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Cowboy Dream Poems | Cowboy Poems About Dream

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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 | Cowboy |

A cowboys tears

         A COWBOYS TEARS.     

   A cowboys hat is worn with pride his buckle with pride. 
   Took a big wall of blood sweat an pain to get this far
    Pain from a broken ride long forgotten but fresh in his mind
     And the tears he cries for the one he left behind
     The lonely road he travels alone chasing the dream and competing to be rodeos number one.
   Rodeos of glory an hardship were tuff is the only way
    Friends an fans respecting god an asking for safety
    When he prays for the ride he makes tonight it could
    Make or break him it's all on the line dreams as a child
     Of being a cowboy all rest on his shoulders .

  His spirt thrives for the rush of the ride never willing to stop
   Wanting to go to the finals an see his name on top hang on 
   Tight an make the ride cowboy up just like your hero lane frost.
           Sincerely Tim kegley

Copyright © Timothy Kegley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sijo |

Ponies Trampling Snorted Dreams -

               Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
            Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
                 Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints.

Copyright © Mark Ackerson | Year Posted 2015

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 | 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 |

Last Night I Had an American Dream

Oh, there's lots of talk about the sad end
Of what we call the American dream;
About the fast decline of our morals
And that we're not all we once were or seem.

Yes, the enemy is outside and in
And most are betting that we're about through;
It seems religion just keeps withering
And that patriots are too far and few.

Not long ago leaders were respected--
They told us the truth and they were not stealth;
Now we doubt their word and their intentions
With smiles and slick phrases like “spread the wealth.”

Oh, they slowly take away liberties--
Tell us what to eat and how we should talk;
Call us fuddy-duddies and out of touch--
It's our traditions and culture they mock.

Yet, nothing is sadder than old liberals
When they go and wrap themselves in the flag;
Make those empty red, white and blue gestures
And say hollow things and put on false brag.

We know that they're just all so full of it
And we never believe a single word;
Leaving unintended consequences
While behind our backs they flip us the bird.

And if we should oppose same-sex marriage--
We're old and just behind the times, you know;
Seems our constitution and God's own book
Aren't enough to stop our nation's garbage flow.

So now they say police are the bad guys
And that they're too brutal and leave folks dead;
But if there's a robbery or riot--
You never call a criminal instead.

Yes, they keep saying our economy
Is just dandy and really quite a pip;
As they still lie about unemployment--
It's just mostly lives and burgers we flip.

Oh, there is no real war on our women
But there is a long one on the unborn;
And we're told transgenders now have their rights
While our own rights are met with stone cold scorn.

Our borders have become a suggestion
And illegals glut our land and just laugh;
We're told there's no such thing as terrorists
And we can't separate wheat from the chaff.

Oh, say we can see by dawn's early light
That we have fell down and long lost our way;
Heroes are now villains and wrong is right--
But cowboys aren't gone and will have their day.

Last night I had an American dream
About our hopes and not just our demise--
Yes... our America will never die
As long as freedom shines in one child's eyes.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

An Angel in My Dreams

I see you standing in the moonlight 
Across the prairie fields 
A stetson pulled down o'er your eyes 
A thoroughbred at your heels 

A shadow cast upon the ground 
Your silhouette I see 
Standing tall, alert and sure 
You seem to watch for me

I stand in wait, you tip your hat
And into the saddle slide 
As you close the distance in between 
A tear wells in my eye 

You've rode through streams and flatlands 
Crossed o'er the mountains steep 
You kept your word and came for me 
My heart is yours to keep 

We ride off into the moonlight 
Too perfect though, it seems 
It's then I wake and realize 
You're just an angel in my dreams

Copyright © Bethany St John | Year Posted 2013

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 | Triolet |


Clad in boots and jeans with hat and gun
The cowboy ready for a long day run
A stallion for his ride, rope on his side

Diggin' tappin' taming on the vast terrain
Tending herds of cattle, sheep and cows
Sweat dripping unhidden to his brow

Browny tough and skilled Rodeo man
Soothened the bull on his crazy dance
Crowd cheers - a resonating clang

Sunshine sleeps and night sky creeps
With guitar and cigar, the Cowboy sits and sings
Humming: Yodelay -hee ho! Yodelay - hee ho!

(c) Olive ELoisa
6:59 pm 
April 30, 2014

SPONSOR: Shadow Hamilton
11th place

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Dream Land

I stumble from the cab of this ole truck,
To the sleeper where I lay.
My eyes close,I drift off to dream land,
And I awake to a sunny day.

I smell leather as its cent kisses the air,
I have a taste of gun smoke,
The sound of spurs clinging from a boot,
All the horses dust is so thick it could make you choke.

The smell of rot gut liquor,
The sound of a swinging saloon door.
The sliding of the glass as it sciffs across the bar,
The laughter from the second floor.

The meeting in the streets at twelve o'clock,
To see who had the fastest gun.
To the card tables where money lay,
An argument over who won.

Hand as quick as lighting,nerves of steel,
The two fourty-fours hangin on my side.
Well now I must wake up,put the six shooters away,
This big ole truck is the only horse I will ride.

Time to leave that dream land for another day,
Need to get this rig down the road.
I will return to dream land,to my western world,
But I really need the pay,so now I'll deliver the load.

Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2009

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 | Dramatic monologue |


The buffalo are gone
but close your eyes
on a stormy night
and you'll find them
thunder'ng o'er the plains again 

The tall prairie grass 
has given way to progress
Skyscrapers & super highways
but when the wind blows
you can feel ‘em
 brush across your skin 

The proud warriors
whose lives were given
in protecting the old ways
when I close my eyes
Rise up to ride again 

What it must've been 
to see the great buffalo
grazing on tall prairie grass
and hear the warrior's hunt cry
I'll close my eyes & dream

Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005

Details | Cowboy |

Dream Rider

(for “Cody” Brunner 1986-2007)

Some said he was just a kid,
Then coming into his prime—
But he had those cowboy dreams
And he knew it was his time.

They said he’d made his mind up
And that some day he’d go far—
He roped, rode and dallied up
His dreams of the PBR.

He woke up on those mornings—
Rode off to the URA—
He was sixth in the money—
Had to ride that bull that day.

There were no words to stop him
That his ma or pa could say—
It was an 8-second fact
He’d ride that big bull that day.

And when the gate was opened,
No bull there could get his goat—
He blew off high and wicked—
The bull came down on his throat.

Oh, there’s little here to add
And not too much left to say—
But Cody went 8 seconds
And he rode that bull that day.

In all our life there’s sorrow—
Things don’t turn out so it seems—
But we hold that rope tighter
As we ride out all our dreams.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2007

Details | Couplet |

A Cowboy's Dream

The wind sweeps to the west,
The cowboys laid to rest.

Beside a warm fire,
After reading "Jane Eyre."

And while the cowboys sleep,
In their dreams they gladly leap.

They're happy 'cause they struck gold,
They'll be rich 'til they get old.

"Yee-Hah," they sleepily yawn,
For now comes up the dawn.

Copyright © Savannah Rose Harper | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

The Ballad Of Dan Lowe

Chorus:                River pronounced Key-yip-pa-ha

Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
Keya Paha River
The home of Dan Lowe's dream.


When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.

Will a stampede caused by lightening,
Cracking high above their heads,
Rout him from his bed roll,
To run the race with death?

Or will the night be peaceful,
With the cattle singing low,
And Whip-poor Wills calling,
To the Mocking birds below?

Dreaming of his sweetheart,
And days that are to come,
Of the pretty little ranch,
They will settle on and run.

Down by the old Keya Paha,
With the rolling hills of green,
Where the springs are soft and gentle,
The winters hard and mean.

In summer how they sweat and slave,
To get in winter feed,
And stand by helplessly and watch,
Fire work it's deadly deed.

With calving time and branding time,
When northers fiercely blow,
They stand and watch together,
As their family starts to grow.

Then suddenly it happened,
That dreaded thundering sound,
We scrambled from our bed rolls,
And raced for higher ground.

Cut off from our horses,
It was our only chance,
I made a leap and hung on tight,
The herd was coming fast.

Flashing horns! Flying hooves!
Hot breath and eyes that glare,
Choking dust, frightened screams,
The smell of sweaty hair.

Quickly, it was over,
And stunned we gathered there,
Tom and Joe, Dick and Bill,
With thoughts we didn't dare.

When we all had wandered in,
We each knew at a glance,
The dream that we had listened to,
Would never come to pass.

It is a mystery how it happened,
And why it took Dan Lowe,
But each of us hold in our heart,
A dream that turned to gold.

When a cowboy's day is over,
And the campfire's burning bright,
We can see Dan sit and wonder,
What will spoil his sleep tonight.


                      Cile Beer

written l975

Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2005

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 | I do not know? |

Packin In My Dreams

45 years behind me
I’m startin', reachin’ for the dream
I left my front porch crying
Only tears of fear
Then wiped my face
To keep it crystal clear

Your too old
You’ll unfold
They’ll laugh at your attempt
Get back in the house!
Cook a meal !!
Don’t continue.
Check the menu.
The kids are needin’ ya now!
Leave your dreams.
Give it up.
Hubby’s havin’ a cow.

I had my dream evaluated
Measured, tested, and weighed
All the experts told me
I really should have stayed…
home on another cookin’ course!
Well I’m not a cook or waiter
So instead of changing all my dreams
I traded in ‘the evaluator’
“neeeeeeeeeeeeeext!” that's my theme!

Your to old
So I’ve been told
Yep they laughed at my every attempt
Get back in the house
Don’t continue
Give it up
Pack it in
There’s nothing for ya here
There’s no chance to win a grammy!
Just relax and have a beer.

My new dream evaluator looking up said “mama mia”
Rubbed his chin and promptly asked
“who gave you this idea??’
I gathered up my things
Tried not to take a swing
He blurted, “for goodness sakes!!”
I’m only asking…
I’m just saying …
Looks like this is it…
Think ya just caught your break

I was told I was too old
I was told to pack it in
I was told to not continue
I was told I’d never win
I was told to get in the kitchen
Good things can happen to those who clean!
Today I’m packin’ for seven
Yep I said “for seven”!
My whole family shares my dream

I traded-in my evaluator instead of packin’ in my dreams
I’m not packin’ in my dreams
I never did pack in my dream
neeeeeeeeeeeeeext was my new theme!

Copyright © Barbara Tremblay Cipak | Year Posted 2005

Details | Cowboy |

Horse Dream

All my life, from day one it seems,
owning a horse has consumed my dreams.
I was intrigued with horses right from the start 
and the four-hoofed critters captured my heart.

I would wear a little western hat of felt 
and two cap pistols on my plastic gun belt.
Then I’d straddle a stick from our pile of wood 
and ride that “horse” around the neighborhood.

Later on, when I was a grade school tyke,
I’d visualize a horse when I rode my bike.
I’d pretend I was taking a horseback ride 
as I pedaled across the desert countryside.

This dream didn’t stop even in high school,
for I was still a horse-loving fool.
I lived in town and hung out with the cool gang 
but the car I drove was a Ford Mustang.

For years I labored in the city grind, 
but horses always lingered in the back of my mind.
Finally I decided to pursue my own course 
and went out and bought myself a real live horse.

I kept my equine dream alive 
and my one little horse soon became five.
It’s incredible how much money I spend 
but I don’t want my horse dream to ever end.

Copyright © harold miller | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

A Cowgirl's Dream

To walk through a paster full of 
wild flowers, up to her West.

To sit under the shade tree's, with
the one she loves.

To lie in the cool grass at night 
staring at the moon and stars talking about forever.

To listen to the stories from the old' days,
told by an old' cowboy.

To lie in the cool grass in the light of day,
listening to the birds singing.

To sit in a swing and listen to the 
rain on a tin roof.

To walk down an old dirt road,
that has long not been travailed.

A cowgirl's dream is not only like 
the words to a country love song,
But is the dream of all dreams that 
gives her the freedom she longs for.

Copyright © stephanie toddy | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |

Blue Western Dream

She’s a Blue Western Dream, like no cowpoke’s ever seen,
She’s got Gold Rush nuggets in her eyes,
She’s a gunfighter’s gal…she’s like the O.K. Corral,
She’ll leave you in Boot Hill, bye and bye.

On the Oregon Trail, her heart was for sale,
So she took the Wagonmaster to bed;
But his wife found out, so the pioneers kicked her out
On the desert in her dress made of red.

She’s part Cherokee…and she’s all Tennessee,
But Texas weren’t big enough for her.
A cattleman from Cheyenne, she told him “You’re my man.”
Then she raked him with the rowels of her spur.

And she finally settles down in a Nevada ghost town,
Population, seventeen.
Through her memories and her tears she relives all those years
Through the pages of a Western magazine…

Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |


A curious outlook was once made in exploration

Shifted in the sand of some newest invasion
A frantic waste in some Payton Place
Through twisted logic one may learn
A swift variation in some dream then sublime

Tainted by the ever increasing worry of the day

Long stemmed roses a purple type of haze
A ham hardly eaten even though it clearly wasn't glazed
Moonglow over Miami
Moonglow in my memory

Moonglow over the sunbeam
A pictoral montage of design through the influx caught in time
We mix words filtered through a sorted disgust of intellect
Being exposed to the elements

Then in direct response to its vested choice prediction

Was their something else that you have been wishing
Moonglow may turn over a brand new episode
In direct correlation to a dream while living in a vile world filled with mean!

On sunlit days through the briars & hate

Those who claim to be something when they are nothing?
Those who have tremendous tombstones for eyes,
Does this come at any big surprise?


The prince of the air who doesn't even care!
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night to fright!
We stand erected in front of the mirror
A glistening aura filtered through hope in logical & happiness


Moonglow fever!
The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
In coping stregnth with logic & scope
In instant fervor with power & stregnth

A promise that was once made in the dark has now come into its fullest of light
To help light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for,
Shining diamonds full of circles in certain peril asunder
Abortion on demand when will we ever understand ?
Decisions that were once made in the dark
Have now again come to its fullest of lights
Homeless in our streets

A branch once twisted then fallen headlong through the wind tempted to once again regain;
The instant knock on the door let us convert after repentance to suddenly explore so much more !

A solution from the very presence of reality
Tombstones for eyes in their evil vested eternity !

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2012

Details | Classicism |




IT ALL...!



Copyright © Robert OBrien | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |


In this silent evening
I have stopped worring,
I'm convinced to forget
the worries of the present...

I dream of the unknown tomorrow by
looking up at the serene sky;
my solitude gets deeper
as darkness draws nearer...

If sadness gets unbearable,
I'll try to find comfort
from anyone who might
lift up my spirit;
where else will I find an honest smile
if not in someone who cares a lot?

In this stange moment
I remain to dream of that
mysterious land which appears
in the clear distance;
down there there must be 
something to make 
a few changes
into my destiny...

I'm not afraid of the unknown tomorrow,
whatever expects me
I'll accept it with courage;
I dream of the unknow tomorrow
as the red sun burns on the range...

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |

A Cowboy's Dream

What is a horse but freedom,
elegant and strong.
Any mountain, any valley,
with a horse you can't go wrong.

What is a horse but a symbol,
of loyalty and love.
A gift from God,
and heaven's angels high above.

What is a horse but powerful,
no other animal can compare.
His eyes full of passion,
his heart filled with care.

What is a horse but a friend,
to listen, comfort and try,
to bring you the perfect sunset,
no money could ever buy.

What is a horse but a cowboy's dream,
to help him through the fight.
To race the stars,
and the darkness of the night.

“A horse is an angel, with four legs, no wings, but can fly like the wind.”
		Cassandra Teed

Copyright © Cassandra Teed | Year Posted 2006

Details | Cowboy |

A Cowboy Remembers 9/11

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 

New York’s a far piece to ride to,
But folks all know what happened that day—
When those twin towers both came down
And there wasn’t much left then to say.

There’s always some that mean you harm,
Out on the range or down by the creek—
And there’s a time to take a stand
And not to just turn the other cheek.

There are those that only want talk—
And those that say we should cut and run—
But that ain’t my America—
Americans always get things done!

A strong purple haze is rising
From the plains and cities of the earth—
It’s called American spirit—
It now reclaims the rights of our birth.  

Two proud peaks rise up from the range,
Like a dream we all have of heaven—
They soar above white clouds and sky—
A remembrance of 9/11. 

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006