Equine Poems - Poems about Equine

He melts my heart as l watch his Dressage his graceful presence true of intelligence, faithful, beautiful He was once a warhorse of medieval times but now a gentle giant where personality shines He's a Horse for Kings with flowing mane and tail in the Battle of Mohacs no courage fail The Black Beauty knew past Knights rode proud his sheer beauty grew Friesian Horse ........................so beautiful ...

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Riders exert steering forces Horses respond and track courses For gait-along ease A dah-dit leg squeeze Serves steeds and their Morse code sources...

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Equines  Two horses and a foal graze on my land twilight, gentle rain I  think of the days when ploughing  the field, a sturdy horse a long furrow on rich black soil what more is there to know stroking a flank, the warm aroma of a horse arises in still air dreams are endless, in daylight  three boulders in a field  ...

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In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook, A love that enchants, like a well-written book. Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss, Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss. A love story painted with hues of devotion, Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion. Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace, A soul...

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Shaped by and for wind the free flowing mane timetables share in the horses of the plain Gallop trot sprint unfold climbing breezes oblivion stoney story is told sculpted in black obsidian Herds mighty now stampede on hooves brittle exposed o’er rocky ground to succeed the grasses’ tufts unimposed Crashing prairie like thunder wet glowing shape in steam gathers around from under yellow...

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Out of the yard daughter Bev & me on a hot summer day of Eighty-three Hastoe to Cadsden, there and back eight hours in the saddle.. for our first all-day hack Onto the canter path ...

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Pitching a leg across the nether Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly A chestnut bay who needs to know That she’s being ridden by someone Who will take her through the paces, Strides both gentle and regulated By a walk, a canter, a gallop, a sprint Where she feels all her steps Light, loose and limber as liquid love That rains down from a...

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Majestically standing in the field, Black coat shiny, bright and sleek, Pampered and good-natured, Recently shod to ride, Comfortable saddle to sit upon, Whinnied to say "come on", Spirited you want to run, To own and ride a horse is a blessing not a chore, Treat them right they will be loyal to the core, Mistreat them !!!!!!!! Beware they kick....

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Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion Champion head turner tenacious steed Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure Hamish neighed a friend request, - she agreed Lake rippled muscle, alpha...

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You should be strolling fields of wildflower munching heavenly grasses sun polishing your satin flanks sipping from a lily pond running the hills-full throttle tail twitching happiness rubbing necks with a favorite mare friend... Instead, your prodded into a war zone bricks and rocks smacking ribs ears rattling from bullhorns-sirens-egos Shattering glass -shaking tear gas from your wild brown eyes. Trying to figure out the scene these...

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CAT WITH EQUINE TOUCH ...

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Sweltering sun on his beaded sweat His iron hoofs hammered the dry parched grass Native winds did part his black mane offset Heaving nostrils breathing fire flaring past Wild spirits burst in his running heart unsurpassed Sinew and stamina pulsed in perfect time Galloping veins popping with every stride Precision and purity surged in his royal blood sublime This nomads journey held its...

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Frosty the Roan Man Frosty the Roan Man was a jolly, happy soul with a big wide blaze and a frosted butt and two eyes made out of Love Frosty the Roan Man is a fairy tale they say but the children cluck he could rear and buck when he came to life one day There...

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DECK THE STALLS Deck the stalls with lots of Friesians fa la la la la, la la la la Tis the season to be Freezin fa la la la la, la la la la Donned we now our Carhart apparrell fa la la, fa la la, la la la Troll the ancient manure wheel barrow fa la la la la, la la,...

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Has this lasagne Ever worn a saddle Or been ridden in the Melbourne cup? I'm Curious as I bought it In the supermarket cheap When the price of beef was up Though as I sit here looking In the paddock next door Where a stallion is quietly grazing It occurs to me the lasagne you...

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