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Horse Inspirational Poems | Inspirational Poems About Horse

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

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Details | Free verse |

SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Light Poetry |

Unicorns are they Legend or Fact dedicated to PD

Creature of myths and legends
most deny that you ever exist
yet time after time you reappear
history the world wide names you

Depicts you with spiral single horn
gleaming white starry coat
its said only in a virgin you trust
when you will lay your head

In her lap as she tames
your ferocity and wildness
only then can you be caught
yet should we capture you?

Is it not best to leave you free?
some things are best left alone
never to be proved as fact
I know I believe you to be real

Yet a wondrous creature living hidden
that forever free and wild should be
allowed to roam in our minds and hearts
bringing hope and joy to future generations

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for PD's contest written 06/11/2013

The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that resembles a white horse with a large, pointed, spiralling horn projecting from its forehead, and cloven hooves. First mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness.
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Details | Rhyme |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 



©2013 Honestly JT


Details | Couplet |

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
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Free verse |

THE DUKE

A lone rider sits high in the saddle,
As the horizon's sunrise spreads across,
The open prairie.
Twin pearl handed pistols rest at his side,
As rusty spires clang against wooden planks,
At the deadwood saloon.
Legends cowboys whisper his name,
On the dry desert winds,
A giant of a man whom breathed
Life again into the legacy,
 Of the old west.
His side swagger's walk trademark
On the larger than a life screen.
The duke truly represents the great 
American hero on horse back.
Six shooters drawn at high noon's 
Count down,
John Wayne's the trail dusts equalizer,
He always remained on the right side,
Of tin stars law.
The tumble weeds rolls along a dirt path,
As tall cactus stand on an arried canvas,
Life here is harsh and mean,
Where only the strong survive.
Bold individuals with the inner
Strength against god's forbidden land.
Harden men whom lived by one simple,
Rule I will do what ever it takes
To stay alive.
He'll join the ghost riders,
Forever driving the lords herds
Across the grand divides vast
Prairie sky’s as the sunsets
In the old west.
Alone figure rides high in saddle,
Set against a legends back drop,
Hell bound for glory,
In a cloud of gun smokes fog,
Behold the duke emerges,
With his hat on straight
And gun at the ready.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | I do not know? |

Bravery

 The War Horse what an amazing
 animal, true beauty and bravery
 intertwined.

 It's not his fight yet
 he does not take flight.

 On the battle field his true
 colours are revealed, this 
 magnificent beast is not about
 to yield.

 Loyal and fearless, full gallop
 towards the front line he strides.
 The enemy not knowing what to 
 make of this valour and might.


Details | I do not know? |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


Details | Didactic |

The Coming of The Horsemen

Galloping, galloping from beyond the world’s end,
From the hand of God, the message they send.
Faint and distant, like the ticking of the clock
Man’s  indiscretions, the gate to unlock.

Galloping, galloping the closer they come.
Punishment and judgment, weighing the sum.
Wielding the sword and bearing the scale,
Our sentence it rides upon the horse pale.

Galloping, galloping hooves beating thunder
With tears and moans, our world is asunder
The horse of red is awaiting its cue.
The horsemen cometh for me and for you.

Galloping, galloping to deliver our fate.
To stop this madness, are we too late.
From the deepest place in our hearts, we should say,
To the ones next to us, “Forgive me, Forgive me, Forgive me, I pray.”



Details | Imagism |

gone to chase the liberty of truth

"gone to chase the liberty of truth.
these walls come crashing down.
theres a fire among us all.
were all going to die once more."

ashes fall as everyone falls
hold your breath  this not the place for a filty dirty whore
this is no game this is not the time to look pretty in fame
tonight is the event and your in it
the burning ashes come alive in flames to takes us all away

STOP THE MADNESS
STOP THIS PAIN
YOU PLAYED UR GAME
YOU TOLD GOD LIES
AND WERE THE ONES TO SUFFER?

this time you wish u did nothing wrong
wishing  u could have bailed but its just too late
this time WERE going to make it right
this time your going to die tonight

cry out theres something wrong
tears fall as everyone falls
TAKE AWAY ALL YOUR DRUNKEN SORROWS
TONIGHT WERE GOING TO BREAK!

dance for your last breath.
show him  what we are made of
not a life would had been  spent
wasnt for that filty dirty whore

woundering what you did wrong
sometimes it feels you took to  long
to think every thing is going to be fine?
one night you wish you can make it right
this time you’ll find you did everything wrong

tonight is the time
tears fall as everyone falls
your going to cry
were all going to die
were all going to die in shame
thinks to the cover up blond
were all going to die once more



theres a time to tell
that theres nothing left anymore
hell is place you never wanna be

theres a broken piece that has been dugged in side
for the hope one night everything is coming back to life

show us what ur made for!


bust out  the chains and the horse shoes
cry out you have nothing to lose
bust out the chains and the horse shoes
one night you’ll find you have everything to lose

gone to chase the liberty of truth.
these walls come crashing down.
theres a fire among us all.
were all going to die once more....

theres a time to tell
that theres nothing left anymore
to hear your lies i got news for you honey
hell is place you never wanna be

there is a broken piece that has been dugged in side
just hoping for  one night everything to come back to life.
go


Details | I do not know? |

By A Lone Cowboys Hand

Upon the page forever bound, the wagering of life will be found,
Where those words are gathered in paper and ink and bring a cowboys life to the brink
Of wit and charm with a cowboys creed, what’s on his back is all he’ll need,
For those turns in life that unfold, like a horse that he couldn’t hold.
His wild eyes would test his fate, with quick sharp hooves his teeth bared with hate.
Or a more subtle gander into life so told where he could walk on land, not branded or sold.

Find a friend not easily made, standing alone when he has strayed 
To a place where he shouldn’t be,
And with in his eyes all he’ll see 
Of life and early death,
Beside a friend until his final breath.

The pages are bursting with emotion and wit, the knowledge of where he got most of it.
Feeling the breath of a horse rode down. Hearing the spurs as they strike the ground.
Smelling the leather and sweat of a hard days ride.
Knowing they have done more than just tried.

Horns that gore a pony that he was on, artistically maneuvered in words and drawn,
To make you feel the at painful fall,
The reality of a mad cows bawl
All etched into words and forever bound to a book of silence,
If not read now sound will fill the mind and souls with imaginations of prairies and knolls, 
And mountains where cattle hide with no brand burnt upon their hide

You are drawn into a life where men were free, and shaped by the land like they ought to be.
 Lives that were whittled and chiseled into long hard days,
The force of mother nature and the changing of ways 
Bring alive the west, we now read and hear. The wisdom behind the handmade gear.

Cowboys North and South, bring knowledge and hence are a powerful part of evidence, that the Grit of Smokey, Flint and Sand where brought to life by a Lone Cowboys hand.
From cover to cover you are woven into the past and live with the cowboys the author has cast,
Turning each page so you could read on 
Knowing the emotions and feelings along 
With the horses and cowboys names.
Brought to life by one man,
Will James.


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