Cowboy Beach Poems | Cowboy Poems About Beach
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My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
I’m building castles in the sand
on the shores of a grey, grey sea.
The clouds have gathered overhead
and the shells are wave-washed clean.
Footprints wander down the shore
of the vast and vacant sea,
the waves are buffing them away
and turning the sand sateen.
Beyond the berm and the waving grass
inked upon the setting sun,
someone sits in a house of glass
as sand through fingers runs.
I’m watching seabirds dodge the stars
when the waves reflect the moon
and pulling seaweeds from the rocks
they drearily festoon.
And the sand’s run out of the fingers now,
and the drink’s run out of the cup;
the house of glass is quiet now,
all the shutters drawn up.
Copyright © Ashley Poort | Year Posted 2011
The Lonely Cowboy
I think I'll pack it in & buy a pickup head out to L.A.
A seed that I planted in this pile of debris has suddenly blown away
Borrowed pews to sing the blues while wearing blue suede shoes
We we look out on the range to see what needs to be done
The lonely cowboy goes undercover in a world full of feathers
A storm outside was brewing do you all know what your doing
His horse has discovered an exit stage left
Took a shovel out to lift up the cows chips
Looking outside he whistles a delightful tune
He sheds a single tear to help numb the pain
Outside in the rain while the coyotes would howl
The lonely cowboy would so often look to the horizon
The distant desert was barren next to the range
A whole host of buzzards would fly overhead what a scene
He's a drifter alone with no folks to help by any means
He lost his family in the great flood what a nervous regime
Could there be any hope for a dude hanging on a string
Suddenly the heavens explode to let freedom ring
Softly & delicately the cowboy sings a voice of rash circumstance
He prepares for the great dance that's right in front of him
Having a lone stray dog that he received as a young pup
The cowboy chooses to fade out of the scene
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2016