Best Dark Horse Poems
Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
He was an old Crow Indian
Rejected by all his kin,
That never fit in any world,
But now lived among white men.
He must have been near one hundred
In our scale of years on earth,
And acquired a wealth of wisdom
From the first day of his birth.
All his words would tell his visions,
And I can hear them all still—
Especially his prophecy:
The dark horse upon the hill.
The time would be of many storms,
And grim changes would occur—
There would be wars and many deaths
And the bloody, silver spur.
The chiefs would be great and many,
Yet their medicine be bad—
And on the land would be defeat—
Squaws would wither and be sad.
Yet, there would still be one more feared
To trap us with his cruel will—
The one that spoke of hope and change:
That dark horse upon the hill.
And so the once great nation falls
And becomes like all the rest—
The mighty banner now unfurled
As it sinks into the West.
Yes, that old Crow saw it all then—
Now we know the coming chill—
We hold blinded eyes open to
The dark horse upon the hill.
“Dark Horse”
The lost poetic find their shadows
hanging on a wall, the darkness
bleeds from tainted feathers of clipped wings
to reveal a fresh page, sharp pristine
words fly coolly following freedom,
a tempting taste of heaven after hell
ensues for a while;
in short spells,
creation occurs in Purgatory
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“….dross being removed from Gold in a furnace.”
Purgatory
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
Dark Horse
In the thin space between the hours,
where midnight is done but tomorrow not yet begun,
a dark horse rides,
trampling time as everything resets.
Her ancient hooves tear yesterday to dust.
Her furious nostrils inhale every wasted second, and
whineys them out in fresh garlands of blossoming color and sound,
flowering moments that wheel around the sun,
putting every possibilty back in place,
and the first second strikes!
Image Me a Poem, contest
9-18-2017
Escape into the realm of the curiously strange.
The attentive oddities now relate and no longer estrange.
Phases of laughter riddle the night’s air ready to interchange.
The misplaced youth is greeted with a bizarre exchange.
An exotic like mirror is placed in a willing man's possession
It was once a door into a granted obsession
This uncanny event pushes him to a slow yet alert decision
An affectionate relief gives way to a granted vision
The parallel find gives way to a contemporary escape
Living in the dream world is his new mission to reshape
Nightmarish ghouls attack with a mighty force
The courageous warrior prepares to engage this dark horse
A mighty wind appears as a talking deep voice
"Use the mirror the entity will have to make a choice"
A clamor forces the darkness to see his own brutality
His lurid look into reality was the evil’s fatality
thick blanket of death
from the forest, heavy mist
lone dark horse comes.
(January 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
mist in the distance
closer it wave's
A dark shadow catch's my sight
As it flow's over graves
It stop's before me
Breathing out it's fear
creeping silently
on it's horse so near
Horror fills me
Dread and remorse
The dark rider stay's
still on his horse
suddenly i look
Into his deep eye's
Fear and pain leave me
As he stifled my cries
a minute past
My mind so still
Unbridled passion
Take's over my will
Faster he rides
Through the mist of the night
Faster my heart beats
Emotion just right
I've fallen in love
with dark ghost of the dust
i'm gone in a second
To feed his lust
I love a dark horse in the running,
All feisty with so much cunning
It's funny what they say you can't do
Simply put, they have no clue
Wonderful when it is a shock
With a splattering of talent and luck
Everyone doubts your skill,
They have no idea of your will
Listen to the message they send,
They will be standing at the end
Color that desire stunning
I love a dark horse in the running
the year is as spring as you are regardless
the fall hasn’t passed
love, loss, encore
the year is spring and buds threaten bloom
hesitant, having to a waiting
to that oncoming
that a felt cool, autumn wind
tiny’s leaves tight to say, “No, not yet”
the world sits wanting
breathless
happy to bait your summer rivaled, hired limo
not enough money can take you home
when you’re whole lot a walkin’ is a walkin’ the earth
only a few of us out here no that kind of tread
the year is spring as you are baby
and you’re usually right ‘bout that
The Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
to reap his gruesome prizes,
and deliver a terrible fright.
cloaked in the darkest black,
and the bloodiest red.
with his body of bone he's already dead,
and with his scythe he'll hack!
He comes for you
in the black of night,
and what a gruesome sight.
You'll feel fear anew!
He hacks your souls
with his scythe so sharp,
and with them you pay the tolls
to pull away the tarp,
of heaven.
If your souls are black,
and filled with darkness
for eternity he'll hack,
and you are defenseless!
So when the Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
make sure his prizes
are clear of darkness,
and you just might
receive his forgiveness!
Heave Me Back Home
He grasped the reins across the breadth of me,
recrossed his arms to control the whip and me.
My heart dares not stop, lest I be tangled in the mane.
Dare naught to break the pace of hooves,
now that we've passed the inn, and they,
...heave me back home.
***'Jamaica Inn' where shady and unscrupulous characters reside, and Mary Yellan, their neighbor whose suspicion grows...
2019 May 12
*1st Place*
Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry
~~Eve Roper
I love to sit on it,
And ride without a saddle.
It’s stronger than a stallion.
Riding it makes me sweat all over,
Especially down under in my Australia.
I curse often about how my down under
Feels when I bounce and pounce on the dark horse.
The owner often grunts, curses, calls me names,
And forces me to ride harder with no remorse.
I love such torture.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
My boobs bounce like basketballs
While I lie on top sideways or sit up so tall.
Daddy sucks and bites my morsels
While he dunks my rear,
Up and down,
Like an Oreo in milk,
On the horse you know.
I never want to get off,
Because it gets me off.
Having that strength poking me,
Feels heavenly.
I love to feel it slide as I glide sloppily,
On the dark horse that belongs to my daddy.
Beside the beaten path, I ride
Passed the followers who robotically glide
Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye
They make their way home and I the same...the throne
Like programs written by the user
They have one task to fulfill
I write my life on my own keys
The virus you cannot kill
And I'll wiggle my way in
and eat from the inside
Until I'm full and want no more
Until the way is mine
She rides hollow into her night
marked by terror, marked by fright
void expression, empty smile
her crown, a mask, to beguile
She moves fettered into her day
contemptuous chip, her shoulder play
a hint of mulberry on the dew
weathered brow, She only knew
She dies slowly into her life
distorted, malignant strife
perception colors her rotting corpse
a crystal grey shattered horse