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Horse Death Poems | Death Poems About Horse

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

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Details | Free verse |

They Hang Horses, Don't They

They Hang Horses, Don't They?

Once a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to  notice
A scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting
they were led up the ramp
built like a stairway to heaven
There was never any 
last minute salvation
No 'Pegasus' wings that
sprouted from the withers
Hooves crossed on the chest 
each was duly blest
and I wonder if each
mistook the noose for
a lasso around its neck
With one somb're bell a'ringing
The hangman pulled the lever
'There are no last minute requests
for horses being executed'

Justice done again?
yet it seems
in the equine world
hanging has served 
as no deterrant
Inherant in all horses
is an urge to 
throw their masters.


Details | Cowboy |

I'll Go a Ridin' No More

I’ll go a ridin’ no more through blue stem or chaparral,
Just lead my horse to pastures of green.
I’ll watch those rose ruby suns ease on past the ol’ corral—
Think back on the things I’ve done and seen.

Oh, you can’t go on a ridin’ for all your livelong days—
You’ve got to know when to settle down.
You’ll gently pet your ol’ horse as you put her out to graze
And soon life won’t seem so bad in town.

But when blue bonnets and the high plains send their callin’ card,
Your restless feet start to feel that itch.
Then it don’t matter if you’re stove-up or your butt is lard—
That feelin’ calls to the poor and rich.

Just once more I’ll go a ridin’ in the sorrel and sage—
Testin’ my ol’ horse for all it’s worth.
And I know that time cannot stop me, even at my age,
From ridin’ free of the reins of earth. 


Details | Rhyme |

In the Meadow

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop , Drip Drop!
I can't seem to hear the Clip, Clop!
So off I run with a little Hip-Hop!


In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
As I near, my Heartbeat gives a Stop!
My Stomach does the tightest Flip-Flop!

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
I howl on seeing the Butcher's Shop!
Onto the Meadow grass, I Slip-Slop!

To Witness the Unbearable Chop!
Blood of my Horse, Drip Drop!


Details | Free verse |

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

To  tame a horse in freezing winter 

One plays a childish "hide and seek" 

Caress its mane with future spring 

and kiss the hazel moist with love.


Distract its pain with sandy gallops 

Along the turquoise dreams of freedom 

And while you heal the reddish wound 

Recount the legend of the horse with wings.

 
There won't be saddles only clouds 

That sometimes shed rainbows of tears 

As darkness falls on killing fields 

My soul is neighing as echoes cry...

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Details | Rhyme |

The Four Horsemen of the Amockalypse

At the sound of the first horn, the joke becomes ill,
And there is just no amount of comedic skill,
That can hide its indecency, but try he will,
And despite its poor taste, he will use it still.

Upon the second horn, The Heckler appears,
And the joke is now met with insensitive jeers,
“Is that all you’ve got?!” he does scoff as he sneers,
And upon confrontation he sits there and leers.

The third horn is sounded and Silence arrives,
And of applause and of laughter he cruelly deprives,
Starving the joke of the food he derives,
From the merriment upon which every joke thrives.

The last horn is sounded and the final death stroke,
Is dealt upon our poor unfortunate joke,
He lets out a wheeze and gives a small choke
And at last did our poor whimsy finally croak.

‘Tis the end of the line for our jolly old friend,
And there is no amount of first aid that could mend,
The injuries to what the comedian penned,
For our tired joke has met its sweet end.


Details | Couplet |

Shadows of Crazy Horse- Tashunka Witco

my horse runs freely wild                                                                                            my curls run like a river's child                                                                                   into mad battle run arror spear gun                                                                               through his shirt blood did not run                                                                             until they came for the Gold hills                                                                                    to run his horse once more freely to fulfill                                                                       as by his own blood his runs betrayed                                                                             a spirit quenched by a greedy stave


Details | Couplet |

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-


Details | Free verse |

Apocalypse Risen

Moon light impotent Stables darkness impenetrable For only the horseman may enter Those without souls do find their way World will end by hand of few men Those incompetent of compassion and caring The ones who look out only for their heir While suffering and strife consume A time will come when the mass will form Breaking the barriers, seemingly impervious Where all may have what they do need Water, love, home and seed Until such time, which may never appear Stables darkness will remain Its halls quite For the four horses are being ridden today


Details | Quatrain |

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Famine comes upon black horse 
fillin the gullet o’ Deaythe’s strife.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life
Power swings War’s blood red swuird
the weak an’ the old suffice.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Conquest raises mighty bow
crownin’ Kings with rare delight.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s just the price o’ life
on pale horse the banshee rides
binna matter what your fief.

In deayth we fertilize the field
Life is aw an’ Deaythe's real.

*In the style of Robert Burns


Details | Verse |

Black Carriage

Death's dark angel
Black carriage drives
Collecting lives
Final rewards

The carriage has
Matching horses
Pulling courses
All of them black

Death follows you
All of your life
Toil and strife
Can't escape Him

When it's their time
They all object
There's no respect
Everyone dies

Thanatos rides
The Banshees cry
Valkyries fly
None of them care



Mark Halliday
Ride a Pathya Vat contest - Carriage theme
5 Aug 2014


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