Short Rural Poems
Short Rural Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rural by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rural by length and keyword.
rural
plural
dural
neural
Is there a more rural plural, y’all?
I’m having a dural neural drawl.
along country roads
barns crushed by the fall sun ~
and weight of time
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on July 8, 2019
W E Barrington-Browne
painted rural landscapes& not the town
Famed for his 'Immortal Trout'
a watercolour well worth a 'shout'
Farmer's son Jean-Francois -MilletM
known rural scenes in his day
Small scale reflections were his thing
medetative art he did bring
Shadows deep
Hold secrets swarming
Within an untold mind
Reach for Aspens
Painted on portraits
Viewed by the
Leaping sun
Ode to Sling Blade
Mustard and biscuits
sleeping alone in the shed
what is family
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
The rural church closed....
cemetery still receives the dead
small
& minute
trivial
in size
&stature
puppet-like
low life
rural
peasantry
dislayed
history
in
jest
of
their
day
Went for a drive in the countryside
Admiring the rural beauty let out a big sigh
Windows down
Fresh air we drown
A joy not to be missed an absolute high
On granpappy's farm,in Arkansas
Picking cotton was the annual chore,
Recording the rural life,he saw-
Scraping a living ,on a small wage
A tender story..of coming of age.
re-post inspired by Constance contest
Come walk with me ,around my rural clime,
We'll pen verse , posey and lyrics that rime
A heroic couplet, after style of Thomas Wyatt (1503-42)
I like the forests,
the low, rolling hills,
I like rock rivers,
and meadows crop-filled.
I like the critters,
the big, ten-point deer;
you can keep the cities
that I won’t go near.
American realist poet Robert Frost
wrote poetry that may have been lost
had he not gone to England, where he was embraced.
With his poems of the common, rural life we have been graced.
walk in the rural?
be sure to beware of snakes...
carry a big stick.
090722PSCtest, Autumn in Nature - Haiku Poetry
Tania Kitchin. 5 7 5 syllable count.
Poetry Soup Syllable Counter.
Ramon
Ramirez Rey
rolls. A rural river
reaching for sea, he reverses
direction. Each wretched refraction may
wreck his rustic orthography.
Injun giver, would say
Ramirez Rey
(Ramon).
A somber dawn breaks upon a hillside
strewn with hedges of dew
drenched blackberries
Written 8/19/22
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I'll make you rich
Marry me and shame them
The boo boys in our
Rural backyards who call me
A schomane for life
Schomane: a derogatory term for a man whose heart and mind are ruled by a fear of women
Lovely cottage
Once full, once love
Standing lonely.
Curate, restored
Back in full bloom
Ready for use.
Lovely people
Come, enter in
Stay, enjoy.
Once in your life
Stay awhile
Embrace rural.
Contradiction
(naga uta poem)
in this rural place
forest once ever so deep-
one needs to destroy
acres of trees to create
a stronger living signal…
the moon and stars scrutinize
© Harry J Horsman 2021
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
I saw
as I walked,
a doe grazing the grass,
Cautiously watched me pass.
This idyllic scene, was pure joy to see.
A picture of tranquility,
is a rural delight,
though a rarity
I saw.
Rhymer. April 25th, 2016.
~ These days I roam
My soul's outskirts,
For I can not stand ...
How much it hurts. ~
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
Big open space rises
like a hot air balloon
overlooking Farmers fields
of corn, hay and beans
On an October morning
as cows scatter from
their milking to find
a good eating place
To graze for the next few hours
As a child I loved to ride 'Thunderbolt" into the wind
living then rural, Thunder was my best and only friend
but now that I have grown so much older, more wise, mature
I no longer desire shoveling barns, filled with manure!