These Cowboy Beautiful poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Cowboy Beautiful poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
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
Lovely little ladybug
Lovely little thing
Lovely little melody
Made from simple dreams
You think you know all you see
But nothing is ever as it seems
You don’t know much of anything
'Cause this Worlds much bigger than you or me
But don’t you worry Little one
We have the skies and we have the Sun
You have my heart now take my Hand
And we can ride to our promise Land
laying in your bed
the permanent ring in the
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already
A beer bottle restin up against my lips
Got his right hand layin across my hips
Have on my cowgirl boots and his cowboy hat
His messy T-shirt and my ripped blue jeans
And theres no where else I would rather be
Were laying out in the bed of his truck
We look to the sky and pray for luck
We watch as the stars all dance for us
Here we are free to be ourselves
And don't have to worry about anyone else
This is where he said girl, I wanna make you mine
So will you take my heart and baby take my time
Yeah this is where I am meant to be
The memory keeper respectfully scribes this euology to Georgia's sweetest peach.
Over three decades ago on a warm spring day, displayed was not emotion, but the
"Mrs. American Beauty"s portrait. It ain't so until I see for myself, so I took a look.
She looked mighty fine, no need to be hidden behind what the rest of the world saw.
Now I can tell them that picture on the wall wasn't the best one of all. I remember
Better ones I no longer have. At sixteen she wore a long white dress with a dozen
Red roses and a piece of paper tied with a red ribbon. I salute the proud woman
Standing tall dressed blue. Later a mother without makeup holds me in her arms.
She holds my brother's hand as he wore a cowboy suit and hat.
The Southern Belle of the Ball is still on the wall with the brown curls cut and dyed
The dark of night. I remember rides in boats and her notes floating in the air filled
With seagulls cries and they ask why the song bird was put in a cage.
Thrice engaged she kept on ringing the wedding bells until Hell's rage killed her,
Fueling the fire into the Devil's words. Her beautiful heart was heavy with so many
Epithets. She missed her second Dad and a boy in a cowboy hat.
No more words to sing as her loving lungs collapsed, as she headed for God's
Forgiving Heaven, toe-tagged Jane Doe, nobody special. Everyone should have
Known she was June like her birth month. Beautiful inside. A warm summer night.