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Horse Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Horse

These Horse Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Horse. These are the best examples of Horse Couplet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Horse From Mars

HORSE FROM MARS

It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

   ~SKAT~
       &
(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST


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Steel Horse Wings of Feather

It took me a steel horse with wings of feather
To ride me through heavy thunder clouds

Through troubles and struggles it led me..
Knowing there would be sunshine behind those heavy clouds

Riding on top of black and darkened storm clouds
Knowing at some point I needed to dive into it

The steel horses`armored exterior withstood it all..
Hail,lightning,furious turbolence combined with unhuman forces

Sunlight drying me face as my steel horse leads me out of it
Now wings of feather takes over,and smoothly we drift towards the sun..


A.Ertsland
September 9th 2012


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My to-do list

I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire

Done many things in my short life
My twenty todo list did cause me strife

Wanted to walk on wings flying way up above
My bravery ran out they had to give me a shove

I did it, i perused the land from on high
What a beautiful thing, this variable sky

Back to the circus ring, my stomach did flip
Thoughts of why the heck did i think of this

Brought out this Black Stallion with nostrils aflare
Grabbed hold of his mane he gave me a stare.

We hadnt even started yet
my hands they did sweat

Then I saw the large ring, no flames afire
Wanted to slink  off and forget i was here

As I got up close my nostrils held that smell
The oily rags lit up were as hot as hell

Lit up was like a giant firework display
Riding through it, oh my did i pray

The horse didnt flinch  as I fell around his neck and cried
Thank you Black Stallion for being a safe steed




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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


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THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

THIS IS HOW LIFE FEELS WHEN YOU GET TO BE MY AGE

I have a general philosophical  precept
Life is in general a bowl of cherries except 
When someone stabs me in the back who didn’t oughta
From a completely unexpected quarter
I mean it’s ok if some dude whom I don’t like or trust
Has a go at me and feels he must
But if my wife tells me I continually bug her with my fidgets 
And then she  runs off with a team of one-legged circus midgets
Or my kids sell their hand-bound volumes of my poems
To buy a ton of horse manure to mix with the garden loams
And even the cat turns down my offer of warm milk
To go next door and sleep on sheets of silk
Or if a poetry contest excludes me simply because my name 
Is unacceptable, maybe because I am black, or lacking in fame, 
Or because I’m Methodist, and  gay, and Republican, and from  East Lansing,
Then I say to myself, well  here’s the thing:
If, along with my poem entry, I’ve  slipped in fifty bucks,
Well then  how can I be excluded?  I mean shucks  -
Rules is rules but when I’ve already paid to be in the winners’ list
I feel I have the right,  and  I just gotta insist,  
Cos midgets and fidgets don’t amount to squat
And sheets of silk or loads of horse manure is a lot
But  my name’s my pride and joy and I am proud to add it
(But I fear to do it again in this contest or I’ve had it),
So in this contest I will remain anonymous
Though I guess the details writ here are just about synonymous 
With a name  I do not dare speak  - at risk of exclusion
But I’m pretty sure this extra fifty bucks will lessen the confusion.
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Written  - with great affection -  for
Nancy Jones's   Contest 	"This is how life feels when you get to be my age..."


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A Summer Couplet

~~ My dappled, spotted horses are running free and wild, on a day full of summer breezy wind, they prance, dance and glide. ~~ June 14, 2013 Couplet For the contest, A Summer Couplet


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Equus Poeticus Variabilis

I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch

sometimes they find water, sometimes 
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean

over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, 
like a computer’s command mode

taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves

and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun

overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.

This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead 

in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading 

me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever. 


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Dark Horse in the Running

I love a dark horse in the running,
All feisty with so much cunning 

It's funny what they say you can't do
Simply put, they have no clue 

Wonderful when it is a shock
With a splattering of talent and luck 

Everyone doubts your skill,
They have no idea of your will

Listen to the message they send,
They will be standing at the end

Color that desire stunning 
I love a dark horse in the running


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Royal Ascot



Ladies dress up, looking their best
Pretty clothes carefully chosen to impress

Perfumed and pretty the ladies in high heels
Their menfolk  look keen and prepare to do deals

It’s Ladies Day, at Ascot,  an important event
For spending one’s money and not paying the rent

The crowd bubbles and cheers with tipsy excitement
And champagne overflows with the toffs and the titled

The royals parade for the eager crowd
Top hats lifted and cheering out loud.

The fine horses parade jogging proudly around
Whilst trainers give jockeys instructions out loud

Bookmakers sing out the odds for the punters
Whilst tic tac men send secret codes to their funders

Favourites are picked for substantial bets
Whilst outsiders are chosen by those with large debts
 
The stalls are opened and the horses surge out
Whips crack, and the jockeys yell curses to their mounts

The favourite pushes through almost effortlessly
And the no hopers go backwards for all to see

The favourite is a winner just by a nod
And the crowd cheers and eagerly collect their huge wads

For the beaten it is a day to try to forget
And the losing tickets flutter down with regret

The racegoers journey back home, fortunes spent
Whilst their ladies plan for next year’s event


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Death Rides

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-

Run away, his red flame mane-
Unto all it is in vain-

For unto death, knows no laws-
Cannot tell, humanly flaws-

He rides in darkness every night-
Vain it is to run or fight-

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-


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