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Famous Short Horse Poems

Famous Short Horse Poems. Short Horse Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Horse short poems

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by Matsuo Basho

Fleas lice

 Fleas, lice,
a horse peeing
 near my pillow.

by Kobayashi Issa

Hey sparrow!

 Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
 Horse is coming.

by Mother Goose

See, See

See, see! What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.

by Robert Bly

Watering the Horse

How strange to think of giving up all ambition!
Suddenly I see with such clear eyes
The white flake of snow
That has just fallen in the horse's mane!

by David Herbert Lawrence

The White Horse

 The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on
and the horse looks at him in silence.
They are so silent, they are in another world.

by John Masefield

An Epilogue

 I had seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
Ao I trust, too.

by Omar Khayyam

With going to and fro in this sad vale

With going to and fro in this sad vale
Thou art grown double, and thy credit stale,
Thy nails are thickened like a horse's hoof,
Thy beard is ragged as an ass's tail.

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man with a beard

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who sat on a Horse when he reared;
But they said, "Never mind! you will fall off behind,
You propitious Old Man with a beard!"

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Man of Nepaul

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a terrible fall;
But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
They mended that man of Nepaul.

by Mother Goose

Banbury Cross

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse.
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

by Mother Goose

The Blacksmith

"Robert Barnes, my fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?"
"Yes, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man;
There's a nail, and there's a prod,
Now, good sir, your horse is shod.

by Richard Brautigan

The Fever Monument

 I walked across the park to the fever monument.
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains.
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque read We got hot and died.

by Walt Whitman

What Place is Besieged?

 WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege? 
Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal; 
And with him horse and foot—and parks of artillery, 
And artillery-men, the deadliest that ever fired gun.

by Emily Dickinson

The Life that tied too tight escapes

 The Life that tied too tight escapes
Will ever after run
With a prudential look behind
And spectres of the Rein --
The Horse that scents the living Grass
And sees the Pastures smile
Will be retaken with a shot
If he is caught at all --

by Robert Bly

After Long Busyness

I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk.
Moon gone plowing underfoot no stars; not a trace of light! Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field? Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted.

by Rg Gregory

a koestler on the human brain

 the man and the horse and the crocodile
lay down on the couch together

the man said
this isn't going to work

the horse neighed
i love you

the crocodile
slimy as ever

neither complained nor adored

it snapped its jaws
and got on with the feast

by Omar Khayyam

The day when the celestial war-horse of the golden

The day when the celestial war-horse of the golden
stars was saddled, when the planet Jupiter and the
Pleiades were created, from that day the Divan [Chief
Justice] of destiny fixed our lot. In what respect, then,
are we guilty, since such is the part that was made
for us?

by Wang Wei


I dismount from my horse and I offer you wine, 
And I ask you where you are going and why.
And you answer: "I am discontent And would rest at the foot of the southern mountain.
So give me leave and ask me no questions.
White clouds pass there without end.

by Mother Goose

For Want Of A Nail

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

by Siegfried Sassoon

Nimrod in September

 When half the drowsy world’s a-bed 
And misty morning rises red, 
With jollity of horn and lusty cheer, 
Young Nimrod urges on his dwindling rout; 
Along the yellowing coverts we can hear
His horse’s hoofs thud hither and about: 
In mulberry coat he rides and makes 
Huge clamour in the sultry brakes.

by Richard Wilbur


 I read how Quixote in his random ride
Came to a crossing once, and lest he lose
The purity of chance, would not decide

Whither to fare, but wished his horse to choose.
For glory lay wherever turned the fable.
His head was light with pride, his horse's shoes Were heavy, and he headed for the stable.

by Emily Dickinson

How many schemes may die

 How many schemes may die
In one short Afternoon
Entirely unknown
To those they most concern --
The man that was not lost
Because by accident
He varied by a Ribbon's width
From his accustomed route --
The Love that would not try
Because beside the Door
It must be competitions
Some unsuspecting Horse was tied
Surveying his Despair

by Mother Goose

The Hobby-Horse


I had a little hobby-horse,
    And it was dapple gray;
Its head was made of pea-straw,
    Its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman
    For a copper groat;
And I'll not sing my song again
    Without another coat.

by Robert Bly

At Midocean

All day I loved you in a fever holding on to the tail of the horse.
I overflowed whenever I reached out to touch you.
My hand moved over your body covered With its dress Burning rough an animal's hand or foot moving over leaves.
The rainstorm retires clouds open sunlight sliding over ocean water a thousand miles from land.

by Robert Frost

A Time to Talk

 When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.