Cowboy Farewell Poems | Cowboy Poems About Farewell
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I do not know?
laying in your bed
the permanent ring in the
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already
Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Screaming silently for that one breath
that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat
that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet
mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent
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
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
otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2013
With the wrong eye at mast I cant see that well.
"I am a beautiful wonder" seen. To the sound barrier.
How long must we wait until I be saved and die. I can kill. I can survive. Would you like it proven though. Now what it is I couldnt giva shit
Copyright © or dallas | Year Posted 2016
POEM 25 OUR WISH FOR YOU
EVERYDAY WE WISH THE BEST FOR YOU TO BE THE BEST PERSON YOU CAN.
THIS IS A VERY BIG WISH FOR YOU TO DO IS BE THE BEST THAN THE REST,
THEN YOU WILL KNOW THAT EVERY ONE KNOW YOU IS THE BEST
YOU IS OUT THERE EVERY WHERE!!!
BY:MR. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017