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Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: horse, love,

I lay my head

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head


Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, horse, love, soldier, war,

Death Of A Lancer

My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.

War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.

The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.

A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.




Written on 7th February 2019.


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: animal, cowboy-western, horse, life, life,

The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, horse, love, race,

The Kentucky Derby- The Quatrain Style

~The Kentucky Derby~
(Quatrain)


What a glorious day it is today,
As people of all ages are having fun,
Because  the Kentucky Derby race,
Is taking place  till the day is done.

You can really see all around the, 
Throughbred beautiful horses,too,
That will be competing for the, 
grand prize that they'll give today.

There are very large crowds everywhere,and,
Folks are laughing and making bets to,
For their favorite horses everywhere, and,
You can feel their excitement mounting too.

You can see the jockeys walking around,
Displaying proudly all their best colors and silks too.
They all seem to be,more than ready for this race,
While taking last notes here and there to make things okay today.

Well,this wonderful race is about to start any moment now.
The horses are being prepared in every way,and that's true,
As they're all looking their very best from head to hoofs,
The winner will receive a very beautiful cup and great honors,too.

So many bets that are at stake here for so many today,
People are very excited, rushing all over the place to,
As the horses and their jockeys are getting ready now,
The jockeys are looking so proud atop the horses they'll ride, too.

The horses and jockeys are now set for this much awaited race, 
They're all  in line and in their position to start anytime to,
But it will take a long time for sure for this race to be over,
But already it looks like "Black  Beauty" is about to make history today.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


November.16.2016


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, dream, heart, love, metaphor, romantic,

Candy Horse Vs Dark Kid

The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...

There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...


A co write written by Liam and Christian 


Poem Details | by Chris Hagy |
Categories: friendship, horse, tribute,

For the Love of Lippy

For the love of Lippy I've done it all...
And I would do it all again
For my heart, for my joy, for my friend
Oh what a world you got me into!
Some days so long and hard, I thought I'd never make it through
Except for knowing that at the end of the day, I could spend some time with you
We weathered the disasters and wrong choices..mostly mine
But we've reveled in our successes, in our friendship and in our time
So many places, so many changes, what a life we've shared
You've done what I've asked, you've mastered your tasks
And for you I will always be there..as you have been there for me
When my mind is blood red and my heart is stone gray
You stand before me pure white
And your mane dries my tears and your coat soaks in my sorrows
And your eyes always reveal "The Light"
Given to each other by one greater than us who knew what we both would need
Never a truer companionship than with you my faithful steed!
From long lazy rides in lush green fields on warm bright summer days
To tranquil wooded trails and dusty old roads, you've carried me all the way
You saved my heart, you saved my mind, you saved me from it all
And I owe you my life, I owe you the world for answering my call
For you I do it all...
Always in my heart I know you'll be, no matter what time brings
For it cannot separate two spirits joined
Or the memories that make their hearts sing
Together we answered the call
For you my wonderful friend..I did it all

-Alias Pluto Lela
Lipizzan registry #XL007
2-12-81 to 2-9-13   -served as therapeutic riding horse


Poem Details | by lakshmi alekhya |
Categories: lost lovelost, dark, dark, horse, lost, love,

daisy

Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her 
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along 
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take  leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it 
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so.......
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose


Poem Details | by Lisa Ricci |
Categories: horse,

this love affair

"this love affair"
they'll never understand why why you hypnotize me so
the love is not of a man and woman yet there is no stronger bond I know to know of trust and understanding you and me riding through winds winds that take us far far away together we travel to freedom
they'll never know this love affair this love affair that can be theirs
SkyWatcher
for the love of horses of course (lol)


Poem Details | by Gabby Dichello |
Categories: animal, confidence, horse, i love you, love,

Horses

Competition day had arrived,
His muzzle twitched with anticipation
And in relation my feet tingled in a way like never before.
For the first time, we both doubted ourselves

But fear not, we must carry on
As I plaited his forelock in preparation 
I took the time to appreciate how flat his withers was
How typically racehorse he was
I stroked his fetlock as I knew this could be it.

His hooves were oiled and shiny as ever
Ready for anything
And the 3 link that he loved
Made no difference in poll pressure
As we bolt across the course, aiming to be the best

“I trust you, boy”
As if to tell him that even though, 2 years ago when he was deemed
A mess with dodgy hocks and lumpy coronets
Who was a waste
He could do this, to prove them wrong and beat the best
Become the best


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musicbeautiful, heart, song, lost, beauty, heaven, beautiful, beauty, body, heart, heaven, horse, lost, song,

The Boatman's Song 10/ Many

The boatman’s Song				10/Many

The beauty of that black horse got doubled
With the glittering beauty of the princess on the horse 
Who was elegantly riding that black horse beauty 
While coming towards the boatman with a speed 
He had never seen earlier, when a lady was on a horse 

Her shining long black hairs and few locks on her face, were
Blending with the ravishing beauty of her charming face
Which even the sunbeams were trying to penetrate
To kiss her rosy lips and her glowing lovely face
And with each gush of morning beams
A blush came on her lovely face
On which hundreds and thousands can live and die
And can wait for a whole life to see that face

Her body was glittering like a gem
Because of her teenage and beauty excelling her age
And her youth over sprouting from her bosoms
From her princes sly top and riding trousers
She was dazzling the eyes of the boatman
As there was no one else 
Who could dare to behold her beauty and grandeur
Which was par excellent, any where on earth

She stepped down from the horse back 
With a beautiful sharp jump on the sand
And stood beside the heavenly beautiful horse
She saw the boatman was standing near his boat
And was singing a melody unaware of her gaze

The moment the princess heard that voice
Her heart jumped from her chest
Which had just calmed from thrills
As she had stepped by jumping from the horseback
And her body had calmed only few seconds back

Enchanted and allured by the beauty and heaviness of voice
And totally stunned to see his manliness, so warrior like tight
She forgets her princes sly pride and got lost in adoring
His song and his enchanting voice
Coming from the depths of that singers heart
Suddenly she found herself standing before the boatman
Lost in his heart capturing eyes

There was no one else except these two
And the boatman could not believe
Whether it was a dream or a reality come true
He too was lost in the charms of her eyes
And even forgot to finish the song he was singing
And felt only that someone was penetrating 
In his heart and mind, deep some where very deep


Ravindra				              to continue….
Kanpur   India 12th January 2010  

* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: dance, deep, dream, horse, imagination, love, memory,

In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse

In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.

With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.

Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.

In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.

Robert JLindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: cute love, fantasy, children, fun, horse, joy, youth,

MY FAVOURITE HORSE



His mane is long and he is very proud
He neighs and roars and laughs so very loud
Always blissfully joyful as could be
Many funny stories he shares with me

My dearest horse loves day and night to prance
Forever asks me won’t you learn to dance
Whenever he decides to come to life
That’s when he asks me to become his wife

I stop I look I laugh and laugh some more
I know we would be happy to the core
Under the setting sun just him and me
But you should know that I am only three



Submitted in March, 2018


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, musiclost, sound, heaven, heaven, horse, lost, love, may, sound,

The Boatman's Song 11/ Many

The Boatman’s Song 			11/Many


Many moments passed, but none spoke a word
Or tried to moved away and remained lost 
In each other’s thoughts
They were lost in each others beauty and charms
Suddenly they found, they were in each other’s arms
None spoke a word and no one tried to depart
In those most cherished moments, love was showering on them
Thousands of flowers were blooming in their minds
And the fragrance of love was spreading in their hearts

Unknowingly both of them, became so dear to one another
As if, the Goddess of love had blessed them for each other
Those were the most lovely, beautiful and memorable moments
For which one waits for ever and for ever
Life is a strange drama they both were thinking 
Where what may happen in the next moments, no one knows ever

In the meanwhile the princess heard a sound coming from a distance
She got alert and made a good distance from the boatman
So that the visitor may not know, for what purposes she was here
But before leaving the boatman, she uttered in her lovely voice, 
Few words, which were glued with love, 
“My dream man I am princess of this kingdom
I will come back to hear you and your songs very soon some day
But at present I have to go immediately from here 
Please don’t ask anything right now from me”

Without a moment’s delay she moved away from there  
To a place, where she had left her horse in waiting for her 
The Princess rode on the horseback and moved here and there
As if, she had reached on that place, without any purpose
And came because her horse ran speedily and brought her there

She pretended to move the horse towards the direction
From where, on an other horse, her father was coming
He called, O Princess you are here, we were searching you
Every where over there, but could not locate you any where
Very innocently she replied,” O father, I was trying to see the river
And the sand dunes spreading all over here there 
And was about to return when you have come over here”

Ravindra					to continue ……..

Kanpur India   14th January 2010



* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang (A name of the nymph) Tarang is a Hindi word means waves both 
    Visible or invisible like sound waves
* Saraswati (Goddess of knowledge, music & arts as per Hindu mythology)


Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: fantasy, horse, love,

Nightstar

"Nightstar"

As amber rays wane with their task done,
The melting of the rainbow, pleasing MrSun,
Setting colours free across a canvas, blue,
To paint a new marvel, a mix of every hue,
It's a grand display at the closing of the day
Before the night falls and on MrMoon, calls.

As colours dance and mingle in a spectrum unrestrained,
With brilliancy unmatched, the world is entertained.
The commotion creates a mist spraying across the earth,
An added splendor dazzles preventing any equal worth.
As the canvas of the sky captures every seeing eye,
All of nature just below reflects, adding to the show

At this time of grandeur, magnificence emerges
With the beckoning of my longing, silent are my urges.
As the beating of my heart crescendos, echoed is the sound
By the beat of thundering hooves across reflective ground.
The first star of night of rippling muscle might
Nears with gliding grace, racing towards my embrace.

O, thy gallant steed, king of mountain, hill, and vale,
The envy of all who've heard the stallion's, legendary tale.
His blood flows through the veins of herds far and wide,
Wild and untamed, Nightstar, takes no mare for his bride.
This gallant steed and I, all reason we defy;
As the rays are to the sun, in spirit we are one.

As he nickers soft and low with his muzzle in my palm,
We synchronize in thought, breathing in the calm.
A new adventure awaits with the rising of the moon;
When the owls awaken with commencement of their tune
Grabbing mane thick and long, upon his back so strong,
I mount my beloved steed, swifter than any wind's speed.

The twinkling of the stars begins, an introduction for
MrMoon's stage appearance like many times before.
The stallion's impatience swells, rearing, paws the sky,
Trumpeting the heavens, as hills and mountains amplify.
As clouds cluster in a curtain, a sudden hush makes certain,
MrMoon's perched in place and ready to show his smiling face.

Again, Nightstar sounds his trumpet, with a trail of snorts,
Rounding up the breezes, to the heavens the wind of, escorts
A swirling, twirling force opening the curtain cluster wide,
Revealing MrMoon in all his glory, vainly filled with pride.
As power surges beneath my seat on my equine, superb athlete,
I quiver with sheer delight, as we charge into the waiting night.

Where we travel to on this night, the choice is up to him,
For anywhere is alright aboard my prized, majestic gem.
O, my noble Nightstar, so wild, born only to be free,
Magnificent you are and bound we are by Love's loyalty.
O, thy gallant steed, wherever you may roam,
My heart will always need to be with you, at home.

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-06-22 11:22:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.


Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: horse, loneliness, lost love, sad, sun,

Into the sunset

Living lonely lives,
Cowboys are known for riding
Into the sunsets

8 May 2014


Poem Details | by Billy TheKidster |
Categories: history, horse, humorous, love, me, old,

Billy the Kid's Great Escape

*
Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away.
*
I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he stood staring out that window chained to the floor by his bed,
watching the gallows being built that would soon seal his fate.
Was he planning at that very moment his greatest escape?
Did he already know that his hanging would never come to be?
Was he already aware that before night fall, once again he'd be free?
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted rudely
by Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again 
you'd kill me on the spot
Well here I am KidNow's your chance
Show me what you've got
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two, 
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you
I've got silver dimes in the barrells of my shotgun
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door? 
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet filthy whore
I'll kill you before you hang KidThat's a sure bet." 
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet."
Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?" 
"Don't do it Bob," Bell screamed angrily, 
"or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure 
for killing an unarmed boy in cold blood 
who was chained helplessly to the floor
It's time for the other prisoners 
to be escorted across the street to be fed
The Kid's not going anywhere
He's chained to the floor by his bed
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn
Go and have yourself a beer 
and I'll stay here 
and guard the Kid until you return
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack
Before he left, he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back." 
No one can say for sure if the above scenario ever truly took place,
but one thing's for sure
Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace
They were enemies who fought against each other
during the Lincoln County War
Ollinger was in the posse that murdered John Tunstall,
Billy's employer, friend and mentor
"I have to use the privy Bell," Billy said to the deputy
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a friendly grin
While in the outhouse, 
Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuffs
"You fall in there Kid?" Bell laughed, 
"You've been in there long enough." 
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door
"Sorry I took so long BellI must have ate something bad for sure." 
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelledIn his hand was a gun
"Please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done
He shot and killed Bell, then went and got Ollinger's shotgun
The Kid never found pleasure in killing, 
but Ollinger would indeed be the exception
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window 
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more gray hairs
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed, 
"The Kid's killed Bell!" 
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun 
and whispered, "..and now he's killed me as well."
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart 
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place
Billy smashed his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed, "you son of a bitch!" 
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape
"I don't want to hurt anyone, 
but I will kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape." 
In the office he found a sledge hammer
and smashed the chains of his leg irons free
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body 
and many eyewitnesses admit
that the Kid looked upon him and said somewhat tearfully, 
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it." 
As Billy mounted the horse 
the chains of his leg irons startled the beast
The horse bucked violently throwing Billy down onto the street
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground
The crowd could have overtaken him easily, 
but none made a move or a sound
One might think that they were all too terrified to subdue him immediately,
but the truth is that he was so loved by so many
that they all just let him go free.
Once again Billy mounted the horse
and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing
Many claim that as he rode out of Lincoln County 
that they heard the Kid singing
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past, 
but this was his greatest escape ever
It would also be his last.


Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: horse, love, trust,

Atstan Impressario

An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap  over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful for every day use.

In your stable you were a terror to my grooms
pulling faces and hunching up your back as if
to bite or even kickIt was all show you just
wanted to be left alone, a true one person horse.

No other could ride you as you would buck and buck
even going down and rolling to get rid of other riders.
Shoes could be a challenge as you would snatch feet away
or refuse to lift them up, only one blacksmith did you tolerate.

Yet to me and my mother you were so sweet, nickering
a welcome when you saw either of us coming.
You floated over fences winning us many rosettes
when turned out you would race down the jumping lane.

With Sheroake at your heels laughing with glee
you would go up and down time and again.
Then take delight in having a long dusty roll
finally settling down to graze the sweet grass.

Fast as a flash, the clock never a challenge
perfect rounds nearly every  single time.
In one year you went from grade C to grade A
barely 14:3 hands tall yet heart of a giant.
  
You always held a special place in my heart
many the hours we spent together out riding
or practicing in the paddock, at dressage
you were a real ace act graceful as a swan.

Tom sweet Tom how I loved you 
maybe the more as only I alone
on your back you would tolerate
your love made me feel so proud

Great spirit horse long may you race
the clouds where you now dwell
If I close my eyes I can still hear
the thundering of hooves flying by.

Never again was there a horse
quite like youI remember your neat
little ears flickering back and forth
as I spoke to you, with a nicker you
would answer me and toss your head.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, horse,

Like a Horse With a Carriage

Love goes with marriage Like a horse with a carriage but what of the horse? The horse may lead the carriage, but often stumbles or dies. What of the carriage? It often falls apart or gets stuck in a rut. But how beautiful the horse and the carriage that endure! For SandyIvy Davis's Tanka - Love & Marriage Tanka Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: autumn, horse, love, moon,

A Country Hayride

On a crisp autumn night couples cuddle with delight on a hayride in the country. The clip clop of horses' hooves create a rhythmic beat along a red clay road, the earthy essence of hay and horses wafting through the chill night airA harvest moon of golden hue bathes the countryside with its silken glow - enchanting both young and old with romantic thoughts of love eternal - happily ever after dreams of blissPerhaps even a stolen kiss.
10/5/15 double etheree Broken Wings "Any Poem You Ever Wrote Not For A Contest"


Poem Details | by Angel Hale |
Categories: horse,

Love riding

When I'm riding
I feel free.
All my worries, 
go away.
And I love the 
Feel of the wind in my hair.
I feel free
I feel like myself on a horse.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, horse, love, mountains,

Mustangs Are Born Free - The Monchielle style

~Mustangs Are Born Free~
(Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them run in mountain 
Don't take freedom they plea

Let wild horses run free 
Let's join voices help horses 
Take them where they belong 
They truly need our help 
Selling these horses wrong 

Let wild horses run free 
Since  small I love horses 
I grew up watch them grow 
Mustangs are beautiful 
They're unique, smart you know


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012



April.03.2016


~Author's Notes:


The "Monchielle"  is a poetry style  created by Jim THenriksen.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: appreciation, beautiful, horse, love,

H o r s e s - The Stepping Stones Style

~Horses~ (Stepping Stones) Handsome Horses Great for the show Run fast Stand tall Steadfast they go. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
November.09.2016 ~Author's Notes: " The Stepping Stones" is a poetry form or style created by Ralph Stott.


Poem Details | by Matiba Aaron |
Categories: cry, for her, heart, horse, love, metaphor,

A Wishful Horse

If wishes were horses,
And I was a stallion,
Would you ride me home?
Would you ride me to the comfort of your heart?
Would you keep me in the finest confines of your soul's house?
Would you caress my beastly body with your soft hands?
Would I afford the pleasure of your whispers in my ears?
Would you please my soul with your soulful laughter?
Would you ride me through the dullest of days;
through the darkest of nights?
Would you dry your tears upon my willing neck?
Would you give  me a name to bear forever?

Or would you just pass me by,like any other beast?
Would just throw me a soulless glance and fade away-
like mist chancing upon sunlight?
Or would you stroke me a little, the decide I'm not worth it?
Would you look me in the eye and walk away?
Would you let my eyes see you go through the tears?

Tell me Love,if you'd rather not see my heart tear apart,
Why are wishes not horses-
Why am I not your stallion?


Poem Details | by john beharry |
Categories: animal, beautiful, children, feelings, flower, heart, horse, life, love, nature, people, simple, travel, tree, water,

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


Poem Details | by Sarai Virden |
Categories: adventure, beauty, horse, longing, love,

Longing for the ride

Majestic he stands 
Head held high and proud
Until I draw near tack in hand
His mussel to my chest he bows

Our eyes fixed
With deepest affection
Respect from me
From him acceptance 

His nostrils flair 
He inhales my scent
A bond beyond fences
A mutual consent

About horse and rider 
How can I explain
This communion of splendor 
Perpetually sustained

With reverent candor
Can any man compare
Who would be considered grander
Horse or rider if you dare

Nobility without pride
Beauty without vanity
Majesty without disciple
Power without violence 

Do you still wonder why I'm longing for the ride
When he challenges the wind for speed
Brushed by heaven with every stride
Intimacy mounted here on "Spirit's Pride"

My steed and I in harmony
Exhilaration captivates my senses
Pounding hooves, his earthen scent 
Taut muscles ripple in sweat profusely drenched

He heeds the slightest touch of rein
His saddle is my alter of prayer
When he on oceans sands a trot
My soul is healed all disrepair

In bed I lay awake tonight my mind a heavy load
His blaze is blazoned in my memory burned
Of black night mane and chestnut coat
A quatrain tribute to his name he's earned

Still you may not understand
This yearning so many take in stride
Of horse and rider pure joy provider
And oh such longing for the ride
 


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, history, horse, love,

Love and War

I hear the voices
Choirs sing in the skies
I try again like you did before
Depressed I know there is no more

I listen to past voices
Songs sing in my head
For sure a proof I am not dead
Depressed, I am on the floor

Once we danced with the moon above
I held your soul in the night air
Kisses in the dark made us hunger
Yet here I am alone, starving

Shadows of love, a wisp of desire
Music drifts into the night
From the local pub
Where I was and where I shall I die

On my horse, I ride far far away
Guided by the stars, I escape from you
Styrie shall live to an old age close to you
I shall die a distant memory

My Waterloo


Poem Details | by Richard McClellan |
Categories: love, passion, romance, fire, fire,

Fire Horse

Cast thy stone, like a fire climbing a tree, highly strung, its fuel you need, powerful, can carry a heavy load, no question, a Fire Horse you be! Inconsistent by nature, procrastinate but not in love, your alluring beauty defined by a coat, to cover with lust and a heart of gold, fire burning inside, unbridled and afloat. Motivated by a strength of will, like the painter, color shining, to create a picture from canvas, it comes alive, the masterpiece is never blinding. Fire Horse, free-willed, extraordinary, an independent soul, sometimes forgetful are you, your loathe of waste, drives you arbitrarily, unwinding beauty, unenvious, you're never ice blue. Oh ye Fire Horse, searing smoke in isle atoll, galloping across the sea of life, fire heating the shore, flames of love rising, burning within your soul, a tsunami of devotion, your mane ablaze evermore!


Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: adventure, horse, lonely, lost love, love, star, stars,

Side by Side

When the sky is bright and blue
And the clouds don’t even bother
I go riding with my gal
We go riding side by side

Once the sky was always clear
Now the clouds don’t ever wander
Come on back where you belong
We’ll go riding side by side

Can't you see that time is wasting 
Get up on that stubborn mule
Come on back where you belong 
We'll go riding side by side

If the sun don't ever shine
And moon no longer rises
We'll be lost out in the stars
We'll be riding far and wide

You can slice it up or dice it
You can ponder til your blue
Once you finally make your mind up
We'll go riding side by side

Hurry up now hunny
Don't be wasting no more time
Come on back where you belong
We'll go riding side by side


Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, best friend, career, caregiving, celebration, crazy, cry, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emo, emotions, family, feelings, flying, future, god, green, growing up, halloween, happiness, happy, hate, heaven, horse, how i feel, i love you, imagination, joy, magic, missing you, mountains, ocean, peace, rain, rainbow, relationship, sky, smile, song, together, trust, truth, water, weather, wind, world, youth,

Aviated parachute

A short poetry of Parascending by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

                                                Aviated parachute

 Parachute parachute you flying so high.
 Like an eagle you swing in the sky.
 Flourishingly Waving in an air.
 Your skill astonished me, Take me away !

 A play of lustrous rainbow colour.
 Cascaded by a Blushing rain.
 Sensing the rhythm, flower‘s crimsoned.
 Making me feel excited, Take me away !

 Inspiring me as you without wings swiftly aviate.
 Fortunately you have a flying glance at this amazed beauty of the earth.
 Give me one chance some another day.
 Move me away, Take me away !

 People will greet me, when myself Joe will be lime lighting in the sky.
 Viewing the artistic magnifying creativity, beautified by arduous earthborn 
 mortalizing persona‘s.
 my itchy feet, move me away, Take me away !

 screaking high, conveying regards to almighty and pray for celestial peace.
 Ohhh my spice jet please take me high.
 For the god‘s sake make me fly.
 Take me away or else I will die !

 By,
 MadhaviSuyogPagare


Poem Details | by Shannon Taft |
Categories: animal, for her, heart, horse, imagery, love, romantic,

1,000 Horses

1,000 raging horses,
Spurred by the flames of wildfire on their tails,
Harnessed, with Iron chains,
To the locket box harboring your heart,
Could not shred one splinter
From that box
As the unbreakable power of your love
Holds firm the reins,
Through the fire of life,
Of the thousand raging horses
Of my heart.