Cowboy Poetry | Cowboy Poetry Examples

Moist sheets tossed aside soaked pillows Side by side single mattress She was exposed drippings Dime sack and tree rings brittle snowcats Green sight meet brown peepers Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity Abittor Unami eau de cologne electricity Thin plain pink blanket on the window Air conditioner recirculating Salmon rays preen her face Noon spring afternoon the rain stopped the sun...

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The fog sits heavy on broken ground, Snow lays light where the stubble’s browned. No sun, just hush and hoofbeat slow, And breath that drifts like chimney smoke. The cows stand scattered, heads hung low, Dark shapes caught in a pale gray glow. I ride out quiet, don’t make a sound... They know this hat, this horse, this ground. A calf’s come early,...

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Dusty little towns West of the Great Divide Where great-grandchildren of cowboys On ranches still reside. Small western museums With local antiquities inside; Native American artifacts, Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride. There among the fancy Are two dresses hemmed above the knee, 20's Jazz Age fashion Worn far from the speak-easys. Caused a bit of an uproar, As they danced on the sawdust floor. Who...

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Damp linens flung aside sodden cushions Flank by flank She was damp Nickel sack and bark rings Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume Slender dull rose covering on the pane Cooling unit recirculating Coral beams groom her visage Midday vernal noon the drizzle ceased the light slivered in Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice Lurching brined The toddler flesh on her abdomen She...

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I bought me a horse from a feller named Clyde, said, "She’s gentle and sweet, just a joy for to ride." Well, "Maybe" she was, and maybe she weren't-- the first thing she did was dump me in dirt. I saddled up hopeful, boots shiny and proud, "Maybe" just yawned and sat down on the ground. I pulled, and I pushed,...

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Out where the cottonwoods lean on the breeze, and rivers carve songs through the sage, a lone rider hums to the hush of the trees, an echo of some other age. His boots wear the dust of a thousand trails, his hat wears the weight of the sun, but his heart still believes in wide-open tales, and dreams in the key of...

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...For two weeks Lester worked that pyrite vein, and every day a brand new dollar came, at the end he hug dug out two cart’s worth, said Higgs, “Now that’s enough work in the earth.” He smiled proud, they dragged it to the trains, Lester still sure the old man was insane, once loaded up, he said, “I will return in six...

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Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn, his eyes mindlessly staring out the door, it was July of 1889, and new work young Lester now had to find. He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay, did some small jobs, but not much came his way, had heard some mines were opening up here, but he might starve before they did,...

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. 'tiz true she ask'd for ...

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. oh yeah i'm get'n pickled just think'n 'bout it thuh nymph lean'd back 'gainst thuh fence post her flannel ...

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"Sick Poem Am I just being defamed for no reason? I desire your remedy, nowhere in the market. No cold, pain, or ointment, No bananas, milk, or fruits, My black color is not a chameleon, Behold, it's a lifelong illness, Where the price of loyalty is the whole life. Admit it, now resolve, recognize it, This is my very own poem that's sick, It's been...

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Enveloping cliche’s Without a building in the night The locust bind Inside your socks Chasing you back You not old, your hapless And there in the grave You hold on time Running away from the train The lakes aren’t wet They exit prayers we’ve saved And I crawled forward to grace ...

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Can you stop? Dear, Wind from blowing Fire from burning River from flowing The sun from rising ...

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. i rode horsez Rode ...

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. soon mine pretty shall ...

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