Horseman Poems - Poems about Horseman

Charging through the Mystical Chords Of Time The March Of The Light Horseman On The Frontlines. War Paint on my Soul, I AM a Warrior Armorial, I Gleam like a Super Light Soldier Coursing Veils I AM Luminous In Feathers Of Illuminance, Marching Up The Halls Of The Golden Pantheon Sun Born, I...

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This is for you big guy somewhere way up in that beautiful sky sweet oleanders danced the universe collided sweeping you throughout this grand galaxy soaring the wide open granduer finding me writing my muse wandering the shooting stars igniting the brilliant illuminating hues twinkling beacon lights creating a canvas of prose between the meeting of...

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Jesus Christ Life ground to a halt ...

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He rides alone and conquers all, he already has so he just sits at home, waiting for the right time to strike the friendly foe with a perfect smile, he knows the path he must eternally walk battling evil by which he is stalked...

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Endlessly seeking what once was his, he rides through the night searching pell-mell, his destiny unknown and undefined. His ebony horse speeds on two toes, lathered, panting, fatigue’s sign tell-tale, controlled by his hard master’s mind. Grim tormentors in dogged pursuit, their prophetic mission sent from Hell; canines hungrily track as assigned. Spurring his spirited steed forward, night moaning with the presaging knell, he cracks his...

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The fourth horseman now comes, in search of your kin. The suffering is great, souls scream to the wind. Number four now strikes, no remorse and no sin. He brings death to your door, do not let him in. This fourth horse is pale, there is nowhere to hide. Nothing can save you, your wealth nor your pride. Please don't wait too long, being stubborn and not see. You...

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Number three now arises, your fasting commence. Famine brought forth, your crops recompense. The third of four, draws his strength from above. You can still be redeemed, put your trust in God's love. This rider is swift, revered far and wide. The horse that he rides, is black on each side. Your hunger and thirst, will leave you deficiently dead. You will forage and steal, going out of your head. The...

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An invisible power, brings forth a new rider. The second of four, rendering an eminent fire. War and destruction, he's dispatched to deliver. Countless souls will perish, their blood flowing like rivers. His judgement now emanates, cast swiftly throughout the land. Repent convinced, or prepare to engage in a last stand. His fury conducted, could very well be your last. Keep God in your heart, and put sin in your...

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Before the end, we have been told. A horse will ride, into the fold. The first of four, will be all white. He will deceive, with forceful might. He will seem good, with boastful cheer. He will try and unite, and end all fear. The words he'll spit, out from his mouth. Comes from the dragon, deep down in the south. *The first horseman will differ with different interpretations of...

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A cold, creepy Halloween night. What Katrina found gave her a fright. It was the head of Ichabod Crane- Of headless horseman fame. She waited for him to ride by. Closed her eyes and held his head way up high. The next day Crane was back teaching his class. As if 230 years never passed....

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Saša Milivojev - THE LAST HORSEMAN White, everything is white The walls are moving A body in hospital sheets White horses pull the bed The soul crawls behind them and begs White Around the bed Angels dance in a circle The sky sheds its clothes Give me back my body To forge my heart I do not want to travel anymore Through this endless field Wrapped in white...

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You knew he was in when you heard the loud din, his trademark for letting folks know, he had arrived and his voice loudly cried, to make sure that we knew it was Joe. The whole bar was alert, with ears starting to hurt, as he shouted 'hail fellows well met' with backslapping, handshaking, his volume earthshaking, as he roared his jovial...

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He had a body like a stone Rough hewn, taught to the bone With veins obscenely sewn. Into Leather muscles, grimly honed And sat on an empty throne A tower of harrowing tales Of heroes who come to prevail Those who he gleefully flailed Who's ships now fly skin sails For under this armour, a shadow Who starved those who...

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A Horseman https://www.youtube.com/edit?o=U&video_id=V9rXOdSslKA Just watching the Magnificent Seven again, Seen it many times of course, Yul Brynner and Steve Mc Queen, Two horsemen a sitting their horses, When horse and man move as one, You know, these are men that can ride, Old drovers could tell in a heartbeat, Yes it’s a matter of pride, For when you have lived in the saddle, And you feel...

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People fear me - touch not blood yet through their own i do yet flood I lie...and steal from their tender love Send many down...Send some above. I take their light touch as my own slicing tounge- and whisper myself into vein and lung. they try to fight! they squirm - they pray. i rend their flesh, more everyday. Succulent sweat and bile sublime Even in...

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