Cowboy Funeral Poems | Cowboy Poems About Funeral
These Cowboy Funeral poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Funeral. These are the best examples of Cowboy Funeral poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.
they walked along
weathered, carrying their guns;
like the four horsemen…
down to the O.K.
guns blazing, bullets flying;
smoke clears, the strong stand…
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2011
Can you see his steel blue eyes?
measuring you up for size
Gun placed low around his hips
A cigar hangs from his lips
He moves slow and yet he's fast
Those who challenged didn't last
Coffins lined up at the door
Now the losers are no more
You are young a little brash
He seeks honor you seek cash
In the end one will remain
Men choose paths that lead to pain
Young and quick you take your chance
Sadly it's your final dance
He shoots you right between the eyes
You're dead before you realize
From his eye a tear does fall
He doesn't look quite as tall
He just turns and walks away
Another Cowboy's lost today
Shadow's Cowboy Contest
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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
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
REQUIEM FOR A ROMANCE
You know, we could.........
we could laugh every day the way we promised we would
you know, we could,
if we chose to,
choose to never argue
when you want or need to do something and I don't hesitate......
wouldn't that be great?
we could care deeply
deeply enough to blur the horrific scenes we see
just you and me
the beauty only you and me could be
we could share
with all our wishes and requests laid bare
you and I could make a really noteworthy pair
we could thank our lucky stars that we ever came to meet
we have the ability to make life cotton candy type sweet
when our decades long unfulfilled search for each other would thereby finally meet defeat
we could prevent reality from stifling a smile
for quite a while
we could live in that castle across the street
when again we could bless the day we both came to meet
© 2012......PHREEPOETRY~free cee!~
Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2012
Screamin’ Bill Wilcox was quite a man,
Carved from a block of stone
With a face of leather, deeply tanned
And a voice you could hear in Rome.
A cow hand he was, best with a rop
Could ride both bull or stead,
Quick with a joke, quick with a laugh
Quicker still dealing with thieves.
One cold night on old Montana’s plain
The heard milled, restless, unsettled
Then ray when they heard a lone wolf’s howl,
A test to a puncher’s mettle.
Screaming Bill road out ahead hollering
His voice booming and proud
The cattle swerved in a moment’s spell
And Screamin’ Bill went down.
We found nothing much left of Bill
Just his trampled, yellow hat
We buried him with it, twas only right
Then rode, a herd to catch.
Month went by and the job rolled on,
Long hours for little pay,
And we rode out to green Idaho
A new herd to drive away.
One gray evening the clouds moved in
Lightning crashed across the land,
The cattle spooked, into a grand stampede
With thundering hooves they ran.
And I alone out in the great range
Was answering nature’s call,
Turned and saw a crush of steers
A writhing and churning wall…
Just then a men he cut across
Hollering out ‘This a-way!’
The cattle turned and charged at him,
But he whooped as if at play!
The next day found the heard amidst
A stretch of fertile grass,
Feeding quietly, quite content
No thought of the near past.
I road along to find the man
Who’d saved my life last night,
I found only a yellow hat,
Glinting in the sunlight.
The others they did cross themselves,
But on my face a smile played,
Because I knew right then, for all of time
Screamin’ Bill would ride the plains
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017