Love Poems About Horses or Horses Love Poems
by Daniel Cheeseman |
Categories: seastars,

Sailors Follow

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

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,

Beware, the Wayward Heart

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,

Return To Wagon Wheel

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,

Tribute To 'Navaho Madonna'

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

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

by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: family, friendship, health, husband, native american, passion, peopleme, me,

My Blessings...

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,

Broken Horses

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

"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
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,

Thirsty Clutch

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

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

It's No Poppy Field

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

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©

**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 Goddess of the Zodiac

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

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
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
able to see 
true life
once more.

Robert J. Lindley, free verse

by Robyn Campbell |
Categories: horse,

Running Horses

Twilight is coming
after munching on meadow
horses love to run

by Desvin Umberger |
Categories: beautiful, happiness, love, metaphor, romantic, summer, winter,




Sun beams like Hot Choclate on a blue day...

Soft silky and smooth on your skin...



Butterflies softly floating like falling feathers in the wind...

Gently gliding gracefully over the bright green grass...



Eyelashes brush against your cheek like soft snowflakes on your face...

Fingertips flit freely across your arm...



Together playfully prancing like horses running wild...

Spinning tops twiling tenderly....



Wishes whispered wimsically like pixies playing hopscotch...

Softly calling quietly,

I love you!

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 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

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,

Courtly Love

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,

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.

by Carma Sanderson |
Categories: cowboy-western, lost love, old, old,

Like Wild Horses, and Worn Out Cowboy Boots

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,

She Lived, Shared, Loved

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 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.