Horse Imagism Poems
These Horse Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Horse. These are the best examples of Imagism Horse poems written by international poets.
animal, love, sea,
the white horse drives our wild hides
galloping at a breathtaking stride
through golden sand, shimmering diamonds,
This Poor Manz Pipe Dream
adventure, dream, fate, happiness,
This Poor Man's Pipe Dream
no..no...no...DONT GET CLOSE
emailing would be
the safest lagniappe bet,
I am a story among stories
Riddled with many victories;
I was written in a womb
Now trapped in the tomb.
My body has a voice
Blessed with poise;
adventure, career, desire, devotion,
Bareback riding on a galloping horse
In the dark, using force
To conquer barriers blocking my path
Laughing a completely maniacal laugh.
Wading through the cold, deep waters
When Kingdoms collide
When Kingdoms collide…
Kingdoms collide in epic splendor,
Showering sparks from clashing titans,
A ripple in time interrupted by galaxy’s storm
The past, the present, the future synchronized for...
fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, teen,
Shadows over a crystal lake.
A fog moving in over the night sky.
The moonlight peering through a mist.
Shining on her beauty through the darkness.
As a knight...
fantasy, hair, wine, ,
for Eric Mottram: 1924-1995 (not because of any debt, felt or incurred)*
one stroke a point
two a cover man
man enter eight borders to cover ice
animals, philosophy, universe,
The rock has iris rainbow overtones
with pins and needles on our wandering feet
and irradiates flowers and trees that absorb
radio clear and light-dark...
I Love Paint.
I love Paint..
This piece of art this is prettiest I have ever seen.
A horse hair brush dipped with every color of paint.
Laid down on a...
gone to chase the liberty of truth
adventure, hope, inspirational, peace,
"gone to chase the liberty of truth.
these walls come crashing down.
theres a fire among us all.
were all going to die once more."
ashes fall as everyone...
A remembrance of the forgotten
imagination, loss, sad, visionary,
I sit here in the windowpane
Gazing out into the drama of the driven clouds
My ears deaf to the lullaby of the morning birds
In blue, green...