Dark Horse Poems - Poems about Dark Horse

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Heave Me Back Home He grasped the reins across the breadth of me, recrossed his arms to control the whip and me. My heart dares not stop, lest I be tangled in the mane. Dare naught to break the...Read the rest...

Go inside the mind of a man that kills, Liking cold air bringing neck chills, the taste that brings death, also brings thrills, can you feel the feeling of when a man kills? Would you go that far...Read the rest...

I love a dark horse in the running, All feisty with so much cunning It's funny what they say you can't do Simply put, they have no clue Wonderful when it is a shock With a splattering of...Read the rest...

Daisy trips and falls apart The mysterious rider brings her back And now wonders how she ll find The way back home cause is its off the line And runs away leaving the rider alone He comes back for her...Read the rest...

He was an old Crow Indian Rejected by all his kin, That never fit in any world, But now lived among white men. He must have been near one hundred In our scale of years on earth, And acquired a wealth...Read the rest...

I love to sit on it, And ride without a saddle. It’s stronger than a stallion. Riding it makes me sweat all over, Especially down under in my Australia. I curse often about how my down under Feels when I...Read the rest...

I did not drive the roan that day, Just saddled up my old dark bay, To check out fences far afield And breathe in life with all its yield. Near border’s end I came upon A fresh, dead cow down...Read the rest...