Hoofprints Poems - Poems about Hoofprints

...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. ......Read the rest...

...The horse was pale, paler than the light off the mountain that reflected back in memories long abandoned Its mane was long, longer than the struggle to save what fortune had vehemently denied......Read the rest...

...At dawn I heard a baby calf moo, the birth of vernal stock and ripe spring tract, where phorbs are sown for hungry mammals, where pregnant skyline clouds are merely shepherds to those hoofprints ......Read the rest...

...See there! She flies about the moor Upon her favoured mount. The waving, flowing grassy shore bears hoofprints all about. The waves her steed surmounts. Her hair is flying here and there; She h......Read the rest...

...A predator among us. A villian in our midst. An entity of evil, Clouding up our wits. Preying on the innocent. Devouring the strong. A sycophant immortal. Unbound by right and wrong. White wool adorn......Read the rest...

...One morning I awoke to find in soft garden shadows mythical, unicorn, hoof prints How I imagined its perfect form; a magical horse with a spiraled horn stepping through a pink mist int......Read the rest...

...I tell u what shell b the first to tell you Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil he gots propellas on the metal Rest aside those doubts about me weapons of destruction I don;t even trust ......Read the rest...

...Language flowing out the corridor Hoofprints of history juxtaposed The unsettled gashes of human experience Returning again to unfold new contours Armed to the teeth Our story replete, posted From a......Read the rest...

...After dousing the bride to a nice flame, in between the howls there were songs. On mud path the hoofprints came out prominently. On bullock carts they had come for a sit in, to resist, rebel or kil......Read the rest...

...From conception death is chased through hollow and hill sunlight and shadow backalley and byway synagogue and saloon. Through fresh bells of wallstreet worn bodies on mainstreet, death is chas......Read the rest...

...fresh blanket of white icing up the tender shoots... green grass is confused windows steamed again blocking out the wintry scene... hoofprints in the yard ......Read the rest...

...I woke up early on Christmas Eve It was late, in the middle of the night When I saw him under the Christmas tree He give me such a terrible fright I thought it must be a cat burglar Who was tr......Read the rest...

...After dousing the bride to a nice flame, in between the howls there were songs. On mud path the hoofprints came out prominently. On bullock carts they had come for a sit in, to resist, rebe......Read the rest...

...I only shoot to kill my food Not for pride or pleasure I hunt the meat we all can eat Not for a mantlepiece treasure But late one night I was lying in bed And someone was at my door I jumped ......Read the rest...

...I woke up on Christmas Eve It was late, in the middle of the night When I saw him under the Christmas tree He give me such a terrible fright I thought it was a cat burglar or something Who was......Read the rest...