Cowboy Woman Poems | Cowboy Poems About Woman

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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 | Lyric |

Viagra and Beer

Too much Viagra and beer.
Too much Viagra and beer.
My wife was out of town,
I hit every club around.
Each time I'd hope to find
A horny woman here.

Country Bob's was the last club that was open.
Near blind drunk and horny, but I was still hopin'.
A pretty woman gave me a glance,
Smiled and said, "Nice pants.
Honey, I'm ridin' if you're ropin'."

A few hours later, I was in a Helluva mess
She's still ridin' hard and screamin', "God, this is the best!"
I was dizzy and light-headed. I had pains in my chest,
But she wouldn't stop long enough to call EMS.

When I came to, I was home in my own bed,
Next to my lovely wife; and this is what she said:
"I picked you up at Country Bob's, my dear;
And there's gonna be some changes around here.

You were fantastic last night;
So, I only think its right
If I supplement your diet 
With Viagra and beer."

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
She treats me like a king,
Says I make her body sing;
So, She makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

Viagra and beer. Viagra and beer.
Yeah, she makes sure I get my Viagra and beer.

We're like newlyweds. 
I need a break sometime.

Submitted by: Buzz O'Words
Written: 3/3/14

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I saw you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cuz he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his momma,
Even tho' he's thirty-three.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts 
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin';
Says, "Women are lustin' after you."
But when he takes a pretty woman home,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

Momma says, "Son, if you want good lovin', 
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night, 
And keep you satisfied." 

So, baby, you can stare at him;
But you ought to give me a whirl.
'Cuz he's a handsome hunk;
but when he gets drunk, 
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, Baby.....ugly girls.
You don't stand a chance.
And how that boy loves his momma.
Wouldn't you like to dance?

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015

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 | Cowboy |

You Say You Love Me But I Don't Know Your Reason Why

Is it because I have plenty of money, or  because I plainly do not?
I need to know what's on your mind, not only setting mine at ease.
I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable by putting you on the spot,
Now, tell me your reason, in and out of season, tell me please!

You say you love me but I don't know your reason why.
Come on, Man, tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, hmmm, that may be your reason why.

You not only say you love me but show you really live the life.
Even while all your friends are here, you still sing to me down on your knees
All through our years and more so now, I'm so happy being Mrs. Your Wife,
In and out of season, I am your reason, it's me, you're wanting to please!

You say you love me, ooohhhh. Now, I know your reason why!
Yeah, Man, you tell this woman sweetie words I want to hear.
The fire in your eyes sends my heart racing sky high,
It  makes me beam from ear to ear, year after year!
You say you love me, mmhmm. Now, I know your reason why!

Copyright © Tony McCann | Year Posted 2012

Details | Cowboy |

When a woman says I love you

When a woman says she loves you, take note because what she means is she trusts you. When a woman says she loves you, it’s not because it sounds cute or surprisingly because she likes the way it sounds when it rolls off her tongue. When a woman says she loves you she’s entrusting you not only with her heart but with every insecurity she has ever phantom. When a woman says she loves you must first understand that it is not rather or not you feel the same way but more so that you understand what is happening at that very moment, because although I love is a statement when a woman and I do mean a woman says I love you, it’s a series questions. She’s asking you first of all are you man enough to love her back, Take her heart and do it no harm, and if not are you man enough to be bold enough to know that even if you may not feel the same way acknowledging it and being upfront is a lot better than dragging her along for what will be a both unpleasant and heartbreaking ride because you see when a woman says she loves you, what she is asking you is are you done being a boy and ready to make that next big step, that next big commitment. When a woman says I love you she asking you are you just going to keep sampling, or are you ready to buy? Are you done renting and ready to sign this mortgage? When a woman say she loves what she really say is……. Are you ready to make this Home?

Copyright © Clemon Beverly | Year Posted 2015

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I dress the way I do on stage
To transport you to another age
Where wild women of the west
Proved they stood among the best
They rode boot to boot along side the men
Riding broncs to hell & back again
They wore skirts, jodhpurs, flowers & frills
Had more than their share of thrills & spills

When you see me here, I hope you recall
Those women who rode proud & tall
Tad Lucas on Midnight, crow hopping & smiling
Fox Hastings, in feathers & flowers, beguiling
Mitzi Lucas Riley, her death defying grace
On galloping horse, a suicide drag, & mesmerizing face
Marge Greenough on Boxer, that gal could really fly
Nancy Sheppard with her spinning ropes, gravity defied

On the day to day, I wear a different look
Still different from those Cowboys you see in picture books
Dusty boots, faded jeans & a cowboy hat, of course
If I dressed the way I do on stage it would amuse my horse
I grew up in the Wild West, or what there is of it now
I learned to ride at an early age & know my way around a cow
I don’t have a need for wooly chaps, my shotguns work just dandy
If I wore woolies, the cactus would soon look like cotton candy

My childhood heroes included those dazzling rodeo gals
I spent many a Saturday morning as Roy & Dale’s Saddle Pal
But the role models that I still look up to today
Have quietly gone about their lives, living the Cowboy way
There’s Georgie Sicking, still going strong in Kaycee
As tough as they come, she always demands the best from me
Sister Bourne, her laughing eyes & ready wit
For forty years taught in one room schools, in her there was no quit

There are many others who have helped me along the way
Their stories are for another time, another place & day
Today I’ll weave for you a tapestry of Western Rhyme
Of rodeo’n, romanc’n & remember’n & a simpler time
There is magic in the West, I find it every where
It is that magic & my memories, that with you I will share
So settle in & enjoy the ride, for I know I have brought my best
As I stand here on this stage, a Wild Woman of the West

Copyright © Catherine Devine | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |



tonight I lay on my Chicago Bears pillow

a reminder of another year of my life
a reminder of the woman who gave me
these pillows as a birthday gift. 
a reminder that these were given by a 
Dallas Cowboys fan.

and with them
every moment we smoked our cigarettes
drank and 

and with them
the greatest lesson I can give anyone
about life:

it goes on.

tonight I lay on my Chicago Bears pillow
tonight she sleeps as a Dallas Cowboys fan
loving a Chicago Bears man.

the NFL would not approve.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cowboy |

When Good Folks Get Mad, Part I

Madeline Cole worked over the basin,
Washing clothes for her, and her man,
In the wilds of Kansas, 1878,
Where grass, between horizons, did span.

A pretty young woman, a brand new wife
She’d yet to fall heavy with child,
But she hoped and she prayed, whenever she could
That her dreams would wait only a short while.

When on the ridge three forms appeared,
Mounted proud, riding tall on horseback.
Madeline had seen them before this day,
The whole county had felt their attacks.

The Anderlin brother, that was their name,
The scourge of this part of the west,
Rustlers, thieves, killers, and back-shooters,
No lawman rode that they could not bet.

They approached the house, leers on their faces,
The oldest a brigand names Joe.
Madeline grabbed her and rifle and went out the door,
No further would she let the filth go.

Joe he just smiled, and shook his head
Saying ‘Darling, now you listen here!
I mean to have you, one way or the other,
Play nice and there’s no need to fear.’

‘But girl if you push me, I’ll tell your plain
I’ll put six bullets into that chest.
I think you’ll agree, it would be a sin
To put six bloody holes in those breasts.’

But Madeline stood and refused to budge,
Joe’s weathered face grew more ugly and cruel.
He said,’You can’t kill us all, not today.
Be smart here, don’t be a damned fool.’

‘You’ll like what we give you, I guarantee
You’ll be moaning when you are under
The body of a real man, not some green husband
Who likes to play at being a puncher...’

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

CONtempTUouS ConCErn

                     CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no other lover ever made me fall sleep feeling so tired and tossed

It’s what I find despicable about her that makes my smile fade
It’s what I mind when she does the things a preacher once forbade
The sun is ignited by the fire that burns inside of me for her
And it’s the agitation and aggravation she so easily can spur

It’s difficult to face the day knowing somewhere she exists
And so the darkness of my detrimental determination persists
For I am determined to scream loud enough that she can hear from miles away
And she’s also the reason I hold a heart full of hatred from day to miserable day

The lady may never hear of my feelings and soulfulness she stole 
And before I met the heat of her heart I was still a man with soul
These are all the facts and admissions the woeful woman may never know
And as for myself even I do not understand why I still love the woman so
    © 2011.…Phreepoetree ~~free cee!~

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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When Good Folks Get Mad, Part II

...But Madeline just too aim, lined up her shot.
‘I don’t need to kill all, just you Joe,’
She said as she aimed straight for his heart,
‘We both know how this will unfold.’

‘Charlie there doesn’t breath without say-so,
And Walter can’t hit a barn with his gun.
It’s only you, Joe. You are the whole gang,
And with one shot it all is undone.’

Ol d Joe did seethed, and go for his pistol,
Madeline squeezed, and the rifle did bark.
Joe pitched backwards quickly, dead on his feet
His rotten soul lost to the great dark.

Madeline she shifted, and shot Walter
The stunned fool fell from his horse.
And Charlie he turned, and galloped away,
So she winged him, as matter of course.

Charlie, he fell, and let out a moan
His left arm broken, bloody and raw
Madeline stalked closer, stood over him
And placed the barrel up against his jaw.

‘You think that I’m weak, to live here in peace
Since I do not go plunder and steal,
But my husband fought rebels, and I shot you
So listen up closely, cause this is the deal!’

‘I won’t kill you now, even though I ought
To leave you here, broken and red
And if your return, I won’t kill you then
I’ll just shoot off your other, little, head.’

‘So get up and walk, but don’t you dare talk!
Go on now and make your escape.
And tell all those thugs that you call friends,
Madeline Cole in no one’s to rape!’

So she took the horses, and Charlie ran off,
Anything more from him would be futile.
And Charlie he learned, the old proverb was true:
When the good folk get mad, they get brutal.

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

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The Scarlet Hussy, Part I

Miriam O’Flynn worked as a fancy lady,
That was not what she had once planned to be.
Orphaned in a crash, at the young age of nine
She learned to do what she must to survive.

She plied her wanton trade at Jacob McClors,
A saloon owned by a man fond of whores,
And wore her red hair all pined up and fussy,
So the townsfolk nick-named her: The Scarlet Hussy.

The cared not for her, they called her perverse,
Turned their nick-name from a joke to a curse.
And even the husbands, with whom she had lain,
Pointed and told all their kids,”Stay away!”

And Jacob McClors often took his pleasure,
He worked his girls hard, no time for leisure.
And if his liquor and whores weren’t enough,
Word is he was thieving, and stealing quite much.

Only one man in town had not come to her
Rancher Adam Kline, who lived at the curve
Of the fast, rocky river outside of the town,
On a plot of range-land, he had settled down.

She’d see him now and then, buying supplies,
And imaged she saw non-judgmental eyes
But she supposed that she was just fantasizing
On the fact that good Kline always gave her a grin.

But McClorshad ambition, and grew in reknown,
And soon had the run of the whole dang town.
When the Marshall died strangely, one winter night
They all knew McClors did it, and was ready to fight

With any who challenged, so the mayor backed away
And the good people just tried to keep clear of the fray
McClors, he grew crueler, avoiding the kiss
Taking his pleasure on his girls with both fists.

On day Miriam fled, battered and bruised
And the good rancher Kline, she quickly pursued.
She found him alone, working his small herd,
And he saw the young woman, desperate and injured....


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

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The Scarlet Hussy, Part III

...McClors rode up, and smiled quite thin,
He said,”Woman, get away from him!
You come with me now, and it will suffice.
You play more of these games, and you’ll get the knife.”

“See I’m in no mood for dumb girlish stunts—”
A blast roared out, and McClors gave a grunt.
From the back of his horse the villain did flop,
His chest torn apart from a load of buckshot.

Adam he turned while all sat there stunned,
And found the three lackies with his scatter-gun.
The horses they stomped, the lackies they blustered
Stupidly bunched in one great, big cluster.

The other barrel it was already cocked,
And Adams laid waste to the thugs with one shot!
Two died right quick, and the third man moaned,
Trapped underneath his dead mangled roan.

Adams stalked up, stared down at the man,
He said,”Listen up now, or forever be damned.
It seems strange to say it, amdist this strife,
But I’ve decided  to make this woman will my wife.”

“So I’ll let you live, and run back to the town,
And tell all the people the way things are now.
This woman right here none shall disrespect,
And if I see you back here, I’ll stretch your damn neck!”

The lackie he stumbled and faltered away
Miriam had no words, nothing she could say.
Adam nodded.  “I’d accept your offer,
But I think there’s a better one that I can proffer.”

“If you don’t mind a killer for a husband,
Than you and I will go to Reverend Dan,
Cause I still have a few good kith and good kin
Who wouldn’t approve of us living in sin.”

And so they went down, and so they were wed
And raced to his home, barely making it to the bed.
The mayor later stopped by, still half-rattled with fear,
And said “ ’twas all self-defense!  It’s perfectly clear.”

Now Kline he lucked out with his newfound bride,
She gave him seven kids, their joy and their pride.
And as they years went  by, their pasts they did fade,
Both found some peace in the life they had made.

Though still some townsfolk whispered of her,
But said nothing aloud to avoid Adam’s anger.
From that day at the ranch, till death came in time
She was known simply as: Misses Miriam Kline.

Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017

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The Scarlet Hussy, Part II

...“I need your help Adam,”she frantically said.
“If no one will help, I soon will be dead.
I know you barely know me, we’ve not even a lay
But please here me out, let me have my say.”

“McClors is a killer, he’ll kill us all soon
To save myself, this is what I will do:
If you will protect me from McClor’s mad rage
You’ll have your fill of me, each and every day.”

“I’ll cook and I’ll clean, I will keep you house,
I’ll do anything that you’d get from a spouse.
I’ll bear all your children, many or few,
You don’t know the things I can do for you.”

“It may not be the stuff born of dreams,
But I’m not some dumb girl, young and naïve.
Please protect me now and you’ll always find
A welcoming woman to stand by your side.”

Adam shook his head, and offered a frown,
Saying,”You’re better off just fleeing town.
You think I’m a hero, from the stories grand,
But I tell you now, I am not that man.”

“Some would say that I am no better then McClors
For the things that’s I’ve done in the years before,
On long months’ march in far southern climes,
Where bloodshed and death a man’s soul did grind.”

“And more years on the plains, dodging the blows
And the arrows shot, by cunning, red foes.
I have brought death to many…and fear
That’s why I keep to myself way out here.”

She said,”Whatever you’ve done, I understand.
I come not looking for a perfect man.
I offer no more than what you can see,
The willingness of a mere Scarlett Hussy—”

Just then the sounds of fast hooves arose,
And horses flew in, out of a nearby grove.
Jaocb McClors and three lackies did ride,
And Adams he said,”My horse, get behind!”...


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2017