors


In quiet towns where roads are few,
Where fields stretch wide and skies are blue,
There walk the healers, brave and true,
The doctors of the rural view.

With bags in hand and hearts of gold,
Through rain and shine, through heat and cold,
They journey far where need is...

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   ~     These days I roam


                            My soul's outskirts,


   ...

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Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.

Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered many fights
And a violation of a list of human rights.
...

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Reason for early school dropouts in the rural village-Srilanka

The poor knows not where to turn 
when they don't have a proper way to earn,
families are filled with hunger and conflicts
in the stress of their lack they do not know where to fix.

Education for the village...

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I remember georgia with her hair
 curled up in a summer dress.
 

  bug zappers hung in porches
 let the humid air curl down further,.

Sitting there or over here next to you watching 
the neon apostolic ghost gather in its congregation.

Mesmorized by the inability...

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Rural so inspirational, how beautiful and pure,
Green pastures and the golden sun shines down on pretty lands,
Hills and rocky spaces blessed with native greens around it.
Stand on the edge of every rock to see far and wide,
The breeze swooning along the fields in utter content...

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Act 1: Scene 1:  (As the curtain opens, we see the bulky frame of Farmer George. He paces 
the worn floor of his large open kitchen. He has just come in from harvesting his crops. 
Seated at the table is his wife, Florence (Flo),...

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Stooked up sheaves,midst growing clover
In wind and rain,toppling over

A polished blade ,glides to and fro
Timber echos in the glade below

The hands tick around,one by one
Tedium ends,with the setting sun...

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White cars stationary on their roofs blocking rural arteries whilst severing others
Unexpected loss of vertical hold and bodily functions frozen in the failing headlights
Beautiful greenery ablaze, beside the twisted wreckage of man.
A movement shakes away broken glass and the tarmac writhes free of the terrible...

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In raw dawn I emerge
crow-thoughts
pecking skull-bone
black as plowed earth.

Farm-stench floods –
dung, hay and blood –
primal musk of life
and death intertwined.
Yet in this first breath
of day there’s a peace
and so stillness
rising from the land
like a satin prayer.

Twin mountains loom
granite-toothed giants
gnawing at the pale sky’s
underbelly.
I but a...

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My loving cousin 
Nongmaithem Manihar Singh ,
had not seen for decades;
how time can sting,
after his passing I went
to his home at Yairipok Bazar
where memories roam
to attend the Asti sanchay.

That country market place
miles from my house in Imphal
I have not visited for a long time.
During my...

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A somber dawn breaks upon a hillside 
     strewn with hedges of dew 
         drenched blackberries


Written 8/19/22
FIRST PLACE
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Contest
Sponsor:  Matt Caliri...

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Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.

They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched under mountains green,
for most people it is just old junk,
but...

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