death, horse, love, soldier, war,
by Tom Cunningham |
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.
by Andrea Dietrich |
unbridled it gallops to
its final frontier
Dec. 26, 2016 For THE TROIKA (Haiku with hooves) Contest of John Lawless
by Ernest Robles |
poems, poetry, poets,
I SAW the death creep three hooves and a beat!
A pregnant silence above violins stressed
strings--||dancing frets ~~~~~~~
A gnome drunk-walk scattering blackbirds
and neon-lit billboards ;a humid Mother Earth
(with no protection)
vaginal-air of sleepy fatigued wooden scents
Post-rain meltdown exhaustion sleeps
in hungry-soil love.
But the gnome cries, "I've no reflection
to redeem...no troll to toll beneath
fire-speaking coins upon my eyes!
Make the Earth Scream. Make the Soul dream.
It is eating me!
:: ~ ::
by Patricia Cresswell |
bereavement, , Lullaby,
I wish, one time, to ride
across the years to you
upon the back of the coal black mare
whose hooves are indigo hue
once there I’ll hang about your neck
hold you fast to me;
make you swear on our true love
you’ll ne’er return to the sea.
by Rick Viljoen |
beautiful, character, encouraging, endurance, hero,
I’m a tiny human flicker
In whirling winds, losing light quicker
My flame glows glum, think I’m really done.
I’m a frail glade blossom, that in free air moves
Unexpected thundering mammals stomp with plundering hooves
I’m in the dirt, in a breathless stun.
I’m dropped in a boundless ocean
A collective being notion, passionate movement of erotion
Powerful sheet of love, hardest rocks my waves shun
Mountain of a spirit, sturdy in every little stone
Fortress of standing wisdom, timeless, never alone
Striving to transcend: hard to climb and only reached by some.
@Facebook: Mr Writes
by Kim Merryman |
autumn, horse, love, moon,
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
by Rollo West |
Thunder roars on plain
Not thunder storm, but
Hooves Of buffalo
by Bozhidar Pangelov |
love, romantic, night, people, night, people,
When I come back, Belen,
the moon will be whole.
I’ll jump over the fence,
in front of the door I’ll stand
with my heart in hands.
Mad heart, mad heart
at the night for burning.
You will go out, Belen,
will you go out,
my skin is white,
the eyes are black.
My horse is beating hooves
in the flint. Let it beat.
A wave is beating into the shore.
Let it beat.
Three hundred people are crying.
Will three hundred people cry
for my blood red.
Mad heart, mad heart
at the night burnt.
I’ll be back, Belen.
And let nobody knows me!
by A.E. Rivenbark |
lost love, love,
A wild mustang blew over the steppe, a solitary
Pale rider rushing over the chest planes to greet me
Engulfing, stampeding through sharp wicked valleys
And emotions were herded into a bone corral
Slamming the gates against this Dun Stallion’s
hips, while he frothed at these invisible bits
Dusty huffs, wheezing breaths,
The rails splintering under his sharp teeth
Hooves hammering thoughts homeless, for
And that last nail to hold him from freedom, from me
Faltered, as my ribs caved in
And he drifted off again
by Sidra Firdous |
A swarm of longings flanking like bees
around the tree that once stood free
Stole it's fruits, shoots were torn,
It stood bare while the bees scorned
Bees needled around the shred roots-
as nails hammered in the hooves
Ate the roots, sucked the life,
No breath was left, no branch to survive
The bareness, The death and cause so small,
A tree of fruit is victim to all
A wave of wind then slightly kicks,
Feeling no brown but only bricks
Never it saw this eerie sight,
The fruitful tree fell off the might..
by M. L. Kiser |
character, christmas, flying, fun, funny, technology,
Santa Claus came into town,
Riding ruby red techno-
digital sleigh complete with
iPad, iPhone too.
His reindeer flying beside
Him for effect, they refused
to retire and kids do love
to hear hooves on rooves.
by M. L. Kiser |
animal, appreciation, horse, nature,
I hear the thunder of distant hooves, beating the dry earth.
Equine spirits caught and trained, to work with humans.
Some entertain, some labor; others become our closest friends.
Note: I'm disturbed at the rate of destruction of your wild horses in America. These beautiful and loving beings love and serve humanity and it seems their reward is to be slaughtered by the system; an unfair trade off for horses generosity. We must do all that we can to preserve them, rather than destroy them.
by Beryl Edmonds |
animal, horse, love,
Two horses talking in a field one day
One said to the other "let's run away"
"But where would we sleep"
"And what would we eat"
"Under the stars, eat? I just wanna play.
So they galloped off as quick as they could
And in a wood they found a cosy nook
Hitherto, the pair
Launched a love affair
There stood in the wood hooves were stirred and shook.
Consequentially came a little foal
A most handsome colt to make their world whole
Then came another
And many other
A herd with no population control.
by Jai Garg |
Lady Spider weaving her web again;
Powerful stories surfing on the net.
Hostess - protecting anchors around
Trail Blazer, accosting melodic sound.
Wonder now, what traps she spins.
Boomerang, those frailed legs wantonly pin.
Hideous grips, Neo Geometric moves,
Tempting shots, another day, type cast hooves.
True DNA, we ought to meet,
Face to face on grass luscious green;
Fencing brainstorm, Vedic games:
Who lost and who reigns supreme.
Mark words; the destiny song sings,
Limpid Plangent the oasis rings:
Grasshoppers play their fiddle well.
She spider fries her tale: and it sells.
by Michael Bell |
dream, fantasy, love, sleep,
Mutation of Love
Slumbered in her beauty, drifting away,
Sleeping with dreams of distant stay
Memories turn to melody thoughts
Pleasant smiles behind shut eyes.
Appearing the duke at princess side,
Giggle in sleep with much to hide.
Pounding the drums like horses hooves,
Silence the heart as tear drops loom.
Forever the dream for not to cease,
Awake not, fear the moment end.
Living the prominence of emotion,
Experience love in joyful mutation.
by Daniel Miltz |
Frigid week in winter clock
The frosty welcomes me with a sock
Winter cold caress me fine
Blowing ice air in wind pine
I feel old pleasant memory flashback
Bring to mind, my childhood home sack
Bitter wind blows, snowflakes spread
'Bout my head, in my frosty attic bed
Love this kind of coldness
Laying in the darkness
Pitch black with surround sound
The fresh cold of winter around 'n abound
My hooves smooch the cold, hard floor
The warmth of the blanket, adore
Is all I need for my dreams lofty
And thoughts to sandman frosty
by Davor Miljkovic |
Such a lazy beast
Even if lightning struck me
I still wouldn't move
And yet when I see her come
My hooves start stomping the ground
by Leon Enriquez |
Ask ample aplomb
Blooming bounty bombs
Clever charm churns cheer
Describe deep dance dear
Etch explores endings
Flavours forge feelings
Glimpse grand gracious grooves
Healthy hurling hooves
Impact inks icy
Just joy joins jumpy
Keep keepsake kindly
Love listens lovely
Meek moist moments meet
Nurture nature neat
Oomph offers obsess
Potent play process
Query quotient quaint
Rich rapture restraints
Savour sanguine sweet
Thrill timely touch treats
Use urgent union
Voice vibrant vision
Wise words work wealthy
eXpress ends empty
Yonder yielding yes
Zealous zooming zest
22 October 2015
by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
animal, dedication, destiny, devotion, power,
There is a celestial movement in our blood streams. A bird of hope singing in my rib cage. Choking on Holy Ghost ashes, I carry on this journey that is my life. Onward driven. Upon cloven hooves we ran, up the mountain on our sanctified paths to absolution. Upon elder cross we bled. Shedding dead skin. Eyes illuminated. She, the guardian of my heart. Devotion rests in steady palms. I have no fear within me,… For we forge our lives together as one. Brutish savagery is my hunger for you, for your love. Yet I harness it with total control. Gently I reside beside you, with total control. Animal instincts are deafening within my mind. Yet I stay silent, and hang on your every word.
by Carol Louise Moon |
I'm in love with this little goat
so small and pale,
frightened and frail--
afraid of his own shadow. Note
his nervous hooves. When cool winds blow
he ducks his head,
heads for his shed
by the church house in the meadow.
by Sierra Teadt |
As the horse's hooves struck the earth with such force
Kim and the animal went around and around the course
With wind blowing through both their hair
They looked just like a perfect pair
The girl and the horse shared the greatest love
It sure was something to be proud of
But at the end of their busy day
It was time for both of them to hit the hay
by David Bose |
adventure, fear, life,
On bovine hooves death thunders near
Along Pamplona cobblestones:
Fleet, snorting brutes with thrashing horns
Enrich my life through coursing fear.
My frantic sprint lends throbbing heart
As death stampedes on bovine hooves;
One slip, a fall, could spell my doom—
True love for life does dread impart!
December 6, 2016
Flirt Poetry Contest
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by Kewayne Wadley |
i love you, love,
hooves echoing against the ground.
His eyes met with a certain lass.
Joyful at heart.
His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility.
He thought of his coat.
She fit him perfectly. Extending his brow
Exchanging passing glance.
There wasn't a register in sight
Nor a cashier to exchange currency.
She partook in his small town stare
Granting a smile that made his horse stop dead in its tracks.
He shot his horse
Placing his hat on the coat rack in her eye
by Vernon Witmer |
March you wooden miniatures,
Sullen and stoic all.
Bend the band with iron hand,
Heed your master’s call.
Lambs and cattle, herds no matter,
Flocks and docks and drops of rain.
With massive moods and thundering hooves,
And castle walls of pain.
Gates withstand this hour of sand,
And moods of life sublime.
For cobbled stony roads of pride,
The cost is but your time.
Wars and whores and bedtime snores
Surround us in profusion.
Sleep sedates as love awaits
Beyond all life’s confusion.
So march you wooden miniatures
Like candles lit on cake.
Many of number waiting in slumber
To dance your endless wake.
by Caren Krutsinger |
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
But I do not want to be grimy
Wish I was a salamander, slimy
You’re a piglet. You should love mud said Dad.
Dirty soiled hooves and hair should not make you mad.
Let him be said Mom. He is his own best pig.
For her my identity was important, truly big.
Daddy backed off from his far away boy.
Giving this piglet a renewed sense of joy.