Cowboy Beautiful Poems | Cowboy Poems About Beautiful

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Details | Lyric |

God Knows I'm a Country Girl

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes,
I'll take you on an exciting ride,
to the big beautiful countryside.
Get ready to hang on tight.
Gonna give you the ride of your life.
Hair whippin' wild in the wind,
hangin' out with my country friends.
This is where the fun begins.
Raised up on fried chicken and red beans,
sporting my tight fittin' jeans.

God knows I'm a country girl,
and wouldn't trade it for nothin' in this world.
We can sit on the front porch swing,
maybe sing or even daydream.
Gonna have a mighty fine time, 
sippin' on that strawberry wine.
Gonna live a mighty long time,
on this beautiful countryside.
Boy, I hope you enjoy the ride with me,
maybe we'll go fishing or even swimming,
watch the crane spread it's wings.
Ducks gathering on the big wide open pond,
lovebirds making a bond.

Yes, God knows I'm a country girl.
There is one last thing I have to say.
Barefoot and fancy free,
plain as the big outdoors I will be.
Why don't you take a ride with me?
Let me show you the big fine country.

Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Howling Wolf

The feeling of your touch 
I know it in the brush of the wind
The heat of the sun
Sweeping down on my skin
A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder
A tear wiped away
As it fell from the sky
I know much about you
Like your cowboys and indians
And the nights we would dance
a pow wow in the night lights
stars abrasive against our hearts
rubbing off the smudge and dirt 
To say im proud would be an understatement
Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement 
But in our hearts and in our words
The feathers still fly
Howling wolf, and I

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |


To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.

Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already

Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful 
The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses,
the country I read about as a young man it is still there
although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting.
Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road
 have collections of old stuff from recent past things
collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they
feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal
Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no 
police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets
do not fly through the air hitting a child. 

This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday,
perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under
a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old 
farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.        

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

I'm A Country Man

I’m a country man living in this beautiful land 
Every day seeing how lucky I am
When I drive into the city
Because the woman are so pretty
Inside and out  
They are filled with beauty
From the legs, to the hair,
All I can do is smile and stare
Sometimes I wave here and there
To these pretty girls that are everywhere
Oh when I have had a long day at work
And I am feeling like I need to smirk
I just drive in to the city
Because the woman are so pretty
And sometimes when I am at the city bar
So many girls are there looking pretty good when they dance
So I flash them a smile 
Hoping for a little romance that will last
Cause I’m a country man living in this beautiful land
I wanta settle down with the prettiest one in this town
Yes I am a country man
Oh I am just a country man living in the city
Where the woman are so pretty

Copyright © Jane Kostman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Carpe Diem |


Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Cowboy |

Beautiful Creation


As I gaze on the horizon
From upon a mountain high
Or see an eagle chase the wind
Against the bright blue sky
To realize God’s creation
In everything I see
Sets my soul to soaring
My captive heart set free
To smell the scent of tall, green pines
And hear a bull elk call
To see the many colors bright
As summer turns to fall
To hear the call of winging geese
As they pass by in flight
To see the mountains turn blood red
As evening turns to night
The howl of a coyote
As it drifts across the plain
The smell of the desert sod
After a summer rain
What joy these wonders bring to pass
In all around we see
Father’s beautiful creation
He made for you and me

Copyright © Vaughn Silcox | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy |

Learning as we go

You're growing up so fast these days, 
when will it ever stop? 
I still remember your first day home, 
Lil blue eyes and your golden locks. 
You held my finger, with your whole hand, 
So tiny you were in my arms 
And right then and there, I stood and I swore, 
To keep you from any and all harm. 
Though that's impossible, I hear you say, 
It doesn't keep me from trying. 
I would take on and endure any pain, 
Just to keep you from crying. 
You'll never know the full and complete 
Hold you have on my heart, it's God plan, 
he has blessed us together, 
Knowing one day he will take us apart. 
So bare with me baby girl, I'm not any pro 
I wasn't born a mother, like being a daughter, 
We must learn as we go. 
So slow down and enjoy this time, 
God gave to you and me 
I'll always try to steer you clear, 
And aim your pain at me. 
But sadly enough there will be days, 
When you must carry your own, 
But never think I am not there, 
It's just part of learning as we go. 
I love you baby girl, and rather 
Or not you yet to see, 
All my advice is filled with love, 
Only trying to steer you free. 

Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |

I Miss You

I miss your smile
I miss your touch
I miss your kiss
I miss all of the things we used to do
But more than anything
I miss you

I miss sitting around watching Boy Meets World
Reciting Rodney Carrington
Each and every line
Laughing at all the jokes
Those were good times

I miss walking the dogs together
And waking up next to you
These things may seem simple to many 
But they mean the world to me

No one can ever take your place
Because you are truly the man of my dreams

I miss lying next to you
Wrapped in your arms
My hand in your hand
Listening to music
Exposing our souls to one another
Like no one else can

I miss your laugh and that look in your eyes
I miss running my fingers through your hair
And holding your body against mine

I miss playing Xbox with you late at night 
And falling asleep on your chest
Those are the times that I cherish
Waking up to you is next best

I miss you being in the same state
But I love that you are chasing your dreams
For that I will always wait for you
Each time that you leave
& until you return once again
I will stand by your side through it all
Through everything
Thick & thin

I can’t begin to tell you all of the things I miss because I miss you more than words could ever explain
& as you read these words do not feel like I am in pain at all
Or in any way 
You bring pure joy and happiness in my life
I simply miss you
& long for the day that you are once again by my side

Copyright © gabrielle holden | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy |

A Beautiful Flower

A Beautiful Flower



 Cascading through
 A timeless piece
 One can learn to understand it's fullest creation
 First a seed then the soil
 An ever increasing pull through the ground
 Sound the alarm
 Vanquished from the worms that eat
 With time a sprout then the light of illumination
 A pulse of radiance sought after colors of deep penetrating taste
 An explosion of excellence
 Red, yellow and white
 The sun beats upon the fullness of it's brevity
 Solace has replaced the film in front of the natural eye
 The vast nature's beckoning call asunder
 We awake to take in it's priceless beauty
 A challenge to be set free is a question of time

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

An Egg

   Have we ever understood 
   Why,Sun,moon,planet is in a round?

   Why, some one did"nt told why some 
   fruits are in round shape?

   Why,trees are in round? 
   Why, wheel invented in round shape?
   Why, rings are round?
   What,came in some one head? 
   to make zero in round
   why most of the things are in 360 degree?

  Because HEN is the first who came before 
                AN EGG.

 With love all
 Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Summer Sun

Wheat fields down a lonely dirt road
where gravel flies and dust unfold
american trucks with four wheel drive
what you need here to stay well alive

Sun beams down from early morning
Heat is here there is little warning
Fields of wheat their smell unique
as if the sun gives a taste of its meat

Morning fades fast in the fields
left with power that nature wields
until high noon shines in the sky
birds hanging on the silo will soon fly

Then cut the fields begin we see
a sight not common but it is free
a mid-western place seems just right
now the sun is fading I think it just might

Copyright © Bic Gi-Sa | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blitz |

Life is Hard

Love Life
Love people
People are mean
People are nice
Nice hair
Nice shirt
Shirt is red
Shirt is blue
Blue sky
Blue eyes 
Eyes glassey
Eyes brown
Brown shirt 
Brown box
Box of chocolates
Box of colors
Colors are colorful 
Colors are bright
Bright computer
Bright mind
Mind is smart
Mind is dumb
Dumb people
Dumb computer
Computers are stupid
Computers are smart
Smart brains
Smart butt
Butt is gross
Butt is nasty
Nasty toilet paper 
Nasty toilet
Toilets are moveable 
Toilets are brave
Brave as a pigeon 
Brave as a bear
Bear is heartful 
Bear is mean
Mean as people
Mean attitudes 
Attitudes trouble
Attitude queen
Queen Latifah
Queen emoji 
Emojis are great 
Emojis are life
Life is hard
Life is beautiful
Just like Braci……….. 

Copyright © MaKayla Freeman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |


The memory keeper respectfully scribes this euology to Georgia's sweetest peach.
Over three decades ago on a warm spring day, displayed was not emotion, but the
"Mrs. American Beauty"s portrait. It ain't so until I see for myself, so I took a look.
She looked mighty fine, no need to be hidden behind what the rest of the world saw.

Now I can tell them that picture on the wall wasn't the best one of all. I remember
Better ones I no longer have. At sixteen she wore a long white dress with a dozen
Red roses and a piece of paper tied with a red ribbon. I salute the proud woman
Standing tall dressed blue. Later a mother without makeup holds me in her arms.
She holds my brother's hand as he wore a cowboy suit and hat.

The Southern Belle of the Ball is still on the wall with the brown curls cut and dyed
The dark of night. I remember rides in boats and her notes floating in the air filled
With seagulls cries and they ask why the song bird was put in a cage. 

Thrice engaged she kept on ringing the wedding bells until Hell's rage killed her, 
Fueling the fire into the Devil's words. Her beautiful heart was heavy with so many
Epithets. She missed her second Dad and a boy in a cowboy hat. 

No more words to sing as her loving lungs collapsed, as she headed for God's
Forgiving Heaven, toe-tagged Jane Doe, nobody special. Everyone should have
Known she was June like her birth month. Beautiful inside. A warm summer night. 

Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010

Details | Cowboy |

Kentucky Home

Kentucky Home by Jami

My home is where my dreams were made
I left so long ago
I pray I find my home again
no matter where I go

Copyright © Jami Rodger | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

I am selfish

I'm selfish 

I'm selfish on writing to become 
useless at your beauty 

I always leave my feelings of love 
which selfish to find you in my  heart 

I leave many things which making 
me a kind of useless selfish 
swimming in a sea of your love .

With love all 
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2017