Mare Poems - Poems about Mare

... "Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun" You drew me into your new world, the corridors of your mind fitted me perfectly imperfect into the portraits pegged onto your wa......Read the rest...

...Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism Psyche wracked with agony impossible mission to extricate lovely bones they wanna remain permanently abed. I chiefly function to amass knowled......Read the rest...

...What is a dream truly if a dream Is to be seemingly pleasures of Trickles and measured by treasures All senses ALIVE is this a dream of The dream when all was a twinkle Of time on line in the......Read the rest...

...Created to love and be loved Where love in it's purest is sacrificial above all things Love seeks not its own interest but the interest of the other But a deviation from the original design is t......Read the rest...

...Stallion had almost forgotten the joy of colt-hood He watches his son gallop down the familiar path Was I ever this young? Stallion whispers to his mare. She assures him that he was, and sometimes......Read the rest...

...Perche' di notte non riesco a dormire; ah, potro' mai sognare un mare scintillante e stringerti in queste braccia cosi' calde e non cercare piu' quella luna di neve? Why at night am I unable to......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

...There is enough pain in poetry for lessons Others words means I can glimpse the future Tiredness has taken me over, I'm forgetful Soothing lullabies are sung to me I could be rocked gently to sle......Read the rest...

...That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare, I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker. 'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight, I ......Read the rest...

...There it is The old kettle Whispering on the hearth In the winter it speaks to me Of nights out on the moor And as the wind It whistles down the chimney From above ......Read the rest...

...I am the famous Arabian stallion, I am worldly renowned as champion l am the descendent of a special breed, I am the soundness and the speed I am the king, of every hill, no other horse could ......Read the rest...

... Passing through Western-super-Mare. I saw her again, she was adjusting a window display in a small antique shop. I thought, shall I wave to get her attention, or go in, just to remind her ......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...Seasons bring ... the nights, Machiavelli's Corvus corax or ravens, hints, rallies birds of good and evil, biblically, and birds of a feather, ominously, fed Elijah; 1 Kings 17: ... good, left N......Read the rest...

...Off kilter Yup I sobered up despite expressing regular (unleaded and unlettered) urge to shtup expunged courtesy system of a down with shuga (mush) and everything nice. The following......Read the rest...