Horses Poems - Poems about Horses

The dismal, drizzling midnight and happenstance finds her lost by an empty field with few things left to lose and even fewer shames concealed. She lifts her face to the rain and loses herself to nature's forces. When at last she looks back down; she first sees the ghost horses. Two white ones, one brown...

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Wild Horses You told me your favorite color is orange. You dropped by and I opened up the door. You have a keen eye for detail. With a sharp eye, your artwork is surreal. Your color schemes are very detailed. You could paint a wagon wheel. I’m glad I had a chance to get to know ya more. I had a great workout,...

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the horses Three horses graze on my land, and one is still a foal. In the twilight and with gentle rain falling they remind me of the horses of bygone days when I steered the plow that made furrows in dark, clean soil. When I stroke their flank, the good aroma of warm horses arises; dreams are endless. In daylight, they pretend...

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The wind knows the rider before the horse does. Long before sunup, boots scuff barnwood and the rawhide creaks with memory. A buckaroo doesn’t announce himself… he just is. A silhouette stitched into the mesa’s edge, hat pulled low not in mystery, but in reverence. Out here, to be known is not to be seen,...

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A Horse and ale The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer around to small shops, each horse and its driver was assigned a route The horse I liked was shiny black and had been used for funerals before over the years, they got a bit broad hipped and stomach-heavy. The horse knew the route and stopped...

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so a possum who wanted to be not a possum but a wallaby but a wallaby who wanted to be a whatever whatever he and more like an adventurer high in a hot air balloon or an astronaut off on a trip to the moon or even a rider of...

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a mane shake might shift perspective create an illusion of ~ precarious balance as flickers of the same construct momentarily separate into entities of their own it's possible to feel everything at...

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Happiness you can’t explain Forever joyous — hope’s refrain (The New Room: February, 2025) ...

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Today I’m grateful for HORSES In whose teachings I love to wallow Like how they allow their dreams to run wild and are brave enough to follow ...

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When we see our world crumbling…our emotions are in a blender. We’re a mixture of heartbroken…depressed…sad and mad… but then… we discover little bits of love in the rubble and begin to piece our life together again. Yesterday I found some bits of love that brought a smile to my face… surrounded by friends and family…in a place where horses race. Once...

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His meds kept Andrew sane He lived with us, no one to blame But one day he refused his pills I knew what that meant, a battle of wills. In a few days voices told Andrew to leave. He vanished, left a note I didn’t believe. I tracked his SIM card to Idaho. I had lots on my plate but I had...

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Winds Blow, and We know That Change is Coming Soon. Life-Tides Moving By The Glistening Monthly Moon. Make Room We Say, For Crossroads; By the Way. As Dew Becomes; the Dues That We Must Pay. Our Crusty Mirror Sees Only Shapes; Foggy and Unclear. When Eyes of Youth So Crystal In Their Shining Lack Of Fear. We Move So Slow, And Slow the Change Becomes. We Hardly...

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pants for watching - as we wonder around the supermarket my daughter pushes her own trolley she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop he shouts at her - how dairy the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints there's a dog in a trolley looking shell-shocked we pass the ham my son talks of hamlet my daughter, in...

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White horses  The beach was very long for miles, as far as The eye could see, but now winter cold. The farmer and I had gone there to load sand Into a horse cart The Nordic sky was magnificent, the sea was clear and green, are small in this vastness It was then I saw two white horses riding a crest of the...

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My heart is now Like Swiss cheese He loves me not Yet he loves me deep Teal eyes don’t deny He’s only a horse Any hippie chick can ride He is only a buck Red interested in games Fun for him the chase Sautéing smells of rain But the second he peaks He denies runs back to destiny I’m Swiss cheese I say But horses prefer races hay ...

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