Best Horseback Riding Poems
In the past during many a generation,
a horse has been used for transportation.
Usually obedient animals not needing a goad,
they are quite strong, and can pull a heavy load.
Horseback riding is a past time many know.
On a country trail, it’s the way to go.
Sometimes, horses are animals with a mind of their own.
If they don’t like a rider, that person can be thrown.
Horses can be insubordinate and very fickle.
If you fall off a horse, it doesn’t tickle.
These creatures can be a very faithful friend.
However, they can cause injury that may be hard to mend.
The air was thin and icy.
It was dark and cold outside.
A blanket of snow covered the ground.
The footprints in the snow led the way.
We loaded the bus one-by-one as if we were animals entering Noah’s Ark.
Statuesque beings sat motionless in their seats.
Twenty pairs of eyes half-open stared blankly ahead fixated on nothingness.
Our journey to the unknown was about to begin.
The bus tired spun in circles like a child’s merry-go-round.
Round and round they went like the thoughts in my head.
I felt like a kid at the circus.
Excitement and freedom swept over me like a cool, summer breeze.
The road was long and unfamiliar.
Time passed by so slowly as if the earth’s stopwatch had been turned off.
The once frozen bus was not swimming in a sea of hot air.
Our final destination was a small, almost-deserted town in Upstate NY.
It looked as though a plague had swept through like a giant broom and devastated it completely.
One after the other buses pulled up.
A sea of yellow painted the once dreary canvas.
Girls of all shapes and sizes descended onto the now colorful landscape.
All dressed in tan britches, black boots, and smiles.
The clan of riders filed into the ring like a colony of ants all with the same mission.
This was my first mission.
I was a soldier going into battle for the first time.
The ant colony gathered in a circular formation.
The sign-in table was engulfed and swallowed whole.
Numbers were being handed out, one-by-one.
36, 17, 41, 54, 62, 12, 19, 38…
The judge’s voice boomed over the speaker like the voice of G-d.
Every crevice of the ring was filled with the loud, unclear syllables.
Girls of horseback walked proudly and calmly into the ring.
Horses arched their necks and pranced around as if they owned the world.
Tails raised slightly, eyes beaming forward, chests massive.
Hours passed by like days.
My nerves built up like a roaring fireball in my stomach.
One swift leg-up from my coach and I am propelled onto the horse.
I land smoothly into seat of the saddle.
I am welcomed with open arms.
Together, as one creation, we walked into the ring to compete the mission at hand.
"There's a Sport for Everyone" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Farmer
in the Dell".
There's a sport for everyone,
There's a sport for everyone-
Baseball, soccer, basketball;
Sports are so much fun!
Bonus activity: Ask each child which sports they participate in or would like to try.
Explain that there is a sport for everyone, no matter your physical capabilities. Some
sports like English horseback riding may require more mental skills than physical. Tell
children, "If you try a variety of sports, you're sure to find one you love!"
Take me to the countryside
where all the daffodils grow
fresh perfume saturating the air
dispersing sensational aroma
in the atmosphere.
Take me to the countryside
to inhale the balmy fragrance
of mother earth,
to walk on grassy lands
and hold each other hands.
Take me to the countryside
to gaze at the swaying trees,
and listen to them humming breathlessly
in the chilly breeze.
enchanting birds singing in the gusty afternoon,
dancing vigorously to their melodious tune.
Take me to the countryside
where all the natural things grow,
tangerine, oranges , banana and kiwi fruit.
homemade yogurt ,sweet yam
and fresh milk from grandpa’s lamb.
Take me to the countryside
to coalesce with earthy peasants,
to run up and down the cornfield
and waddle through onion beds.
Soak me in nature,
and replenish my aching soul
purge my agonizing wound,
and distill my sorrowful tune.
My soul yearns for spiritual fulfillment
to drown the chaos from the external environment,
mineral water and running streams,
strumming guitars and melodious flutes
are singing harmoniously,
and whispering the truth.
lead me to a place of comfort,
a place where I can breathe,
a place of beauty and incomparable dreams.
Take me to the countryside
to mingle with the animals,
to go horseback riding,
and camp on the mountain top.
Take me away from this hopelessness,
to a place of peace and quietness.
Take me away from this desolation
and find away to solve this confusion.
I want to be free,
free from this burden and misery,
so take me with you before you leave.
When I close my eyes and count to three
at the sound of the whistle
I charge you to set me free.
©2013 Christine Phillips
One day someone asked me why I loved horseback riding. When I was asked I honestly didn't
have an answer. So I thought long and hard about it, and here it is.
I love to ride a horse because of the freedom I feel,
The trees as they flash by,
The wind in my hair,
The atmosphere where it is just me and my horse,
When I ride I forget all of my troubles,
The sway of the long grass as the wind blows,
The sound of the ground under the horses feet,
The fresh air,
And riding into the beautiful sunset.
But along with all of these things I love about riding I have come to realize that it is
a part of who I am. Maybe it is the fact that I have Native American blood running through
my veins.
All my life I've been extra large plus
I'm known as a very large fellow
I would easily pass as a school district bus
If somebody painted me yellow
"No secret to losing weight" I've been told
"Just cut the fat from your diet"
"Get up and about even if it's cold"
Once again, I decided to try it
But, jogging was something senseless to me
And riding a bike seemed insane
Joining a gym involved a large fee
And lifting weights was a pain
So for exercise I choose horseback riding
It's fun and easier than it sounds
It's a very effective form of dieting
'Cause my horse lost forty pounds
One weekend I decided to do some camping
Along with good friends
and go horseback riding.
Cooking away on the open pit
not my thing, I must admit.
So I decided to have a ride
In the middle of the night
Upon my beautiful horse
Tanked full of beer-
fearing no recourse.
Into the woods we sped
Not able to see, and quite tipsy
I thought it a blast
Till I hit that tree
on the ground I went
almost broke a knee.
Miles away from camp,
Thank the Lord my horse stayed
with me.
Together, following her track
I limped back.
One thing I must make clear,
Never ride a horse drinking beer!
Honorable Mention in the " Light is On, but Nobody Is Home" contest
by Paula Swanson
A. Green
SECRETS IN THE KEEP
Secrets, secrets ------ secrets in the Keep; maidens call them without which they
shall meet, of the baron and his bride a solemn meet, sordid secrets,
secrets in the Keep
A wizard's spell, a call of bell and peal, chimes and trumpets
the courtyard round, princess-pretty prince and horseback riding; jumping
brushes and endless jumps, then at last confiding ------
the wizard's wicked coniving
Brick and mortar and stone thrice born, eaves of swollen vine above the tower
corner, sneaking windows and fingered leafy-ropes reaching out; climbing
wooden portals to keep the monarch without ------ the palace walls, the royal
halls and pallisade stalls, rolling hills in distances afar
Trapped, amidst leering buzzards abound, feeding to feed on king and queen,
eyes from walls, eyes in the deep ----- dark earth of smitten Keep, Shadow
wakened... wakened from sleep
The heart of many sorrow down, unwakened from sleep; rise they may, rise they
shall, one by one as they do not slay... never so soon must they stay the hearts
of men fast, lucid mind and with heavy task ----- stay the peace, o be it so to
everlasting end
Naught is written on but a few of every brow, stay the peace? asks the haggled
plea of many soul, wrought to bitter end, unsheathed to war and revolution,
their solace but a solution for kings this night; one rose above the dreary
doom lit light, sheathed aplenty in golden hue, and addressing himself he
gave a sting and hello, for he spoke truth to every soul
Yet the heart be that it may, overwhelmed and possessed to pillage and slay,
to teach them and baron ----- the villains from the east, a lesson this day,
the king rose up and spoke, calmly and hoped ----- it be not they to decide
the fate of kings; offering peace in place of baneful hope
Though always, secrets, secrets ----- secrets in the keep...
Feelings are Tricky
Feelings come and go like going horseback riding without the horse...
Feelings are Tricky
Feelings & thoughts of inadequacy thoughts running rapid like you're on an never ending roller coaster tossed here & there.
Feelings are Tricky
So I say again...
Feeling like pieces to a puzzle full of pieces to a puzzle that almost fit but not exactly so to speak. t's like your mind is playing tricks now you see now you don't, as though your mind is slowly, slowly unbelievable slipping away.
Feelings are Tricky
In the darkness like over flowing rivers resembling a river non-stop, joy, fear, anger & solitude, oh my oh my...
Feelings are Tricky
surrounded by unfavorable, fading circumstances. In the state of desperation & hope at the same time.
Feelings are Tricky
seeming trapped in darkness and the light of day, like morning dew with an array of beauty.
Feelings are Tricky
Sometimes it's hard living beyond your feelings, because they follow us around all day even to eternality holding onto dear life...
Feelings are Tricky
Oh my Lord what's going on now..
Feelings are Tricky
like waves, moments of hope, satisfaction, peace, contentment, trust, accountability, pride, fear with no self control...
only in the end of day to realize it's only feelings with it's twists & turns going to & fro...
By: Deborah Vines penned 10/14/2017
Pitching a leg across the nether
Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly
A chestnut bay who needs to know
That she’s being ridden by someone
Who will take her through the paces,
Strides both gentle and regulated
By a walk, a canter, a gallop, a sprint
Where she feels all her steps
Light, loose and limber as liquid love
That rains down from a heart who
Gives this mare the greatest rides
Through meadows, across hills
Into the kindness of life filled with
Delights, pleasures, sweetest bliss
Brought to life on the back end
Of a horse who listens to the kindness
Whispered through laughter, light
Chortles felt by the spirit who believes
“cowgirl up” brings plenty of dreams
To life on the back of a mount who needs
Only to be ridden without restriction
By a rider who knows the key to any heart
Is found at the end of a set of reins
Where equine love trots into command
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
December 23, 2022
Modes Of Transport.
What forms of transport have evolved from when time first begun
We'd use our legs to walk and climb and we learnt to run.
Then horse drawn carts and horseback riding became a popular way.
Men would work and plough their fields and break their backs each day.
Then fast forward to modern day
with so many changes found
not only can one travel fast
but one can leave the ground.
With boats, cars, trains and planes
and bicycles to boot
with so many changes here at hand
travel is a hoot.
With so many changes in travel
and it's effect on the human race,
It will not be long before Astronauts
whisk us off to space.
Let’s go horseback riding; it will be fun!
I say “I don’t want to.”
She keeps hounding me.
I say “Do you want me to lie?”
I finally lie.
Because I fell off a horse
When I was five
When I was eight
When I was thirteen.
None of these times was fun.
Do you remember, dear, we were young
It was dusk and we’d gone horseback riding
Stopped to sip riesling wine
Nibble grapes and cheese
With much passion you unfurled your intentions
Detailed how you saw the future together
Getting married, building a house
And then maybe children to call our own
You asked me to consider it
I said there was nothing to think about
So it was that with a kiss we sealed the deal
There was no greater honour in my heart
And on the outside I know I glowed
For we both knew we were creating history
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 3, 2018 for contest EIGHT-WORD CHALLENGE sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 9TH
** This poem is in memory of Jesse Lewis. Jesse was a six-year old boy who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Jesse died while leading the other children to safety.
He rides to the place of glory.
He rides to the place of the Lord.
Jessie will sometimes act like the pint-sized Scrooge to make the angels and people laugh and smile.
He had a lot of courage and love inside of him.
Now he will go horseback riding.
Helping people ride into the gates of heaven.
The red earth trembles under the hooves of a few
Godless rebels, burning under the Nevada sun,
and you can see them at the border, beating
a wild fire into a smoking gun, and in the evening,
as the gunpowder ground stains black, shadows
on horseback riding through long dismantled towns,
stop, and smoke a cigarette (in lieu of Wovoka
death chant), to bring their bones to peace,
ashes to sand, dead memory to life,
and ride on again as ghosts.