Cowboy Poetry | Cowboy Poetry Examples

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. 'Twere thuh finish Line "my horse and i ...

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“Come one, come all!” The hawker summons Try your luck On the unmoored Ferris wheel Hurl a dart At the Kewpie dolls Win one for the lady To consummate the deal (Chorus) Intruders in the festival Outsiders at the gates Nothing like a carnival To bring up dormant hates Where the pavement meets the grass Behind the stand of funnel cakes, Someone's getting hornery Their pants down at their feet This balloon-tank...

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He woke to the hush of a mountain thaw, Where snow gave way to pine and claw, The breath of spring in the alpine air, Stirred the long slumber of the highland bear. His coat still thick with the sleep of frost, Not knowing yet what he'd gained or lost,...

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Cheap ale pools in a Styrofoam cup. She’s barefoot in gravel, anklet flashing beneath the floodlamps. Pickup window ajar, radio blaring “Friends in Low Places.” Her jeans slung low, hips marbled violet on the porch-swing, ash winnowing across her thighs from last night’s guttering fire. I watch the buttes flatten at gloaming, a silo blinking red— a wound stitched into the earth. She speaks of leaving at...

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TV news broadcasts the motel dark, she lies flat, belly soft with rabbit tattoos, ash smudged into the sheets. My boots drip clay and pesticide, fingers stained from counting nickels. Outside, a pumpjack bows to the ground, over and over, like it’s praying. She whispers something about escape. I kiss the scar beneath her jaw, taste motel soap and Marlboro light. The window rattles an oil train...

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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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