Horses Poems

Wild Horses

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

The wild horses called to me I shall be audacious and brave

Inspired by the wild horses. Keep dreaming. Be wild. Be free. 

The wild horses called to me
(I shall be audacious and brave)
By Michelle Morris 
23/08/2025

The wild horses called to me
They called me back to my dreams 
To rise above these mortal chains 
And be one with my soul again 

They seem to experience a bliss
That

Horses on new course -2

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.
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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

Horses on new courses -1

My grandfather once told his horse:
You may not lose job now, of course,
But may, sometime later
To one who drives tractor,
Try, learn new things 'you' to endorse.
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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

Give Me Horses

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

demise of my horses

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

Angie

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

Ghost 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

Wild Horses

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,

the horses

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

To Be Known is To Be Loved

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,

ale and horses

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

Wannabe Wallaby

    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

Gift Horses

Happiness
you can’t explain
Forever joyous
— hope’s refrain

(The New Room: February, 2025) 

DAILY GRATITUDE HORSES

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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