Country House Poems | Examples
These Country House poems are examples of House poems about Country. These are the best examples of House Country poems written by international poets.
Life can be a bore at times
feel the need for a change
away in the country with fresh air
maybe near a village with no stairs
There's a little place in the English Lakes
down in South Lakes, Grange-over-Sands
so quiet and peaceful, a real delight
love it there, it makes me a real fan
Sitting on the coast with lovely views
such stirring walks to keep fit
such quietness brings such peace
watch the ducks there as I sit
My cottage suits me fine
love its divine location
relax on the front veranda
read poetry for particular occasions
Thank the Lord..' Katters on the job.' Father of the house..
And solar housing systems..This legend is worth every bob'
A straight talking hero.' Who has his country at heart.'
Who will stand; with with his no-nonsense manner.'
It's time; and well past..Get to the line, be ready to start.!
A dream house next to the beach,
facing the calm or the wild sea.
A dream house in the mountains,
facing the forest and the country roads.
A dream house with someone
to share our time with,
it leaves many memories in our life.
A dream house with emptiness,
is a palace made of stones,
and cold in our bones.
A mansion, dreamt by the most,
on the hill or the shore
in West Hollywwood
where rich people cry tears many times.
Maybe a house in the West side of the Bronx,
where people fight among ethnicities.
A house can be our home,
our safety, our privacy,
our sharing, our everything.
A house should mean protection
and family safe.
A dream house is nothing
but a prison when you are alone.
Jorn Utzon received the Pritzker Architecture Prize for his masterpiece
Sydney Opera House is famous the world over, maybe in space too
Her shells are recognizable by millions, even I, who have never been
fabulous place opened in 1973, she hosts visitors from every country
Her performing arts center houses LePetit Ballet, Opera Australia,
There are recording studios, retail shops, cafes, restaurants, pubs
Utzon was one of thirty-two architects to submit a design.
In Kansas City, Missouri, we have created a tiny replica of this beauty.
I am living in my dream house.
A farm house in the country.
Where my dogs and cat can roam.
We have fox, deer, opossum, and raccoons.
Not inside, of course, but they make themselves known.
Surrounded by walnuts, oaks, elms, and apple trees.
My yard is alive with lilacs, crepe myrtles, and hydrangea in summer.
My grandchildren live close enough to visit, and they do.
I have an art studio in the garage, so I have privacy.
I love the solitude, this is my sanctuary.
It is like a lodge; every room is comfortable.
We have eliminated everything we did not love.
Each features my paintings in neons.
My bedroom has a black light, so we glow in the dark.
The best part of my house is my husband.
He said he was going to marry me when he was six. And he did.
Premiered at Evelyn’s Kitchen,
King of Prussia, PA – 3/27/2010
ACT 1
Spanish Town, Jamaica
Foundation
If I Were a Tree
Ritual
Honey Be Mine
American Gothic
On a Day like This
Hotcakes on the Table
Country Music
ACT 2
Birthday Wish
Tango Innuendo
Bienvenue
Madam Ambiguity
La Fornarina
ACT 3
Fire Drill
Let Me Take You Home
Do It All Again
One Heartache Away
A Little Like the Rain
X Rated Handshake
Ballet
Making a list!
What,I lost It?
Rewrite, "Things to Do."
Check each item off.
It's your map to sanity.
What's this shoe doing here?
Oh, I forgot this metallic purse,
Hiding under a chair?
Earrings hiding behind a book.
Now, it's a treasure hunt.
Wow~a sapphire- colored guitar.
Once played, on a summer night,
Easy to get lost, in these treasures.
A little toddlers table?
Yes with soldiers abandoned
So long ago!
I greet them all....hello!
Your big stuffed dog, cries for you.
These things are not junk
My house, my country.
Getting organized, a joy.
A Grandma and her grown boy.
Panagiota Romios
5.29.2021
5/30/2021
I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad purchased
a century-old house
with five and a half acres of farmland.
But it had no running water,
no bathroom, and no furnace.
An outhouse was
attached to a barn
some distance from the house.
And a rusty outside pump
was our only means of water.
For heat, it had a pot-bellied iron stove;
that we had to feed all day and all night.
It felt spooky and haunted.
At first, I hated it!
At night, I'd hear groans and squeaks
that invaded my dreams.
But Dad dug a well, painted the outsides,
had copper plumbing installed, put in a septic tank,
built a bathroom, and added a furnace,
turning that house into a home, I've learned to love.
Don't even think of bringing one in.
I consider it a grievous sin.
If you can't be with me, it's insane don't you see?
To visit anyone, but with them, you cannnot be?
Now, if you are a surgeon on call,
Or the head of a country, I won't recoil.
Bells, barking dogs and music I will not stand!
So leave it outside, I do demand.
Be a true friend, not a multi-tasker.
In the electronic world, do not be!
Otherwise, you deserve the name:
A rude, multi-basker!
July 27th, 2019
6pm PST
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 as the plunging cellar door,
And fronting, its branches stripped, begging skyward,
This raped tree
Which no longer hides the window –
The window, like a large, trumpeting mouth.
*No E flat clarinet here,
*No Eulenspiegel, opaque humor.
No – The whole, a ground interment,
Is color of rotting flesh,
This God-awful house!
*Til Eulenspiegel was a German buffoon who delighted in playing
nasty tricks on the nobility. He was hanged.
*The E flat clarinet is high pitched, capable of sounding the pitiful
cries of Til as he mounts the scaffold
The worst fraternity on campus is Delta Tau Chi
Every night, all of the frat members get high.
They can drink more than their weight in booze.
In the classrooms with their grades is where they lose.
The brothers have trouble imbibing their knowledge.
The dean wants those punks kicked out of the college.
For everyone else, they display blatant effrontery.
The truth is, there are houses like that on every campus in the country.
Based on the 1978 film “Animal House”
It's my desire to politically campaign
In the White House I desire to reign
The American people his votes will he gain
All Senators will be asked to abstain
There will be no cause for complain
Because the voters will remain in the main
All their questions in the press room frame
We are obliged to answer or explain
All Americans are linked to the chain
Medical insurance is free to obtain
No longer will the poor be slain
Hear my words it's perfectly plain
Working together we will work through this strain
For we will be the country we were once again
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