Best Stallion Poems
The White Stallion Arrives
The White horse came in so very fast
with purpose and great deeds to last
Arriving in a spirited tour de force
evil alerted, took notice of course
Sitting upon its huge, stalwart back
knight ready for any vicious attack
Dark forces were quickly sent to meet
the fighters to engage and deadly greet
Stallion knew the lay of the dark land
also the power of the warrior's hand
Racing to meet Evil and deadly foes
with courage only the brave knows
Warrior with sword of truth in hand
slew hundreds in the demon band
The charging stallion knew his job
slay those whose aim was to soul rob
As the enemy lay in forced disarray
the white stallion reared up to bray
A signal he was in tune with his knight
that he knew victory was soon in sight
When the last dark beast met its fate
sun was about to rise and not to late
The knight planted the victory flag
as he slew the last flying demonic hag
As sun and its glow lit the waiting sky
White stallion flew into the bye and bye
Echoes blasted back a victorious sound
promising Hope would always be around
Robert J. Lindley, 04-25-2015
Note:
New poem , based very loosely upon my poem titled , A Golden Steed Gallops.
Hope you may enjoy this one....
The Black Stallion
On a hill overlooking a wide broken canyon
runs a beautiful wild horse, an impressive black stallion
Mile after mile, in the distance, the stallion runs
he's wild and free galloping with pure abandon
Untamed and unbridled, he proudly flaunts his energy
No one can break him, his spirit is always wild and free
Nostrils a flare he bolts to the distant horizon without care
No one approaches, whoever could, who ever would dare?
His black coat glistens in the sun, in the pale morning light
His tendons tighten and flex as he readies for his flight
He rides like the wind vanishing quickly from my sight
I wait for his appearance, he arrives shortly before twilight
He sees me approaching at daybreak, will he allow me to his side?
All I want to do is be his friend, climb on top and go for a ride
He never allows approach, in a flash he's gone, far away he roams
He's wild, proud, and free, it's true, but... spends his days alone.
John Derek Hamilton
June 19,2016
As far as the eye can see, thunder roars with such fury in the horizon.
Beneath the sea sculpturing deep tints and shades of blue, briny crystallizing.
The tide draws away and breathes its curse.
Articulating its exaltation moving force,
manifesting and mesmerizing.
Bout gaits end with the striking off sound.
Airborne when all four are off the ground.
Breeze laced through his mane with pride.
Feeling the cold embrace, he draws a breath with every stride.
As the rain caress, fire burns inside, free its soul bound.
7/20/2016
Rhyme AABBA AABBA
Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Stallion
One of beauty
Speed as fast as lighting
The horse of all the world’s land
Stallion
On a black stallion
He came out of the sea
And on that black stallion
Came to rescue me
And as the moon
Floated across the sky
I watched him turn back the tide
Riding so high
Every girl needs her hero
Every girl needs her hero
From a black chariot
He beckoned to me
He promised freedom
And liberty
And as I watched
He parted the sea
And he did it for me
Every girl needs her hero
Every girl needs her hero
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
At once captured my heart, this fiery beast
His mane, black flame, his eyes, ebony heat
As Father and I returned from the East
That night, I took him a sugary treat
Storms sunk us; we alone landed the beach
Tamed by love, he let me upon his back
He had lessons of heart and speed to teach
Rescued, we came home; trained on my old track
All the talk was of the champion's race
I entered him, despite Mother's chagrin
He claimed victory with his lightning pace
With Father, I wished I could share this win
Through the crowd, hoisting the trophy I'd earned
Walking towards me - Father had returned!
2/1/19
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Movie: The Black Stallion
Character: Alec Ramsay
I used PoetrySoup's syllable counter
Hearing his hoof's beat,
Against the lustrous green grass;
Gleaming white as snow.
Limerick : Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge
for Rick Zablocki
(as promised from the horse’s mouth)
Once a Stud Stallion in wild Mare charge
Didn’t see his gear was far too large
Hit goal right smack in poke
Mare humped : It in two broke
Since then in stud-farm draws dunged-straw barge.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Dark-colored prince in his
prime
Strolls amidst summer
heralds
As he masticates
Thrill takes me away
His streamline hairs curve
downward
As they drench in
nature's touch
Sharp dark eyes dart in
degrees
Amidst green grasses
For Carol Brown's
contest: ‘A horse story’
The white stallion galloped up
with his mane flowing in the air.
He stopped on top of the snowy hill
when he saw me standing there.
He reared up on his back legs
and snorted a time or two.
Then he galloped up to me
as I stared in his eyes of blue!
He pranced around me
as he did a little dance.
He knew he was so handsome
as he pranced and pranced.
Magnificent and bold,
he was wild and free.
He knew I adored him
for he had come to me.
His gaze was like magic
as he held me in a trance.
He swished his mane--
then off he pranced!
He ran off in the wind
full of strength and energy.
I'll never forget the day
the White Stallion came to me!
Help save our wild horses
Johnney Ringo a hard man a cowboy a clute
Leads Stallion and mares to the valley and bute
This white rearing beauty looms large on two legs
Call on a price who sells or who begs
Sweep down to the range between those two hills
The sage and scallion the lead horses fills
With dust cloud a trailing my eyes will blot out
The Stallion leads them a neigh and a shout
Circling round and a stamping of mare
The frenzied alure and the cowboys a scare
Calmness descends and the bust bowl is clean
The night air a twitching the crickets are mean
Saddle on ear and a belly of beans
pork from a can and the coffees a dream
Star light and shooting away to the east
a coyote calling for famine or feast.
A sleep by the night not a groan to be heard
A crack of the light from that thunderous bird
The horses stampede over dinner and plate
Grab all your stuff and run down to the gate
The cowboy a chase to corral once again
The blunder the bus and the saddle a bend
It's hard and its tough a work load to bare
He'd rather write this and just sit in my chair.
Gasping for air, nostrils flare
At the profile of her elegant mare
Stroking the ground with each hoof
Rearing his dominance to the roof
He suspends moments in time
With each stride like a pendulum
The seductive sway of her trademarks
Pulsating the sinews of his thorax
The whip of her tail his jog
The whiff of his mane in sync
He’s the head, but she takes the lead
Pounding ahead like a thoroughbred
The body throbs like a heart muscle
Poetry in motion like a chartered vessel
Her hind drives with perfect rhythm
His gallop resounding the love anthem
They ride their whims like free spirits
Power is his course, stamina is her force
Torque is the body language they speak
Riding in unison to reach the intended peak
Over the misty meadow
The sun is rising just over the horizon
I toss my mane into the delicate breeze
Like fingertips running softly over my naked thigh
In the wild
You see because I broke free from my barriers
Fences are painted closed minded expectations
Never be too Loud or brightly shroud
Walk with your head down never look life right between its eyes
Defiantly I ripped my halter
Scanned the horizon free to move
My jockey was startled
My glistening skin freed from your verbal tormenting
I took off and took flight
Higher than
Any hurdle in an obstacle course
And then I’m gone.
STALLION
Flowing mane and tail,
Gleaming coat, chisled muscles,
So magnificent
Judy Ball
There is nothing like watching a Prince of the Prairie.