Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Cowboy Dream Poems | Cowboy Poems About Dream

These Cowboy Dream poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Dream. These are the best examples of Cowboy Dream poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Cowboy | |

A cowboys tears

         A COWBOYS TEARS.     

   A cowboys hat is worn with pride his buckle with pride. 
   Took a big wall of blood sweat an pain to get this far
    Pain from a broken ride long forgotten but fresh in his mind
     And the tears he cries for the one he left behind
     The lonely road he travels alone chasing the dream and competing to be rodeos number one.
   Rodeos of glory an hardship were tuff is the only way
    Friends an fans respecting god an asking for safety
    When he prays for the ride he makes tonight it could
    Make or break him it's all on the line dreams as a child
     Of being a cowboy all rest on his shoulders .

  His spirt thrives for the rush of the ride never willing to stop
   Wanting to go to the finals an see his name on top hang on 
   Tight an make the ride cowboy up just like your hero lane frost.
           Sincerely Tim kegley

Details | Rhyme | |

An Angel in My Dreams

I see you standing in the moonlight 
Across the prairie fields 
A stetson pulled down o'er your eyes 
A thoroughbred at your heels 

A shadow cast upon the ground 
Your silhouette I see 
Standing tall, alert and sure 
You seem to watch for me

I stand in wait, you tip your hat
And into the saddle slide 
As you close the distance in between 
A tear wells in my eye 

You've rode through streams and flatlands 
Crossed o'er the mountains steep 
You kept your word and came for me 
My heart is yours to keep 

We ride off into the moonlight 
Too perfect though, it seems 
It's then I wake and realize 
You're just an angel in my dreams

Details | Cowboy | |

Horse Dream

All my life, from day one it seems,
owning a horse has consumed my dreams.
I was intrigued with horses right from the start 
and the four-hoofed critters captured my heart.

I would wear a little western hat of felt 
and two cap pistols on my plastic gun belt.
Then I’d straddle a stick from our pile of wood 
and ride that “horse” around the neighborhood.

Later on, when I was a grade school tyke,
I’d visualize a horse when I rode my bike.
I’d pretend I was taking a horseback ride 
as I pedaled across the desert countryside.

This dream didn’t stop even in high school,
for I was still a horse-loving fool.
I lived in town and hung out with the cool gang 
but the car I drove was a Ford Mustang.

For years I labored in the city grind, 
but horses always lingered in the back of my mind.
Finally I decided to pursue my own course 
and went out and bought myself a real live horse.

I kept my equine dream alive 
and my one little horse soon became five.
It’s incredible how much money I spend 
but I don’t want my horse dream to ever end.

Details | Sijo | |

Ponies Trampling Snorted Dreams -

               Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
            Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
                 Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints.

Details | Cowboy | |

A Cowboy Remembers 9/11

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 

New York’s a far piece to ride to,
But folks all know what happened that day—
When those twin towers both came down
And there wasn’t much left then to say.

There’s always some that mean you harm,
Out on the range or down by the creek—
And there’s a time to take a stand
And not to just turn the other cheek.

There are those that only want talk—
And those that say we should cut and run—
But that ain’t my America—
Americans always get things done!

A strong purple haze is rising
From the plains and cities of the earth—
It’s called American spirit—
It now reclaims the rights of our birth.  

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11.