Best Mustangs Poems

MUSTANGS

The ground shudders, and shakes,
 Under pounding hooves.
 Echoing against canyon walls.
Fast and furious wild hearts beat,
Keeping equal pace, with the prairies,
 Wide divide.
From within hell's fiery furnace,
Tempered muscle drives motions sinew.
Behold evolution's die hard breed,
Built for no other purpose except,
Excessive Speed.
Racing along at razors...

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Mustangs are wild and free 
Always moving forward 
And never turning back 

They run under the sky
And sleep under the stars
As one family

They run though the grass
And swim in the water
Conquering the land 

With the wind in their hair 
And freedom in their eyes
They are...

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~Mustangs Are Born Free~
(Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them...

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~Mustangs Are Born Free~
(Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them...

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Nine wild mustangs canter across the prairie
Old West symbols of animals on free range
Known to them is only one adversary

-- Pounding hooves fade into history’s pages

Magnificent specie appears unwary
Victim of habitat infringement and change
Government roundups so unnecessary

Protection not offered, to the contrary
Mustangs captured and sold...

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(Monchielle) 


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know. 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them run in...

Continue reading...

~Mustangs Are Born Free~
(Monchielle)


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them...

Continue reading...

~Mustangs Are Born Free~ 
(Monchielle) 


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know. 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free...

Continue reading...

On this pristine shoreline Wild Mustangs roam,
Over five hundred years it has been their home,
Their beauty and independence deserve our respect,
Their mere presence allows us to connect,

To Colonial times when Mustangs arrived on boats,
With Spanish Path Finders who were exploring the coast,
Of North Carolina shores,...

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Coats of shimmering autumn,
pied shadows, blinding snow
Time and mist have scribbled fear
into the sinews

LIBERUM Divisa 3 Poetry Contest 
Gregory R Barden 
Tuesday Dec it’s 2020


Original poem
Winged Steeds of Mist
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/winged_steeds_of_mist_933961...

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An ache, some hurt with longing to yearn
Cauldron left to simmer with passion
Bubbles in the fire ball of desire
Closely watch topless metaphors;

Animal instinct with intuition 
Gets drawn in a desperate hunger
As she is wooed in the foreplay  
Melodious moments with sensation;

Makes her cower to...

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I went to work for him that year,
early on, in the fall, 
It was my job to help feed, 
water, and clean the stalls. 
  
    The quarter horses that he raised, 
were among the finest to be seen. 
Then there...

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(Monchielle) 


Let wild horses run free 
In mountains let them be 
Release them let them go 
Stop killing these horses 
They are so scared you know 

Let wild horses run free 
Don't divide mom from baby 
Wild horses to be free 
Let them run in...

Continue reading...

MUSTANGS

In the wide open spaces of Wyoming
Where sheep and horses graze
I took a notion to do some roamin'
And spend at least a few days

The days turned into weeks
The weeks turned into months
I had to go back to take a peek
'Cause I had been there once

In...

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We heard their hooves twenty minutes before they appeared
stallions and mares rounding the corner of the world at break leg speed
blur of  red, black and gray wild mustangs, free to roam the plains
Wyoming’s finest specimens, some sixteen hands high

giant powerful wildebeests disappeared as rapidly...

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