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Famous Pony Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Pony poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous pony poems. These examples illustrate what a famous pony poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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...his strength
but with his weakness,
to kill us
not with his health
but with his sickness.
Pet, spitfire, blue-eyed pony,
here is a new note
I want to pin on your door,
though I am ten years late
and you are nowhere:
Tell me,
are you stillmistress of the valley,
what trophies drift downriver,
why did you keep me waiting?...Read more of this...
by Kunitz, Stanley



...esses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And gigglers, God knows, gigglers, rivaling the pony whinnies of the Livery Stable Blues.

Cowboy rags and ****** rags. And boys driving sorrel horses hurl a cornfield laughter at the girls in dresses, summer-white dresses. Amid the cornet staccato and the tuba oompa, gigglers, God knows, gigglers daffy with life’s razzle dazzle.

Slow good-night melodies and Home Sweet Home. And the s...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
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What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore, 
The woman now is-elsewhere-whom the ambling pony bore, 
And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore....Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas
...the
Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar
of the city at his bronze feet.
A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with
long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they
hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their
pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight
and into the dawn....Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...o are the Mississippi Valley ghosts, of copper foreheads, riding wiry ponies in the night?—no bridles, love-arms on the pony necks, riding in the night a long old trail?
Why do they always come back when the silver foxes sit around the early moon, a silver papoose, in the Indian west?...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl



...IT’S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers.
 The cartoonists weep in their beer.
 Ship riveters talk with their feet
 To the feet of floozies under the tables.
A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers:
 “I got the blues.
 I got th...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...ns –

Wallace Stevens’ "French and English

Are one language indivisible."

That scent of sawdust, the milkcart the pony pulled

Each morning over the cobbles, the earthenware jug

I carried to be filled, ladle by shining ladle,

From the great churns and there were birds singing

In the still blue over the fields beyond the village

But because I was city-bred I could not name them.

I write to please myself: ‘Only other poets read poems’...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps ate spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.

Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, thr...Read more of this...
by Yeats, William Butler
...A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs
Labours along the street in the rain:
With it a man, a woman, a pony with whiteybrown hairs. --
The man foots in front of the horse with a shambling sway
At a slower tread than a funeral train,
While to a dirge-like tune he chants his wares,
Swinging a Turk's-head brush (in a drum-major's way
When the bandsmen march and play).

A yard from the back of the man is the whiteybrown pony's nose:
He mirrors his master ...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas
...peeches, must red cloth,
And Smiths thrice happy if I call them Jones,
(I can't remember half their names) or reined
My pony on the Mall to greet their wives.
More trains, more troops, more dust, and then all's done.
Four years, and I forget. If I forget
How will they bear me in their minds? The North
Safeguarded -- nearly (R-b-rts knows the rest),
A country twice the size of France annexed.
That stays at least. The rest may pass -- may pass --
Your herita...Read more of this...
by Kipling, Rudyard
...tanding of the scientific principle involved.
The jockey in a yellow satin shirt and scarlet boots, riding a sorrel pony at the county fair, has a grasp of the theory.
It is the same as why boys go running lickety-split
away from a school-room geography lesson
in April when the crawfishes come out
and the young frogs are calling
and the pussywillows and the cat-tails
know something about geography themselves.. . .
I ask you for white blossoms.
I of...Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...un,
Without I turn a trifle pale
And think is he the one?
Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls,
And then he'll want a pony,
And then he'll think of pretty girls,
And holy matrimony.
A cat without a mouse
Is he without a spouse.

Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,
And quietly sucks his thumbs.
His cheeks are roses painted on silk,
And his teeth are tucked in his gums.
But alas the teeth will begin to grow,
And the bubbles will cease to bubble;
Given a ...Read more of this...
by Nash, Ogden
...ldn't you hope
for a more leisurely review, an invisible hand
turning the pages of an album of photographs-
you up on a pony or blowing out candles in a conic hat.

How about a short animated film, a slide presentation?
Your life expressed in an essay, or in one model photograph?
Wouldn't any form be better than this sudden flash?
Your whole existence going off in your face
in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography-
nothing like the three large volumes you envisioned....Read more of this...
by Collins, Billy
...For ten thousand years.


BOTH LEADERS:

He gave each son four hundred prancing ponies. 

[They go forward in a pony gallop, then stand pawing.]


CONGREGATION:

We were the ponies.


BOTH LEADERS:

You shall eat hay again, 

[They nod their heads, starting to walk backward.]

In forests play again, 

[A pony dance by both, in circles.]

Rampage and neigh
For ten thousand years.


MEN'S LEADER:

King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba,
Bowing most...Read more of this...
by Lindsay, Vachel
...y're only this morning off the vine,
And I paid for them down in silver money.
The Corporal's widow is witness, her pony
Brought them in at sunrise to-day.
Those oranges -- Gold! They're almost red.
They seem little chips just broken away
From the sun itself. Or perhaps instead
You'd like a pomegranate, they're rarely gay,
When you split them the seeds are like crimson spray.
Yes, they're high, they're high, and those Turkey figs,
They all come from the So...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...yet he fiercely gazed around; 
There was no one to oppose him -- all the rest were in a trance, 
So he scrambled on his pony for his last expiring chance, 
For he meant to make an effort to get victory to his side; 
So he struck at goal -- and missed it -- then he tumbled off and died. 

. . . . . 

By the old Campaspe River, where the breezes shake the grass, 
There's a row of little gravestones that the stockmen never pass, 
For they bear a crude ins...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...nbsp;What must be done? what will betide?   And Betty from the lane has fetched  Her pony, that is mild and good,  Whether he be in joy or pain,  Feeding at will along the lane,  Or bringing faggots from the wood.   And he is all in travelling trim,  And by the moonlight, Betty Foy  Has up upon the saddle set,  The like was never heard of...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...e was there, a sripling on a small and weedy beast,
He was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of Timor pony—three parts thoroughbred at least—
And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.
He was hard and tough and wiry—just the sort that won't say die—
There was courage in his quick impatient tread;
And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye, 
And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.

But still so slight and weedy, one would do...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...go . . . to-morrow . . . I guess I'll play on the red.

". . . Come, Kit, your pony is saddled. I'm waiting, dear, in the court . . .
. . . Minnie, you devil, I'll kill you if you skip with that flossy sport . . .
. . . How much does it go to the pan, Bill? . . . play up, School, and play the game . . .
. . . Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowe...Read more of this...
by Service, Robert William
...on, 
That blond bowed face, 
Those clear steady eyes, 
Hard to be certain 
That the dead don't rise.
Jogging on his pony
Through the autumn day,
'Bad year for fruit, Mother,
But good salt hay.'
Bowling for the village
As his father had before;
Coming home at evening
To read the cricket score,
Back to the old house
Where all his race belong,
Tired and contented—
Rosamund was wrong. 

XLIX 
If some immortal strangers walked our land 
And heard of death, how could th...Read more of this...
by Miller, Alice Duer

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