Horseback Poems - Poems about Horseback

i ordered at the bar in archbishop's rig two pork sausages baked beans strawberry bear fruit snack orange juice meat free burger r white's raspberry lemonade bangers and mash pepsi corn wheels hotdog peppercorn sauce one wobbly sausage sandwich on returning to my table i overheard the barman 'a fool he was, a fool he'll always be'. ...

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Desire overcomes my fear I ride to her through the night Night’s coldness upon my face Nothing can stop me ...

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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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There once was a cowboy from Nevada. He wore a barf bag as a bandana. When he rode on his horse, his sickness grew worse, and his intestines flared with melena....

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Let’s go horseback riding; it will be fun! I say “I don’t want to.” She keeps hounding me. I say “Do you want me to lie?” I finally lie. Because I fell off a horse When I was five When I was eight When I was thirteen. None of these times was fun....

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On horseback, he seemed taller At 6’4”, he wasn’t really smaller Than those who wore a white-collar Going through life to make a dollar In the picture, he didn’t have a hat But I kept seeing him in his habitat Where a cowboy hat on his head sat He was an amazing rider to look at Pride of Place poetry contest Sponsored by Julia...

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The equestrian climbs atop the painted colt. Avoiding a saddles restrictions she rides the horse bareback to combine their energies, making them as one. The thoroughbred begins to trot. Gradually increasing the pace. Each step, each movement becomes an extension of the rider. From trot, to canter, to gallup. As the thoroughbred reaches it's instructed gait, a feeling of freedom arises within me. Feeling free, like...

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Mad Mary, Mad Max, Larry and Frog, The known mad folk in this town, Are the people the locals all know about, Because they’re always seen walking around, Wearing a worn out top hat, a torn dress of rag, Pushing a trolley of junk, Not homeless nor poor, no drugs, booze or dope, Just a story of having...

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A ninety foot nymph in a circus bath can bathe admirably at dusk but upon rising the tidal splash brings forth many cackling crabs. Digging and dropping. Drinking and DOING. Such is the efforts of a 1 centimeter oink. Defecation is best done in the morning. Delivery of many mingling mind talk to the toilet...

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It was just before sunset in an early spring. Three horseback riders, by chance, came together in the field by the wood and were having conversation. They were a lady and two gentlemen, well dressed, in horse riding outfits. “How are you Ophelia?” The man in black coat greeted the lady robed in violet, with an...

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HORSEBACK DECIDING I recall that laughter, that happiness and smile she made the sunshine seem dull and not nearly so bright I make myself remember but only for a while because the memory of her turns day into night we laughed together by a fire on the beach and sang two part harmony to our favorite song we sucked on a...

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Aborigines on horseback wading Addicted to the wilderness they trek. Through still waters where crocodiles are king, Their horses chomping at the bits, stiffed neck. Oh land, kangaroos and wombats grazing. They seek thrills and thrive on adventures deck. Two men fearlessly explore nature’s hand. Knowing in their hearts, their future is grand. © February 29, 2012 Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:...

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As men on horseback chase their glory, they slow to cross a peaceful river each one breathes in outback adventures surrounded by trees whispering their names they slow to cross a peaceful river memories rush in of hunted prey surrounded by trees whispering their names their lungs fill with the breath of conquests memories rush in of hunted prey each one breathes in outback...

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I rode down yonder cobbled street, On stones that clattered ‘neath my horse’s feet; Till we reached a grand lampstand, That marks the place that ends the land Where city street meets country lane, And horses ride in summer’s rain. Out on the lane with fleet of foot, We rode a path within the wood; To wander round bright green trees. With ruffled mane...

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The air was thin and icy. It was dark and cold outside. A blanket of snow covered the ground. The footprints in the snow led the way. We loaded the bus one-by-one as if we were animals entering Noah’s Ark. Statuesque beings sat motionless in their seats. Twenty pairs of eyes half-open stared blankly ahead fixated on nothingness. Our journey to the...

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