Best Dark Horse Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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I did not drive the roan that day,
Just saddled up my old dark bay,
To check out fences far afield
And breathe in life with all its yield.

Near border’s end I came upon
A fresh, dead cow down by the pond.
I wondered why it had died here
With water...

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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...

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