Limerick Horse Poems | Limerick Poems About Horse

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A Horse To Hate

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
and at night sometimes he visits me.
His attacks to my thigh
make me think I might die.
Wild "Charley Horse" acts horribly.

For he comes out of nowhere, so fast!
And he brings a sharp pain like a blast.
I scream like a loon
hit by a harpoon.
Then my husband awakens aghast!

But my hubbie can’t help me. That horse,
though invisible, has such great force!
How I love my reprieves
when the little beast leaves.
But his kind never stays gone, of course!

My poor calf he attacked in a pool
while I swam, and I felt like a fool
as I floundered around.
Well, I could have drowned!
He’s a mean little horse and a ghoul.

He’s got kin, and they all like the game
of bringing folks pain. One has fame
of attacking your womb
in a hospital room.
Now THAT one puts Charley to shame!!

By Andrea Dietrich

(note to those who do not know this common
 American expression: Charley Horse is a leg cramp
and all the his kin are assorted types of cramps!)

For PD's "Any Poem Goes" Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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Jimerick: Racing Certainty

Jim ordered a racehorse online
A thoroughbred sold in it's prime.
Now just for a laugh
They sent a giraffe
But it wins by a neck every time.

Copyright © Ray Gridley | Year Posted 2017

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A Horse-A Horse: My Kingdom For A Horse

A horse!  A horse!  My kingdom for a horse!

Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!

Richard's steed Surrey lay dead

Slain by a crossbow 'tis said

Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

(Not for the contest)

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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Horse Shoe Hero

They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a bumble bee stinger.

My skill with the irons well known
These rookies all covet my throne
I'm the king of the pit
They best deal with it
Cause these beers put me right in the zone

I'll conquer till' no one remains
And brag of ice water filled veins
Not even a test
to prove I'm the best
And poised to continue my reign.

Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2011

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Lord Fartwither's Horse

I must pity Lord Fartwither's horse

as it struggles to just stay the course

both his nostrils he flares

as he bites and he glares

For Lord Fartwithers butt was the source!

Copyright © Kimberly Shaw | Year Posted 2015

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Horse racing

   There once was a young jockey called Morse,
   Who gave a nod and a wink to his horse.
   But the horse it was blind,
   So no way could it find,
   The winning post on the race course.

   6/ 1/ 2015.


   Do you agree,that an inclination of the cranium,
   Is equally as effective, as an oscillation of an optic,
   To an equine quadruped void of visionary capacity

   Translation of quote.

   Do you agree that a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.

   I do not know who wrote it . My elder brother taught me this 
   when i was about fifteen years old.

Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015

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Charlie Horse

There once was a feller named Charlie Horse,

   Who was unmercifully teased of course.

      But he took it all in stride,

         With a modicum of pride,

            Damning his zany name 'til he was hoarse!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2013

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Limerick: Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Limerick : Once a Dark Horse in a handicap

Once a Dark Horse in a handicap
Led head, tail and hoof in the last lap
All eyes on winning post
Cameras clicked the most
Horse lost in the negative, so clap !

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

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A Distempered Horse

There once was a skinny horse name George.
Poor ole soul lived alone in a gorge.
Three fit sheep came his way.
They were traded that day.
Matted, bony, his belly engorged.  

Onward He forged, living on the brink.
I’ll save him, one young maiden did think.
Head hung; life was his game.
George, his infamous name.
She prayed; from his needs, she did not shrink.

George would not drink; lips were cracked and dry.
She asked God, “Please don’t let him die.”
Water was his kismet.
Sweet feed filled hope’s bucket.
She cut out mats; whisked away each fly.

Six months later, George was still alive.
Lips were moist; he ate; began to thrive.
With some flesh on his bones,
And relieved of his groans,
The day of her moving would arrive.

The time came when George had to be sold.
Half Arabian, not very old
Registration papers.
The old trader’s capers,
You promised them, the young girl cajoled.

How could he live; does he have luster?
Papers lost; no death by distemper.
Confessions on that day,
The girl went away.
Compassion to the horse did whisper.

New owners bought him, his health still poor.
His price and potential was the big lure.
They quickly changed his name.
Greener pastures, the game.
Star’s beauty became his life’s encore.

© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Horse Story 	 
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

(Based on a true story)

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011

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Horse Racing 100th poem

Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins?  We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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Flogging a Dead Horse

To the unknown in outer space, sending a missile
on a wrong direction, problems should go on exile
converting broilers to layers
supported by so much prayers
hoping the mistake will turn out to be a sweet bile.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Ride'm Horse Boy

Ride’m Horse Boy By Tom Wright Friend Roy tried his hand with bucking horses. Overestimating the power of gravity’s forces, The first spin was rough, Landing Roy on his duff, Now he seeks wages from alternate sources. Roy, I call’em like I see’m, And I see Cowboys riding cows, And Horse boys riding horses. Tom

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2016

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Just Horsing Around with Limericks

(sorry, Tirzah, I could not do a nice long poem on horses.
I just felt like doing some silly limericks playing off expressions
for horses. Thanks for the inspiration!)

I Hate that Horse

There’s a horse that I so hate to see,
And at night sometimes he visits me.
His attack to my thigh
Makes me think I might die.
That Charly Horse acts horribly!

Horses Have Ears, Ya Know

“I could eat a horse!” hungry bob said
To his friends as he rode his horse, Ned.
Taking it the wrong way,
Ned reared up with a “neigh!”
Bob fell off and got kicked in the head.

Pony Up

“Pony up,” said the seamstress in town
With the new bride’s hand-sewn beaded gown.
But having no dough,
The bride cast her eyes low,
Saying, “Sorry, but my pony is down.”

In Our One Horse Town

We love ostriches. Haven’t you heard?
Yes, it’s true, and I give you my word
Just one old mare lives here.
Had no foals; she is queer.
So each cowboy just rides a bird!

For Tirzah's "A Horse is a Horse of Course" contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Unreceived Parcel

Unreceived  Parcel

I have sent your parcel Please be patient  
Your curtain hooks have been sent 
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it 
I will make a special deliver 
Through the dark forces of night 
In horse and cart 
Await me at 2 am tonight 
Leave the window slightly ajar 
I will ring three chimes on my arrival 
With your special delivery 
Slide open the window 
Look down You will see me standing there with your parcel 
Slowly on your toes  
Push forward and slide out the window 
Reach for me 
Then you will have your parcel  
I will have delivered the goods 
Your wife will have curtain hooks to hang the curtains  
Then your curtains will be closed forever 
I will place roses on your grave 
Sending you a graceful goodbye 
Delivering, your unreceived goods

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016

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Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede..

Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

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Grey Diamond

There was a young jockey from Ireland 
Booked to ride the race horse, grey diamond
he wanted to be seen
painted grey diamond green
and kissed the Blarney Stone for Ireland.


Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017

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From St Patrick's pent horses to out horse

From St. Patrick's pent horses to out horse

She rode St. Patrick's day wild horses
Through leprechauns and lucky Joe's of course
She rode her horses well
Every horse loved her swell
In came a pony changing the concourse

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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Pony Trouble

The animals just can't agree they say
Because Pony will always say neigh
It's hard to say more
With his throat so sore
Because Pony's a little hoarse today!

Copyright © PAT Adams | Year Posted 2017

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She rode with him to Shebuktoo

She rode with him to Shebuktoo

she rode up and down the hilly concourse
riding shot gun like on his big white horse
when he shot his gun high in the air
a huge blast of shouts shook the pair
in frenzy she bucked, too, arriving with a force

connie pachecho


Copyright © connie pachecho | Year Posted 2017

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Trump and His Horse

Trump and His Horse

Wonder when Trump will play the part;
Where he does began or ever can start;
Big pain being;
Not worth seeing;
He and his horse could not find the cart.

Wow. On a roll. Have to go back 
and finish sanding house so I can 
paint it. Jim Horn

PS. Here is another Horn Haiku.

How you communicate,
With someone is how they will,
Always respond back.

Trump acts and communicates like a 
child. People will act the same way in 

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017