Best Ponies Poems

Paint ponies in the snow
delicate dusting across their backs
like confectioner sugar 
sifted
so fine... and
puffy, light, white powder
laying on the land..
Oh how we love
our gentle
Arizona winters!...

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Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
            Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
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The horse is dead but the parade is live and well
Kick the bucket an romance the smell
Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted 
Jesus saves the flavor
Is the craver to be trusted 
Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies 
The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy...

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"Der aint nothin wrong with dat,"
said Haile Brown.

Mrs. Quincy's twin Vietnamese spotted ponies
had been shot
both dead
for trespassing on L. Ron Clark's property.

"They scared my sheep.
Chased em all over the place.
Aint gonna put up with none of that,"
said L. Ron Clark.

"Reckon she shoulda penned em up.
Cant...

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Blue-eyed ponies drag their pickets                                        ...

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They took their ponies onto the plains.  We had let them live there as long as we could but the white men kept coming and it was not our place to stop them.  The winds blew hard and it rained for a long...

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He runs like the wind with his mane flowing wild,
Flashing his blaze in his powerful style,
Handsome like his father, a king among the ponies,
On Chincoteague Island, Riptide is never lonely.

Recognized and loved by countless admirers,
Sought out by many fascinated photographers,
Riptide is an icon like his...

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A simple human hand
Comforting their forehead
They looked so sad
They seemed to drain my heart
I wanted to stay for longer
To keep them company
They grasped at every part of me
Their busy eyes
Veiled by the fence
I brushed aside their mane
To see hope
To see a friend
To see a thankyou
Tomorrow
I...

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For Christmas, I wanted a pony,
But all I got was some bologna....

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There are wild horses in the heather;
their neighing follows the wake
of hewing wind-wraiths.
The ponies are hardy and stout, they go
in and out of the clouds, slip through
swale and dingle.

The moors are high. You don't feel the altitude
only the depth of the land. When the sky...

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Ten little ponies jumping on the bed
One fell off and the other said
Look at Chester! That horse is dead....

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I thought there would be pretty ponies
Ponies to carry me around the bend
But I find there are no ponies at all
Only empty wishes at the end...

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She left 
   and the job went too.
Empty 
   I watch them go 
like two trains 
   charging for the horizon
someplace worth getting to, fast.

Alone. 
   I am an abandoned town.
The once-proud schools 
   have...

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The last of a dyeing breed, outlaws they are
Running away from captivity, wanting to be free
High mountain mustangs coming on the run
Day break is saying good night to the evening star
Old lone wolf howling at the moon under a pine tree
And hello to the morning...

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In our wigwams we hear tom-toms
Like hearts beating out a greeting;
Seasons in tune with thirteen moons.

In the moon of red grass.
Let the white man come.
There is room enough for all.

In the moon of green grass.
Let the white man come.
There is grass enough for all.

In the...

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