by Daniel Cheeseman |
Categories:
seastars,
Those stars that sailors follow
Guiding less the sea to swallow
And the night seas black as tar
Beyond the wave a land afar
Halyards taught, blocks in tallow
Breezes fresh and salt swallow
Timbers creak, white horses foam
Callused hands and oceans comb
And the stars pull them forth
South, east, west and north
Cabin boy or salty jack
Afore the mast, bare their back
Seas of glass or howling gales
Stands his watch what ever ails
For them the ocean a magic place
For every dawn a changing face
The face of his one true love
The wind, stars, skies above
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
horse, love,
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
by John Gondolf |
Categories:
loneliness, lost love, love, wind,
The wayward wind forever so aloof
across the prairie blowing wild and free;
just like a herd of horses on the hoof,
and running loose with nature’s grand esprit.
A restless spirit is this wayward child
who’s never satisfied in just one place;
she longs to solve the secrets of the wild,
and ne’er her ventured steps will she retrace.
A wayward heart is like the wayward wind,
forever restless, always on the move,
and always searching, seeking, ne’er chagrined;
she’ll leave you lonely and her love disprove.
Beware, before you carelessly depart,
don't wrap your love around a wayward heart.
January 8, 2020
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
loss,
The clouds have formed a mare’s tail in the sky,
a fitting image, for I’m being led
beneath them, where in eerie silence lie
abandoned stalls, untended land, a shed.
And on a gate, like some strange souvenir,
a halfway broken sign reads “Wagon Wheel.”
That horses once were bred and ridden here
both grime and span of time cannot conceal.
But farther down a lane, behind some trees,
(where happiness once lived!) awaits my spring -
a large house, shuttered, with its memories.
In front of it still hangs that wooden swing.
Above long grass and weeds it starts to sway.
The ghost of me has now returned to play.
For the Love and Loss Poetry Contest
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
art, beautiful, love, western,
Wild horses, prairies, desert canyons,
Native Indians, brush landscapes
by 'Dean of Western Painters'
known as Olaf Wieghorst.
His contrast boldness,
softened with light
blended hues,
stirred my
heart.
Inspired to capture his moving art,
passion pushed to reproduce his
famed Navaho masterpiece;
every brushstroke chosen
to grasp his canyon,
mother and child
on stone bluff
framed by
rock.
by Tirzah Conway |
Categories:
family, friendship, health, husband, native american, passion, peopleme, me,
Steven, My Love, my best friend in life,
Parents that support me in whatever I do;
My two puppies Zeus & Eos (both mutts)
My heritage of Potawatomi, Huron and Sioux;
A family willing to lend me support,
A wonderful house to come home to;
A simple world I can call my own,
My siblings, out there to help pull me through;
My horses willing and full of heart,
And all of my friends - Old and New;
My semi-good health and happiness;
And the passion that writing allows me to peruse!
by Carol Mays |
Categories:
angst, relationship, sad love, social, society,
We long for relationships
that know no borders,
in which hearts can roam free,
frolicking with each other,
and galloping at will
through fields and streams
in broad daylight,
and spontaneous affections
can nuzzle unrestrained.
Yet on our humble ranch,
it is the broken horses
that we so often ride.
Connections become curtailed
that once headed for the horizon,
by trial and error taught
to shield certain wounds
and mind necessary fences,
in many a peculiar pasture.
by Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
horse,
"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)
by Funom Makama |
Categories:
anxiety, bereavement, depression, desire, love hurts, lust, prison,
Wishes are never horses, making beggars be less cheerful
Increased interest to the unreachable despite being careful
Subjects, condemns and stimulates one to be less grateful
The moment shortens the stretched hands and makes nothing wonderful
Feelings fiercely negative, make the coveted powerful
Unidirectional is the attempt which feels unlawful
Loving someone who will never love back, shows life is half full
by ... Gigno |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, loveme,
I wanted something bubbly
Coke with ice cream trick
That fridge, again, empty
So I made my trip to Kwik
Swerving around this town in my horses
Parking up by the front door
No training could have prepared me for
What waited inside the store
Standing with her 2-liter of Diet 7-Up
If I just died, keep me here on heaven
I asked above not be taken so abruptly
Feeling luckier than sevens or elevens
Now she says that this place
Is wherever we stand here
Desiring her within my space
Needing her crystal clear
That gentleness of her touch
As we let go while giving in
When love has got its clutch
In times we are skin to skin
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
appreciation, art, creation, happiness, love, romance, soulmate,
Two hearts, Two Lives, An Eternal Meld
Hold your horses, those waters arent so deep
far, far more to life that eating and sleep.
Roses gleaming, dawn's beckoning new frosts
things you'd defend at any and all costs.
Picnicking, lakeside with your true soulmate
times you won, while so sorely tempting Fate!
Living to discover love, its treasures
path taken, with life's sweet, simpler pleasures.
Now gaze back at nights of hottest romance
with future lives planned, nothing left to chance.
Magnificent joy, two loving gems held
with two hearts, two lives, an eternal meld.
R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1978
Sonnet, ( Life's Sweetest Promises )
by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories:
love
Love is not
for the weak-hearted
who fall
at the slightest gust of charm
no, it is not a fairy-tale
containing nothing but words
of white horses
and happy endings
Sometimes, love wears thorns
and cleverly hides itself
behind the gesture of a rose
or worse yet
a man with no flowers at all
by Deborah Burch |
Categories:
hope, nature, uplifting,
A Place
There's a place where horses run...waters flow and music fills the air...
No sadness...No tears...No Hunger...No rain
It's a place of rolling hills...poppy fields and light is Everywhere...
No sickness...No fears...No dieing...No pain...
A place of No more bills...debts Paid In Full...and loved ones meet you there...
~by deborah burch©
3/25/2012
**Jesus said: "I go to prepare 'A Place' for you..."
(3/27/2012---last line inspired in part by Russell Sivey and Phyllis Babcock...Thank you both!!!BIG HUGG,Love~deb)
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
sky,
Oh, lovely Goddess of the Zodiac
Cosmos created
Enhancing the heavens
Showing constellations the way to Nirvana
Oh, insightful Goddess of the Night Sky
Star world adventurer
Taming thundering horses
Enticing the heavens to commit mayhem
Oh, beloved Goddess of the Milky Way
Quintessential empath
Sharing dreams among earthlings
Executing ethereal magical mystical illusions of love
by Evelyn Judy Buehler |
Categories:
bird, color, flower, nature, rainbow, star, time,
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
The time it takes for love to grow,
The time it takes for winds to blow,
Shooting star in a night's solo,
At twilight of sunset's sorrow!
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
art, surreal, vanity, visionary, word play, words, writing,
Blinded By Life And Praying To Truly See
Hold that thought,
the world desperately needs you
not just your skin
your deeper schemes
nor love that hath
quietly fled your stealthy
grasp
This loss, this aching
scrapes the brittle bones
tears apart your soul
seeps into your midnight bed
breaks your feet
swallows your vanity
and then vomits bricks
of aspirations
to be not a fool
but race horses
and fly kites
remember nobody
forgives you
for your running away
to the circus
and watching all the clowns
eye to eye
finally
able to see
true life
once more.
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
8-07-2023
by Robyn Campbell |
Categories:
horse,
Twilight is coming
after munching on meadow
horses love to run
by Desvin Umberger |
Categories:
beautiful, happiness, love, metaphor, romantic, summer, winter,
Smile...
Dream...
Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...
Soft silky and smooth on your skin...
Smile....
Dream...
Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...
Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...
Smile...
Dream...
Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...
Fingertips flit freely across your arm...
Smile...
Dream...
Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...
Spinning tops twiling tenderly....
Smile....
Dream....
Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...
Softly calling quietly,
I love you!
by Kim Merryman |
Categories:
autumn, horse, love, moon,
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 air. A 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 bliss. Perhaps
even a
stolen
kiss.
10/5/15
double etheree
by Margaret Franceschini |
Categories:
color, emotions, i love you, love, romance,
Brown – Your Eyes
Dark and rich
As nature
Color of the trees and soil
A hue of luminous browns
A blend of shadows in the sky
The color of your eyes
Gazing brings me deeper
As I descend into colors so rustic
Shades of taupe fading at dusk
Taking me deeper into your sight
Like twilight
Chocolate coffee
Galloping horses from Renaissance
Embroidered in a spectrum
A gallery of browns
Cover me like a gown
The colors of the earth
As in the chestnut tree
Where we sit
Your eyes find me
I surrender
To the splendor
Of your eyes
Margaret Franceschini (March 17, 2014)
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
history, life, love, people, social, time, war,
Submissive squire on his foot
Helping his best knight, to put
On the weapons o’ not so cute
Beautified horses galloping,
The sharpen swords clanging,
And wooden poles jousting,
While this beauty, mocks by tear,
Huddling, silently, in her own fear
Because of her one and only dear
For her love,
She prays of-
“Use the speed o’ thy eyes, oh knight o’ mine
For a love to dwell, forever, in arms o’ thine!”
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful, horse, love,
~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.
by Carma Sanderson |
Categories:
cowboy-western, lost love, old, old,
Ive worn out these old cowboy boots to walk an endless plank of timeless dreams, you leave no trace except a tread mark of my broken heart.
I bare these wrinkeled scares to spare a portrait of this old town and country! I dared to go,is now a vivid memory of a playless rodeo I once had.
Moving on pass these stables of my home, knowing theres no way back I am sure to let go as I fleece with nothing but the wind of a wild horse where you were once my stallone, now just another spur on a pair of worn out cowboy boots, i am left to run free like: WILD HORSES.
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
friendship,
Sweet cherub, she lived for travel, laughs and smiles, to offer hope, joy.
We shared proms, Native art, double dates, dreams, theater, happiness.
She loved River Dance, snow ball fights, horses, Merlot, Richard Gere, me.
Porcelain doll with fair skin, Elaine shed tears, gave happiness.
Gentle heart, soft voice, she welcomed sunrise with bliss, meditation.
Heaven bound, she dwells in a place with no illness, just peace and love.
*June 4, 2014
by Shannon Taft |
Categories:
animal, for her, heart, horse, imagery, love, romantic,
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.