Cowboy Depression Poems | Cowboy Poems About Depression

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Details | Lyric |

Buried Myself Alive

can you remember the time i let you in?
the time i showed you my heart?
the time i shared my soul with you?
the moment i poured out my blood when you needed it?
The second i saved your life?
The hour i saved you from your darkest secret?
The minute where you watched me bury myself alive?
Remember the time when you almost made me cry?
the time i made it a game to play your game?
the day i had my own time and took advantage of myself?
the hour it took to shut you out and let you go away for a long time?
well your going to have to ask nicer than that 

Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Ain't many days till my breakdown

Just sittin alone at my barstool
yes, darling, I'm feelin real fine
and I confess, I admire your dress
yet I have to withhold the next line.

Cause there ain't many days till my breakdown
this darkness is comin on strong
I'd love to reptile to your come hither smile
but my downtime will soon be along.

You truly are lovely, sweet darlin
your red lips and golden hair crown
are leadin me into temptation
but the whirlpool will pull us both down.

Cause there ain't many days till my breakdown
this darkness is comin on strong
I'd love to reptile to your come hither smile
but my downtime will soon be along.

So mosey on down to another
to give you the life you desire
leave me alone, to sort out my own
if joined we'd both end in hellfire.

Cause there ain't many days till my breakdown
this darkness is comin on strong
I'd love to reptile to your come hither smile
but my downtime will soon be along.

Entry - A  Town called "Rotgut"

This started with the refrain and was going to be  a sad country song
about depression, but then it met this contest and morphed, I'm not sure into what. Regardless, I hear steel or maybe slide guitar, in the forefront drowning
out the lyrics for the good of all.

Iulius MMXIV

Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2014

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 | Ghazal |


I once told a lie 
as I looked her in the eyes
I just smashed a bowl

CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts

Copyright © Laura Valledy | Year Posted 2011

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 | Lyric |

-------------------------The Soul I Sold------------

If I seem down forgive me Frowns I carry around live in me When I break you see right through me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... Your words so true renew me If only you'd re-design me Take time rewind refine me Recreate the mold without lies I’ve told... GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD... The hurt I’ve learned brews in me GIVE BACK THE SOUL I SOLD....

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |



Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet


mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent


quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp


hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp


yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation


a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation


whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you


faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue


i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare

and still...

i fight with every suffocating breath left within

to surface and to cling onto

another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |


The cold wind blowing
Across shadowed timber beams
Death becomes open-space.

Copyright © Matthew Sample | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

world for all

World for all

what’s human rights?
After a man sits on the ground 
His heart impresses from serous occurrence
The sound of the gun, suffer voice, victims

Whom belongs to the world
And what the meaning of human 

The soldier walks slow and slow
He descants on his past and future
Family within wife and children in the past
The death is waiting forward
The past memory is better than future

What’s the purpose of development 
It is true for better life
Or for showing the power of dignity 
The natural human as an elder is more need
More bigger needs more power

Sengchanh xuangphuthon

Copyright © sengchanh xuangphuthon | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

Payin' Tension

Now Burly Turly weren’t much tall,
In fact, I’d say the man was short—
But he was plum stout to a fault
And fer as nice, he was low a quart.

No matter how big the man was,
They knew ya didn’t cross ol’ Burr,
Them what did soon changed their tune
Or they found themselves now a “her.”

Then one dark day out in the barn,
Me and Burr admired the new stud—
When that big hoss stepped on Burr’s foot
And I knew Burr was out fer blood!

But much to my amazement then,
Ol’ Burr seemed calmed and jest surprised—
But ‘fore I moved he raised a sledge
And whacked that hoss right twixt the eyes!

“Now why’d ya go and kill yer horse?”
I asked with misapprehension—
“He jest paid me no mind,” Burr said,
“So I had ta git his ‘tension!” 

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

A Cowboy is---

“The flower of youth,” that’s what Ma said, 
the day we packed the wagon.
She tussled my hair and planted a kiss
on my cheek and tin cans to the tail gate draggin’

My bride, my Peg, she hopped on aboard
while her Ma, Nellie, stood by bawlin'.
Dad stood by the farm house door
and Ole Red stood aside him howlin'.

We left from Pennsylvania aimed for Oregon
I’m not sure we woulda gone if we’d new,
all the loss a comin’ afore the shores of Avalon,
land of milk and honey, where apple trees are strewn.

Peg-a-my-heart, fair she was, and our baby she was carrying,
we’d lose that chil’, I’d lose my Peg, before we hit Missouri .
I sold the wagon, and bought them a stone, markin' the place I’d laid them 
and off I went on a cattle drive a broken man in a hurry.

A cowboys life was all I had, a horse and my whiskey
and every night afore I’d sleep I’d sing  “Oh, Peg-o-my heart…I miss ye”

*this was what it was like to be a cowboy

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |


Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist


Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

Invisible's Invincibility

I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.

Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone

No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow. 

Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold. 

The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.

This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.

I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being

Copyright © Granny Face | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

Christmas Toy

I'm just an old cowboy Christmas toy
One that's not feeling all that fine
That's because all I want for Christmas is to be a kids toy
One that will always be mine

I'm just an old cowboy Christmas toy
To all you grandfolks I do plead
Stright from this old cowboy's heart
Please find a lonesome kid for me

I'm just an old cowboy Christmas toy
One that's always been left behind
'N let me tell ya, at Christmas time, that don't feel very fine
All it does is to make want to cry

I'm just an old cowboy Christmas toy

TRULY BillyWild
p o 8 c o w b o y @ a o l . c o m

Copyright © Billy Wild | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

William H Bonney Therapy

I myself kind of find this hard to believe,
but Billy the Kid, aka William H Bonney,
this long dead figure of American history,
often helps me therapeutically.
Whenever I find myself super depressed,
I think about what Billy the Kid said,
shortly after he was sentenced to death.
Shackled Billy left the courthouse smiling, almost as if in glee.
"Why are you smiling?" a journalist asked him inquisitively.
The Kid responded nonchalantly,
"What's the point in dwelling on the dreary side of life?
Today the joke is on me."
After thinking about that for a spell, I'm as happy go lucky as he.
Thank you for the therapy Mr William H Bonney.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cowboy |

ABC's of Love

Don't get hurt in the summertime
love sure hurts in the summertime
love burns hot in the summertime
I'm tellin you!
Don't love much in the wintertime
love is tough in the wintertime
there's not much you can do with love
in the wintertime.
Spring is a bad time to love someone
before you know it they're up and gone
Autumn is no time 
to fall in love.
Don't fall in love in the Fall
that's all.
Love sucks.

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Delusional Cowboy

For years, desire,
Was punctuated with excuse,
And resentment,
Became a full time resident
In his thoughts.

Age left him feeling
Like a malcontent,
Floundering through life shadowing
Love's Portion.

The years he envisioned as his
Had been long pilfered,
By inattention and neglect;

His decent years, now remote,
He visions through a haze;
Remorseful feelings by himself

He knew changed nothing,
For yesterdays are unforgiving,
And time respects no person.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

We Are Nothing WITHOUT Christ

Without Christ... We Are Nothing! You think you have everything... "Don't need" anything more. God says; "You are wretched, blind, miserable and poor." Are you content? There's nothing "you don't need?" Is your life filled with self-righteousness and greed? Jesus stands at your heart's door... Waiting to come in. But is the "uninvited guest," once again. Do you have a form of Godliness, but deny the power thereof? Proclaiming to be a Christ' follower, but void of his love? Are you committed to a fancy building and bright chandeliers? For the lost souls... Do you shed any tears? It's time to fall in love with Jesus and his precious word too. He's here right now... Waiting for you! Only you can make the right choice. It's your decision. You're spiritual life will die... If serving Jesus is not your mission... By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Bio |

The March of Rhymes

The March of Rhymes

Although the notion of the twilight sun had tainted my crystal clear vision

Was there something else you have been missing
The hero calls to yonder shore once again all alone;
As if a stray dog is in search of its bone,
The march rhymes lives among a passing few;

A papal pew decorated in the brilliant ambiance of fun,
With a certain crimsome tide to come undone,
Just after a police chase we so often will run to & fro;
Amidst the delicate fragrance of an ego,

Within smiles of timeless chartered words;

A center of reflection in the vast pyramid filled with choice,

Let us further linger in the fullest madness & rejoice

A pleasant smile still we each knew all the while;

The sore vexed temperment on the loose with cannon
The march of rhymes we shall succeed so many times
On a blade of grass she made me wait;
Some may even call this fate,

A lovely fragrant scent of fallen early morning rain;
As bullets fly through the ambiance movement in sky
Some just settle for peanut butter & jelly;
When all the while they can have a nice ham on rye,

The march od rhymes sings as the time passes by

Sometimes its just not enough but for to give it one last try?

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2011

Details | Bio |


Trust in madness reach the flame. 

The whole wide world is totally insane;
We elect leaders that live for pain
Living for self reliance in greed for gain,
We plot our course marked on a blotted page

To falter in the truth of the matter

We build a shelter amidst the fallen shade
We long for a social uprise yet fall headlong into its blade of suicide
Eternity is forever amidst the climatic weather
Forces to shelter the helpless beggar

We stand on truth amidst a loose tooth,
Shattered dreams pomp in circumstancial quest
The world will like you as long as you do something for them
They often lie in wait to deceive as they brustle through the leaves;

We often will call evil good and good evil
We only accept what that is trivial,

A shoulder to cry amidst the pain,
Torn to shreds loose heads;
A notion of darkness amidst the light
Marked on a blotted page although most fully intact.

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Shadow Man

Shadow Man

You can move from 
room to room,
House to house,
Or state to state.
Wherever you zoom off to,
His shadow will always be
There to haunt you.
He wants to touch you,
In a very private way,
How long can you stay?
Away from his icy touch?
You can't even 
eat lunch
In a diner,
Without him sitting
In a booth beside you.
He's tall and thin
With a long black overcoat
And a dark top hat on.
You can't avoid
His eyes,
Because all you
See is black
When you look
At his face,
While he's hovering
Over your bed
Don't forget
To turn your
Night light on,
Maybe tonight
You’ll recognize
His face.
One thing is 
Sure to happen,
He’ll be sharing
Your space
With you
As soon as
Your head hits
Your lace pillowcase.
Let's hope he
Doesn’t reach
Out to trace your
Face with his
Pointy fingernail.

Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

Details | ABC |


everyone  has  one.they   can  be  old  names.they can  be  different  names.they  
can  be  celebrity names.they can be  silly  names!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

Details | ABC |

the dream wedding story

i remember the long pink gown.
the flower's in her hair.
she had brown wavey hair.
then there was those shiney glass slippers.
her family said she looked like cinderella with  brown hair.
she thought she heard you may kiss the bride.
then she woke up and the sound she heard was just the rain outside her window.
then she laughed and said wait im already married!

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |

Trail of Tears

by Laura

Fickle, all these feelings I seem to be reeling from
Under the nail of my thumb, a worn out drum is spun
Beating, like a bleeding heart so recklessly made
They say it slowly strayed from the sound it played

I made a call, an ill-fated change of course
Remorse floods empty pockets that backed the wrong horse
Of course, I see clearly now the highway trail of tears
I met the end, the last express to all of my fears

Strangely, I've found a peace that the fire disavowed
Lord, fix these broken wings and i'll live in the clouds
I'll hear those desparate prayers that pour from the masses
Amass the brass that will fill the holes from all those useless classes

Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Make Your Family FIRST

Make Your Family First! I know a person who had “a change of heart.” And very shortly his family “fell apart.” He was involved in doing “so many things.” He neglected the duty of what family brings! He became so involved in helping others… He neglected his wife and his kids’ mother! At first, he had the best of intentions… But failed to give his family any kind of attention! He was so busy, and away from home so much. It didn’t take long for him to be “out of touch.” Very soon he found his life “way off course…” And heading down the path of a divorce! He began to ask himself the question; “why?” As he began to hear all of his kids cry! Beyond all of the chaos and “chatter.” He decided that his family DOES matter! He quit doing many of the things he once did. And asked all of his family to please forgive! He’s now the kind of dad that he needs to be! And is with his family so faithfully! May this be a lesson and reminder to us all! How quickly we can get up. How quickly we can fall! May we put an effort into our family as number one! Every mom and dad! Daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Rude 5501

 Rude 5501     
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Age : 53
Joined : 13 Jun 2007
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Rude 5501

Rude 5501 

People here are very rude because they live inside a desert place and face 
destruction daily or because they hate a stranger just because he is not like 
them he does not have the same mind as them or wants desires or just 
because they hate themselves and wish that they were stronger or just because 
there mind is weak from the use of drugs and they think that they are GOD the 
man was nice until eye started to converse with him it rally hurts there feelings 
when eye have a less terse verse a word of understanding given him a 
conversation with someone alas they cannot understand they make this poet 
bleed when they cut me off of oratory given in the style of thirsty desert green not 
used to rain then suddenly having flood come it shocks me at the rude that men 
become twice given not received please let the rude alone and let me try again to 
 Rude 5501 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

The Individual

The Individual

One must never harden themselves by its rudimentary purpose

Goals in accomplishing trust & cooperation
Since the old days had Cain;
Let me be the first to explain,
All is shifting sand to equate its timely devisive plan

How does one equate both logic with fear

A deepened sense of inferiority & inadequacy
Interferes with the attainment of your hopes;
But self confidence leads to self realization & successful achievement
The Individual

Through an opened window lies a heavy curtain
Yet not for certain,
A true source of communication;
To look within leaves a reproach without...

The common man so often will bitch & pout

Yet for the individual,
As a high soaring eagle flys overhead through the sky;
Split please to appease in rudimentary disease...
A passing delicate stride to recapture our youth in viable regret

Yet the individual still stands proud;
The individual...
Through variation & solace;
A timely sorted bargain basement deal...

A look back at the sky toward the grand spinning wheel,

The individual,

Standing tall amidst the agony & pain lest I shall refrain a distant scorn to shame!

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

No Joy

Today I'm feeling so depressed,
Cause my life just really sucks.
And honestly , I can say this
if not bad luck, I'd have no luck

For so long I've been unhappy,
I've been stuck here many years.
There's just no joy within my life,
I've cried so many tears.
I know for just one person,
I've had far more then my share. 
The constant hell I'm put through,
Is just seems so unfair

I'm so tired of this feeling,
Always hurting from the pain. 
But yet everyone arould me thinks,
It's not hard for me to change.

The day they walk within my shoes,
feel exactlly as I do, first hand.
And if that day for them does come,
Only then, they say they understand.

Copyright © Laura Stalnaker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

How were the merits of Jesus Christ applied to our souls

The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Especially Baptism
Which restore us to the friendship of God


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011