Best Rustic Poems

Bagpipes in short high sounding squeals 
 that loudly play to the ears appeal
 some haunting distant melodic foreboding malaise,
stretching across an isle of green-blue ways,
 freed open and gingerly
 along the lochs and rivers Clyde, Tay, Tweed, and Dee;
a glistening jewel of history unshelved
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Autumn red orange 
Tree leaves of unmatched colors 
In rustic canoes...

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The Rustic Old Miner

He lived in the hills in a little shack
traveled he slowly back and forth.
Heavy load resting upon his weary back
back to his mountain in far North.

Had no family that he dare call his own
solitary soul living life lonely. 
Amid wild animals and...

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Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll

Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background.

Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink –...

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The verdant leaves
of the cherry trees
rustle as a wagon
loaded with corn
rides deeper into the wide ruts
of a rustic road,
hungry ruminants wallow
by a limpid lake;
cheerful kids wave
and wagtails warble
at my unexpected arrival...
suddenly my Dalmatian barks. 

O jovial Autumn
incite my surprise,
and renew my decadent mood!
The grapevines rest
while...

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Spent seventy cents on sentry saints
Though soul and spirit rebel with the pulse
I read their abuse with an effort of excuse
This rum, this loaf to feast is grossly imbalanced
These pennies paid with pains on African plains
Twice a dozen days my labor effort to afford
This gesture...

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Gaia colors rustic image 
Artemas' canvas celebrates
Awed through universal coverage
Thrilled voices reverberate...

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The age of cacophony ,impels me on a rustic stride
Away from the fancy spotlight,
Where flowers bloom in robust rapture
With its deacons fluttering with laughter,
Where  brothers embrace eachother ,with gleeful splendour
Spreading their fronds to protect little hearts, so tender.
Where a choir garbed with feathers of...

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In the country of the clans
Scenery abounds
Around our cities of old
And our villages and towns

Rugged and rustic
Greens, grays and browns
Adorn our countryside
They are natures gowns

Plants come alive
At the start of spring
New buds appear
Awaiting joys do they bring

In the summer sunshine
They burst into life
Colours so delightful
Radiant...

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Dim the light of her motel room; quite, as recovery lingers on ¿
Another pain killer, washed back by some power drink with claws..
This cup and butterscotch pudding to numb the flavour in his cigarette
While waltzing once more through a two inch box; communique this play...

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In a Scottish Loch
There juts an ancient rock
Upon it grows
What natures caught

Firs and spruce
Ferns and gorse
Captured to glory
No fear of remorse

This rock of life
In solitary lone
Gowned by growth
On their island home

The oozing of shades
Rustic to rare
Close your eyes
Think deep and stare

On the mirror surface
Two islands...

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Not marked on any mapped out town
found where the country is green and brown,
not on the gray, concrete corner of Main
can you find your way to Daisy Lane

No need to search for any road signs
just follow to a place where the sun shines,
and somehow always...

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For years I’ve had an old dodge pick-up truck
It sits in high grass in my far away backyard
She was a great prop for fun family style portraits

A very classic look for rustic type kids portraits
But now there’s no seat to sit in the truck
So she...

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The Rusticity

Greeted by a cool morning breeze,
I'm unfolded to a place so serene
With a scented fragrance around, and
The vastness of blue canopy so exalting

Pleasing chirping and twittering
Replace the  maddening modern melody
Patterned dew peeks at me with smile
 Emanating fragrant air, just right.

The glorified sun...

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Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver,
Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep. 
Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head.
 I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases.
  

Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions,...

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