Horses Poems - Poems about Horses

AI epoch is upon us, White collars, re-fix your focus, Take, if ye can, a clue, Time ticks from White to Blue, Do something, not to miss the bus. __________________ Limerick |10.07.2025| change, education, technology Note: The age of bookish knowledge is fast getting over. One has to develop unique edge in his specialization. White collars may beware. Deep insight in...

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My grandfather once told his horse: You may not lose job now, of course, But may, sometime later To horse who drives tractor, Try, learn new things that can endorse. ________________________ Limerick |09.07.2025| humour, changing times Note: This ditty tells us how horses lost out to higher horse powers! And how true it sounds in our AI age. Today, one has to...

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I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land, Seen men lie with a shake of hand. Smiles can fool, and words can bend— But a horse stays honest ‘til the end. People come with masks and games, Talk in riddles, shift the blame. But a mustang don’t play make-believe— He gives what’s real, not what you need. A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot, He don’t...

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demise of my horses I had been away for a few days visiting an aunt in Cascais on returning home my three stone horses are gone a cheerless hole where they  had been tethered Widening the  road, they said for this beauty must go the enlarged road can carry more and more cars until the enlarged road is too small, they decide to build a motorway  with toll booth The...

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I always had Angie Under My Thumb, one day I heard her honking her car horn. What had she just done with her anger, my candy apple red vette she did Paint It Black. She was yelling back at me, You Can't Always Get What You Want. Now I will Tumblin Dice for release, my new car is a big mess. Her blue...

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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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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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