cowboy-western, life, love, me,
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Come and sit here by the fire
Watch the flickering firelight
Let me touch your lips with mine
Will you keep me warm tonight
I've been here reminiscing
Just feeling kind of sad
Wondering why angels love outlaws
And all the times we had
We've been through Hell together
Feeling the pleasure and the pain
Stood side by side against the world
In the sunshine and the rain
Outlaws live their lives on the edge
Their castles built with sand
Why angels fall in love with them
It's hard to understand
So while we're sitting by this fire
And thinking of all the times you cried
This outlaw loves his angel
I want you forever by my side.
by Andrea Dietrich |
dancing clumsily -
shy blue cowboy eyes smiling. . . .
he swept me away
marriage fast foreknown -
no proposal from his lips. . . .
just lots of kisses
my man of few words
tells me, “I’ll always love you”. . . .
few words are true words
For the The Story of Valentine Poetry Contest
of Olajide Adelana
by Michael Byte |
As the sun rises
a young pioneer saddles his ride.
Mounting his horse
his young bride
his love as he rides
Off to find his herd.
His proud mare
goes through the prairie
next to his barb wire.
He wonders in his mind
how far have they strayed.
How many day
must I ride.
He sings aloud
a song his herd
as he rode.
On yonder hill he sees
two cows grazing along
next to their side two young calves.
He hears their cries
as he tops the hillside.
In the green valley below
he sees his lost herd.
By michael Byte 10-9-2013
by Larry Bradfield |
He watched her walk away that day
The tears ran down his nose
Her walk was frisky from behind
She knew just how to pose
He recalled those soft summer nights
When they would ride 'til dawn
He'd rub her shoulders gently then
'Til all the ache was gone
Then they'd stand high on mountain tops
While she would breathe the air
They'd watch the world as it rolled by
Without a single care
Then hard times came and raised their head
He was forced to sell her
He was a horse breeder, that's all -
Not a wealthy feller
May 13, 2016, for contest Make Their Jaws Drop
by Sara Kendrick |
angst, cowboy-western, imagination, life
C casually stands next to his saddled horse
O openly he weeps (so) full of his remorse
W what is left of pale pink running rose that grew
B blood floods from thorn pricks he's getting his due
O oh! tangled web with his love he did weave
Y yesterday she discovered all his cowboy lies believed
by Ann Foster |
america, childhood, christmas, encouraging, endurance, jesus, love,
Gentle on My Mind
You play along the edges,
of every memory worth having.
You have been there since,
I care to look back.
I was stupid,
You… ever were patient,
kind, and slow to anger,
walking a measured gait.
You speak in a voice,
that melts my heart.
but your real words,
more often are unvoiced,
but always felt,
the fixed temperament
in the wake of users,
defilers of dreams.
You make me look up at the stars.
You make me find new paths…
You are a cold drink,
to my parched journey.
Now I no longer…
by Larry Bradfield |
I Like Your Style
Met her in a little border town somewhere south of here.
She said"If you're a cowboy, you could buy me a beer."
I said," I'll buy you rubies just to see you smile."
"Yessir, you're a cowboy and I like your style."
She had that look as if she'd known a few,
But she still looked soft and gentle, too.
I fell in love there on the spot,
How it would end I cared not.
Next morn the sun arose -
She'd been one of those
For she was gone.
Just moved on -
For Contest A Melting Snowball for Line Gauthier
by Dave McGahan |
Anyone would wish that they were immune to being embarrassed
You put your name behind something people might read, and hell,
there is no way, you have any right to even attempt to write down a poem.
That's not even you. Nothing is.
But you do it anyway. It has nothing to do with drawing attention. I think it is the exact opposite, I have all my life struggled to draw attention away from myself, and it has been easy to do so. I like that comfort zone. I love it.
Immensely. Words could never describe how much so.
by Jack Ellison |
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 Aundrea Methvin |
cowboy-western, love, love,
He knelt and prayed
He asked for a mate to help him throughout life
He asked for a friend
He beseeched for a love that would never end
What he received was more than what he had hoped for
She is stubborn beautiful kind and gentle and her fire caught his desire
She is all that he requested and more
His life will never be the same
Especially once he changes her name
She love him for him and nothing more
He is her friend and confidante and her mate
He is her everything
So the Cowboy and his Angel have each other
Fate was kind no more feather or fur
For now and throughout time
by William Robinson |
cowboy-western, husband, life, love, wedding, wife,
When someone rides the trail alone,
It's a lonely way to go,
Without a place to hitch the heart,
And without a warm, true love to know.
But when a cowboy rides the trail
With his lady by his side,
Even when the traveling's rough,
Life's trail can be a joyful ride.
So, saddle up and hit the trail,
And may your lives be ever blessed,
As you ride along, side by side,
Toward the sunset in the west.
by Joe Inka |
A cowboy is a hardened soul
When viewed by strangers eyes
A mind of honor and fortitude
A cowboy never cries
A cowboy lives with purpose, clear
His spirit can't be quelled
No hardship on Earth can take his pride
Though he rides to the edges of Hell
The cowboy is really a family man
Though affection he rarely shows
His daily toil is driven by love
and his family surely knows
A cowboy lives by a simple code
That city folk often can't see
But if you want to learn what life is about
A cowboy is something to be.
by Danielle Wise Baxter |
cowboy-western, love, me, day, me,
Cowboy take me away
where rainbows hug the sun
and the moon, beams watching us love
Cowboy take me away
to a place where the water runs up hill
and we're transported to the top where it's still
Cowboy take me away
back to that summer day the sun set on our faces
and love last forever and a day after you take me away
by MoonBee Canady |
allegory, cowboy-western, daughter, family, hope, inspirational, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, people, seasons, socialrose, yellow,
‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku # 14
A Lone Star Shone On
A Yellow Rose of Texas
and Bluebonnets Grown
by Smail Poems |
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
by Carma Sanderson |
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 Sam Ruby |
angst, art, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, butterfly, caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dance, dark, daughter, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, funny, girl, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up, happiness, humorous, inspirational, lost, lost love, nostalgia, peace, romance, romantic, sad, song, teen, time, uplifting, women, me, love, me,
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
by william martin |
cowboy-western, husband, love, marriage, sorry, wife,
Cowboys and angles fell in love
one day the angle loves the cowboy
I am a angle my boyfriend is the cowboy
forever and ever we were in love before
we got together 7 months ago
we both have had
a bad relationship before
we get togther it have been
8 months now we might fight now
and than but it is making
things work out when we fight
I fell like cring but I say that
I'm soory and make up
by MARGARITA VERA |
adventure, animals, childhood, daughter, death, fear, food, children, forgiveness, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, life, loss, love, mother, music, peace, romance, love,
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
by John Loving III |
happiness, love, me, me,
won't you be my valentine
put up with me
believe my lies
hold your nose
use blind eye's
listen to me snore
let me control the remote
most of the time
help me buy my toys
when i whine
and don't ever leave me
keep me from crying
be my valentine
for all time
by Phyllis Babcock |
He slowly dismounted his horse
As he glanced at her his soul drifted
Floating on a cloud amidst the summers heat
A vision of loveliness looking his way
His mind lingered on this breath taking beauty
He felt he was drowning in the deep ocean
Being pulled by those sea blue eyes.
He knew in that moment that she was his
Never before had he felt that magical moment
It was as if woken from a long deep dream
She smiled and the sun shone brighter
Her eyes twinkled like the starry heavens
This cowboy had just met love at first sight.
by Atour Tamrazov |
family, children, people, happy, happy,
It's a Victory Day,
It's a Holiday of our Country,
Dance: we are free and genious
Citizens of Art and Dancing
City where my father and my
Mother married many years ago,
We are free, my little girl,
Free and happy boys and girls
From the little town of Joy,
From the West of Fest
Is also the beautiful country,
Sing my baby song and rest,
Have a good time,
Smile and dance,
Shania is merry
With a cowboy and are married
In the new sense of a holiday
Of all our Big Love
As the happy people say!
by James Rasmusson |
~A Wooden Cross~
South of Lafayette on interstate 65
I saw a wooden cross.
The roadside monument,
weathered and grey,
was a tribute to a loved one
who lost his life in a car crash.
At 70 mph I only saw it for an instant,
yet it was time enough to see
the cowboy hat that proudly perched
on the weathered wooden cross.
I didn’t know the cowboy nor his wife.
I didn’t attend the funeral.
But for just an instant I felt
both the sorrow and the love that poured
from the weathered wooden cross
with cowboy hat on interstate 65.
by Joe Murphy |
I should have seen it coming
By the sad look on her face
Instead she had to say the
Right now I need some space
Standing by the open door
In her mind she's already gone
One foot tapping on the floor
To the beat of another's song.
It wasn't my first rodeo
And it ain't gonna be my last
I always get back in the saddle
but lately not as fast
Thank God there's a lot more
Than riders at each show
Less broken bones than
For those who love the rodeo.
But my daddy always told me
Steer clear of the rodeo queens
Cos they ain't nuthin but
Dressed up in tight blue jeans.
by Janille James |
cowboy-western, faith, happiness, hope, peace, me, life, me,
Lord, help me to understand you more and more.
Help me to appreciate the gifts of life as I explore.
So many times I've put doing my will about yours.
Please turn my heart towards your forever love.
Lord, help me to live the way you ask me to love.
And to love the way you ask me to live.
Dear God, I pray to you on my bended knees.
Hear my cry.
My urgent need for you.
Let me see you in all things.
Give me life anew.
Teach me to listen.
Teach me to be kind.
Lord, strengthen me that I might find.
The road that leads me closer to you everyday.
I beg you
Show me the way!
----By Janille James----