Romantic Pastoral Poems | Examples
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For Roseto Valfortore
Thousands of miles in silver rain
Brushing over your colors again.
Each stop still knows I’ve seen
So many lives your hues change.
Dragons blood runs on mountains and
Viridian meadows lie so green.
In a while, I dream…
Stained mosaic vineyards, deep as stars
a thousand miles away
Ron Kempton 1/23/18
Thousands of miles in silver rain
Brushing over your colors again.
Each stop still knows I’ve seen
So many lives your hues change.
Dragons blood runs on mountains and
Viridian meadows lie so green.
In a while, I dream…
Stained mosaic vineyards, deep as stars
a thousand miles away
Ron Kempton 1/23/18
Misty mountain morning
of pastel pink and blue
the wind songs playing through the trees
reminding me of you
The peaks on the horizon
on foggy blankets rest
the coolness of the air so crisp
nature at her best
Many moons have come and gone
since you and I shared these
for you have gone away, my love
beyond the distant breeze
Taking Coleridge at his word,
I hied me to a rural scene
To leave behind the madding herd
For where Titania reigns the queen.
Ah! ‘Tis hard to wax romantic,
Though bees hum and boughs do sway,
To close the mind to all the frantic
Things that jostle us each day.
No more the gentle rustic peasant,
No more the green wood wild and free.
This national park, however pleasant,
Some how’s a substitute to me.
What the elm, the oak, the fir,
O what yon flowery slopes to win,
And all that Nature’s beauties stir
Is marred by that blooming Cola tin.
These eyes absorbing and receptive
Scan the prospect domed with blue,
Yet that unsightly thing rejected
Does little to enhance the view.
Would Wordsworth's cloud lift my powers,
lest these powers should sag.
In lieu of glorious yellow flowers
I spy but a wandering plastic bag.
And though you find your Eldorado
By some far-off golden shore,
Whiles yet you munch your avocado
Above the chartered Jumbos roar.
Back then to the grind of duty,
Congested roads, polluted air.
From such as these fashion beauty.
New Millennial Baudelaire.
So when he slowly descended from the hill,
with sun providing him with a blinding halo,
the other ascended and regarded him in awe.
"May I introduce myself? Hermes."
He bowed and his wild blond curls shone like gold
in the evening light.
The sheep flocked, mixed and mingled.
And watched them with mild but fleeting interest
bordering on bored.
They sat together under the tree, the one
admiring youth and golden locks,
the other admiring colors and warmth
of playing flecks of dust blowing in the
warm evening wind.
"Then who are you?" Hermes asked amazed,
while his companion, silent, only held his hand
and caressed the slender fingers.
"Where are your sheep", he wonderingly persisted.
"Follow me, and I'll show you miracles and
wishes fulfilled," his companion seductively replied.
And as he put his flute to his lips, sheep, rats and
Hermes, mesmerized, followed him, over the hills
towards the brilliant sunset.
***
January 31, 2017
Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...
The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...
Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...
The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...
The distant horizon now in passionate embrace of the sky
There are the stars, dewy wet; benignly conspiring to woo the pasture
Trodden for eternity by poets and lovers, the purple mist rises high
The rivulet flows amidst the mystic blue woods; its rapture
Overflowing all ages, all damp and morose households are swept
By the ethereal autumn, her all-pervading ripples of snow-scented lakes
O Nature, thy blessings in my heart is poignantly felt!
Prasenjit Banerjee
09.08.2014
(Reply To The Passionate Poet To His Love)
So come with you and become your love?
Intrigued am I, I must admit
For you have chosen me to be
The only woman you’ll ever need
But you must stop and understand
The woman chooses and not the man
The birds and bees that you refer
Their flight of passion I will defer
The man I want, the one I yearn
My every mood he’ll need to learn
Address my doubts with words that soothe
While wanting too my mind to use
A rendezvous, a subtle place,
A chat, the view, your handsome face
Your words paint pictures of such delight,
But I want more within my life
I’d love to see some poetry
Your words of beauty I’d love to read
And if my wants you look to fill
I’ll come with you and become your love
You offer passion, but I need more
Your passioned love, will it endure?
If my desire you care so much
Then I will come and become your love
Written in Texas -2012
Based on Christopher Marlowe’s “Passionate Shepherd To His Love”
Come be with me and become my love
And we shall prove my dreams correct,
That if you join in love with me
Another woman I’ll never need
And we will sit among the trees
Seeing both the birds and bees,
By the water as it falls
The birds will sing as passion calls
And I will make you very happy
Try and please you ever gladly,
Send you flowers at anytime
Romantic moonlight as we dine
Off we go a rendezvous
A subtle point that no one knew,
We’d sit and talk and view the sky
Then I’d get lost inside your eyes
I’d whisper soft some poetry
By many poets including me,
And if these dreams of mine you like
Come be with me and become my love
I’d wish to see you everyday
To show my love a different way,
If these my dreams you like so much
Then be with me and become my love
Blending Colors
(Quatrain)
Dripping rain of jeweled light
dreaming of rainbow flowers
scattered sparkle day and night
throughout colored autumn hours
Behold the sun’s brilliant rays
large sky painting on display
moonlights romantic ways
lovely bright white winter days
But when spring arrives on the scene
flowers bloom brightly and gay
all the trees and hills turned green
the blue birds happy at play
Gold and red leaves falling down
their colors are near-divine
nature wearing autumns crown
like stars ever lasting shine
Fiery sun setting for the day
quiet evening fires are aglow
clouds changing from dark to gray
diamonds sparkle on the snow
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 9.5..2011