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Love Poems About Riding or Riding Love Poems
by Line Gauthier |
Categories: destiny, emotions, fun, games, life, passion, uplifting,

AND SO IT BEGINS

And so it begins
The game of life
The dominos of love
Falling where they may
The timer activated
Fresh out of a box
Learning the rules 
As we go along
No plan or ruse
No rhyme or reason
Just out for some fun
Moving game pieces
Taking turns
At winning and losing
Rising and falling
In endless succession
An ebb and flow of emotions
The tears the laughter
Riding a roller coaster
Of highs and lows
A detonated cosmic launch
Mingling interstellar orbs
Crisscrossing arcs of destiny
In a waltz of muses
Or divine intervention



Submitted on January 2, 2019, for contest FREE VERSE STYLE ONLY sponsored by EMILE PINET  -  RANKED 5TH


by Dan Kearley |
Categories: funny, inspirational, love,

A Gentle Kiss

A gentle kiss, that I really must send To another true, and very dear friend Pucker up babe, it's coming your way And riding a storm, so it should be there today I licked my lips before I blew, so I know it's going to stick But with all the lightning, it might have a little kick So when it hits your lips, it might give off a little spark Now what started off as a gentle kiss, might be leaving you in the dark
*For my sweety* *Elizabeth Wesley* Love,Dannyboy 8-24-12

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

by Cherie Durbin |
Categories: children

There's a Sport for Everyone

"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer 
in the Dell".

There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!

Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try. 
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some 
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell 
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"

by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: allusion, fantasy, heartbroken, longing, loss, mystery, sad love,

Through The Mist

Through the Mist
It feels like a lifetime has passed since my beloved I last saw, Bedecked in shining armor, my brave Geoffrey did gallantly gallop, Riding his silver steed, through a soft silky blue morning mist That like a tender lover enveloped and amorously embraced him.
Now overtaken by dark despair, silently willing my love to reappear, Despondently I peer through this most mystifying mist, realizing that On this fateful day twenty years before, he had unwittingly succumbed To its seductive allure because man and mist had merged becoming one.
08-21-2014

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)

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: adventure, child, fantasy, hero, imagination, princess, sweet love,

THE TALE OF PRINCE AARON



Once upon a time a long long time ago
Prince Aaron was riding his unicorn
When he met his precious princess
In the enchanted forests of the Ottawa Valley
And saved her from flying fiery dragons
He was so strong valiant and brave
Thus started a romance that would last a lifetime 
One day they would throw the wedding of the century
But for now the prince needed to go to sleep
And give in to the dream land of elves and faeries
As mommy continued to read his bedtime story



Submitted on June 8, 2018, for contest FAIRY TALE POETRY sponsored by ALEXIS Y.  -  RANKED 2ND

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, environment, how i feel, imagery, imagination, nature, spiritual,

Young At Heart

I entered a village in Algonquin park
as dusk approached the tattered edges of dark.
And fell in love with the bucolic setting
all except for the mosquito’s blood letting.

The pine smell was redolent riding each breeze
carrying halcyon memories of trees.
And for a fugacious moment I felt lost
amidst the penumbra where I weighed the cost.

I could find a safe inglenook or camp out
a vestigial whiff of pie gave me doubt.
And taking that as a harbinger of treats
to come I headed to a lodge with grass streets.

My ephemeral connection with the Earth
somehow gave my sempiternal soul rebirth. 
For I felt rejuvenated young at heart
and with each footstep felt my tensions depart.

by Tim Smith |
Categories:

Visually Challenged

arms my in 
you with alone 

found be finally can
life of meaning the where
around back me spin
love my hand my take

tide the with out riding or
up giving be I should
anymore me to sense making not
motivation and will of lost

town about all to burden a 
useless feeling 
down upside me tossing life
round and round spinning

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Speak To Me

Speak to me my desire where your hillsides come alive wrap your legs around the beauty riding long where blueberry thrive   drift down within starlight's fire flushed against an alabaster sky   rage, rage   bed these trepidations rupturing through valiant vapors   once thought dormant   now alive   speak to me my desire where words come to unwind in the secluded and mysterious recesses of my mind

by jacqui topham |
Categories: love, sensual, , sweet love,

MY KNIGHT

To bathe at last in your sweet love,
And melt to your embrace,
To linger long with our first kiss,
Then drown in silk and lace.

We've sensed the pull of nature's wave,
we'll rule the surging tide,
Anticipating this first touch,
Awakening inside.

Fingers,mouths and bodies swim,
In sensual delight,
And riding high 'gainst passion's prow,
We consummate 'our night'.

Adrift in dreamy arms we lie,
True captains of the storm,
Our nakedness no longer shy,
With love to keep us warm.

If other nights like this do come,
Our way as good things can,
It's this night i'll remember most,
My Darling,Darling man!

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: memory, october, rain, romance, silence, wind, youth,

RESUSCITATED MEMORIES



Fall cold rainy days
Crisp wet leaves 
Twirling and waltzing
Flying and floating 
Riding October desolate gusts
Retro tunes that resuscitate
Memories of young love
Echoes of how I love you
Deep in the heart
Awakened by the sound of
Walking through wet fallen leaves
Ever so close as one
Holding on tight
Isolated in a cold sullen world
Warm enraptured hearts
Under a shared umbrella
Alone together
Along a silent canal
Riddled by a multitude of raindrops
Anxious to seek shelter
On the other hand
Ever so content
Creating memories         



Submitted this April 2, 2018, for contest LOVE POEM sponsored by HEIDI SANDS  -  RANKED 4TH

by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
Categories: hope, lost love,

Dunes of Broken Heart


A full moon you blush in the condensed sky Riding the lone cloud I tried to reach you Furtive desire couldn’t grow wings to fly Silver lines formed from your nonchalant hue. You crossed the humble sky that I call mine A turquoise trail you made in me you knew I could discern my love glow in your shine How to preserve the gleam I had no clue. The departing night called the black clouds in Gloom of shade spread on ascetic desert The moon through the dust storm it hadn’t seen Ripples formed on parched dunes of broken heart. Clouds melted, your shallow lake filled my tears I tried to find my drowned love lost for years.
Written : January 19, 2018

by douglas pederson |
Categories: love, memory,

Riding with the winds

my soul rides upon the winds of  memories
will touch your awareness  before you sleep
carried on into your dream of togetherness
once awake it’s there for you to keep

I will speak with you before you sleep
touch your arms to be embraced
no feeling of aloneness , no need to weep
closeness remains, no ending or space

no letters to write or phone calls to make
dreams will bring you to my side
at the end of your day you may take
the memories in the winds that ride




by Ken Carroll |
Categories: inspiration, love, native american,

Native American Love Poem

I walk to you
softly upon this earth
among things great and small
remembering one great Spirit
created us all...

You walk in beauty
my eyes always seeking
the red and purple sunset
beholding in your eyes
pastel and calico I can't forget...

I dance for you at dawn
upon our bed of evening light
riding on a dark cloud
praying for your female rain
in a house of pollen I chant out loud...

Hey yaw, hey yaw

In my house of evening twilight
in our dreams made of dark clouds
you in your moccasins of dark clouds
dance your way to me
as you chant for me out loud...

Hey yaw, hey yaw...

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

by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: poems, poetry,

Bike Riding

I
used to
love riding
my bicycle; now
pain!

by Rick Zablocki |
Categories: horse,

the Icelandic Horse

Intriguing species of course
Calm demenaor, no force
Exciting to ride
Long mane, eyes hide
Active life
Never causes strife
Determined pace
I love their face
Costly to buy (but will try)
 
Home is volcanic rock
Origins Europe, don't knock
Ride gentle on oldsters like me
Steady gait you should see
Experience riding one if you can

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

Love Is A Many Splendored Thing



Love is a many splendored thing A hit song once used that title Love is a major part of all our lives The emotion that's particularly vital Vital in the health and total well being Of all creatures great and small Contentment that lasts for all eternity It's the greatest treasure of all It seems the older this old guy gets The more passionate he becomes D'ya think I might need to visit a shrink Will my addiction be overcome Riding off into the sunset with milady Yelling ride 'em cowboy, yeehaw Real true love's a many splendored thing Should make true love the law © Jack Ellison 2014

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.

by Gypsyof Essence |
Categories: adventure, beauty, boyfriend, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, happiness, life, love, morning, passion, together, uplifting,

Gypsy King

Glorious are the days we ride, my love.
You and I riding in the morning light.
Passions racing hearts are thundering.
Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky.
You and I smiling, riding together in the first light.

Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star.
Intoxicated on the morning air.
Nowhere, but here in this moment.
Glorious is the day we ride.

by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: friendship, nice,

WHO IS YOUR NEIGHBOR

My neighbor can be anyone indeed:
be loving, respectful and friendly.

I have no specific type or gender;
knock on this door and it will open.

Gloria, the red-head lady is very nice:
she can't walk and complains about pain.

Robert, the tall teen is a-journalist-to-be:
riding the bus home we discuss writing.

I am lucky to live in lovely Linderwood:
it's a beautiful place where love lives.


Written on 9/ 12/ 2015

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: fun, life, love, travel,

B i k e r s - The Acrostic n' Nonet Style

~Bikers~
(Acrostic)

Bikers love ride bike
Instead of car or bus
Keep them ready to go
Experience pleasures that only grows
Ride to work or just to race
Send thrills to bikers under the sun.



~Bikers~
(Nonet)

Bikers love ride bicycle for fun
Some ride bike to make it to work
Many enjoy doing tricks
In countryside and towns
Some take pride in bike
They love pedal
Feel the air
Riding
Bike.




Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010


May.23.2017



“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” 
- Mark Twain 



by Charles Henderson |
Categories: love,

Fire in the Night

Time…fan this raging fire.
I'm lost, flames climbing higher.
I need you here beside me,
temperature rising inside.
Burning in effigy,
riding high on the tide, 
quenching the desire.
Time…fan this raging fire. 

August 8, 2013 cghjr

by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: happiness, love, nature, travel

AIR BENDER - AIR BALLOON

Have you ever ridden in a balloon on the air?

Oh, how I remember the quiet there.

As on the currents of wind we were borne

Watching the sun rise, as from the horizon it was torn.

Riding on nature's majesty...with nary a care.



Passing o'er the desert with all its splendor

Riding the gondola, the true "Air Bender".

Seeing the hills alight with the morning sun

Carefree, quiet, having such fun.

Memories of when our hearts were young and tender.