Metaphor Horse Poems | Examples
These Metaphor Horse poems are examples of Horse poems about Metaphor. These are the best examples of Horse Metaphor poems written by international poets.
At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by a speeding horse.
Off it Galloped ,
his mane flowing.
"Oh, harbinger of hope,
please tell them,
I lie broken
awaiting for their help."
Living by the sea,
means having a house perfumed
with all marine scents...!
Reins lifted in spite, a grimace
Blistering the urge to forgive the way
Black changed to gray right before your eyes,
Easing away the pain like, in fading, it might
Be changed to innocence like snow, freezing the weakness
In a heart who bleeds, pouring out tears in crimson
Pools, deep and liquid as rivers and seas
Who keep believing in the teasing sprays,
Wistful, still angry, deep down ~
At the depths where melancholy meets grief
And each memory rains pure defeat,
Aching, lost and dying to be found somewhere
On the road to one moment before the decision
Was made into reality and the reins were raised
Trembling with the darkest rage, gasping
From the insidious need to kill the ache who
In fading, left the hoof print of loneliness all over
The soul who keeps wandering back to that place
For more ~ it beats out a rhythm that might be thought
More tender than the actual beat of its dark surrender
In defeat, the soul quakes and the mind aches
As the heart ~ oh, yes, the heart ~ it simply breaks!
broad strokes to ease that aching sky
that shed its tears so hooves could fly
of fears and fathoms, brought to dash
upon the reefs where waves will crash
a brine that birthed you deep as death
by Neptune's grace, to take my breath
how could this man of flesh and needs
refuse these lithe and beautied steeds
you see, this happened, not by chance
they came to tempt my love to dance
for long I've prayed these seas impart
the wondrous means to melt her heart
so should you bring her heart to swoon
bedecked with beams of crescent moon
beg, grant her your broad flanks to ride
with haste and form straight to my side
such equine dreams will beg she stays
as I'm dissolved, deep 'midst her gaze
like you - two eyes of chestnut brown
that sea, where I will gladly ... drown.
The wild horse
free on the prairie,
savage and
poetically
rides...
until someone
imprison its nature...
Is this poetry...!?
My thought a free horse, trotting in the meadow of imagination
I ride a pale horse
Mr. Time has come for me
Days end requiem
Through wind and cold rain
Teeming hard on road and steed
I make my way home
The wild horse
in free prairie
poetically
rides ...
Until someone
imprison it's character ...
Is this poetry ...!?
a beast of a brain
bucking away
dapple grey matter
***
There once was a donkey
He was married to a horse
Donkey was to stubborn
So the donkey got a divorce
Cleaver was the ways of the hen
She married a bucking rooster
He took her by the wing then
Tried to seduced her
Don't want no green eggs N ham
Don't want to go on the lamb
I am, I am horsey running away
Chickens can't fly they may leap and jump
Think I'm gonna have Popeye's Chicken for lunch, :) ha! ha! Ha!
4/11/18
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
She opened her legs then hopped up on it
She gripped it tight then sat down on it
He started to move so she began to ride it
She loved the feeling cuz she enjoyed it
She pulled out the whip to show that she was master
And when she swung it he began to go faster
She started to scream at the top of her voice
For the way he made her feel her voice got so hoarse
After a thirty minute run he started to tire
For this horse was no longer young he was ready to retire
We like to respond to
Oysters on sea beaches
Rustling branches in the wood
Love the tall birches
Dews drop as she blushes
Cucumbers smile on thatch
Roses call from your pots
Umpteen snails roam
Inquiringly on moist spots
Sands sparkle at riverside
Elegant horses we ride
September 27, 2017
Fettered beasts circle;
journey's end always eludes.
Never to run free...
While snarkers strive with proud but fruitless disdain Wounded immortals try the slaying of the slain Quit beating the dead metaphor let it go and watch it roll down hill
My dream was to ride
Not on horseback, no, on your motorcycle,
with you
With my hair in the wind
A whirling tornado of curls
Lashing out at your back and helmet
And my arms wrapped around you
With my eyes closed
While sunlight etched trees
we passed
In lively paintings in my brain
But here I am
Sitting between your legs
So you can keep me upright
And your one arm tightly around me
While holding the reins with the other
I close my eyes and lean against you
Feeling in your warm chest
A little fire burning
within
you and I
Perhaps that is all the motorcycle I need
Being with you on horseback
While you prevent me from falling
And I am keeping you in the saddle
Perhaps that is what we do,
metaphor for our lives.
October 15, 2016