Ponies Poems - Poems about Ponies

For centuries we tamed this land We built our lives clenched hand in hand The simple ways we understand Mother Nature at our command We hunted in the month of June And slept in peace by shining moon Serenaded by crickets tune But now the end is coming soon Our lands were taken with their lies White Devils in a dark disguise False promises and...

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For Christmas, I wanted a pony, But all I got was some bologna....

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There are wild horses in the heather; their neighing follows the wake of hewing wind-wraiths. The ponies are hardy and stout, they go in and out of the clouds, slip through swale and dingle. The moors are high. You don't feel the altitude only the depth of the land. When the sky turns sullen it tilts to smother the earth. If the scything winds...

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Ten little ponies jumping on the bed One fell off and the other said Look at Chester! That horse is dead....

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In our wigwams we hear tom-toms Like hearts beating out a greeting; Seasons in tune with thirteen moons. In the moon of red grass. Let the white man come. There is room enough for all. In the moon of green grass. Let the white man come. There is grass enough for all. In the moon when ponies shed. Let the white man come. There are ponies...

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He runs like the wind with his mane flowing wild, Flashing his blaze in his powerful style, Handsome like his father, a king among the ponies, On Chincoteague Island, Riptide is never lonely. Recognized and loved by countless admirers, Sought out by many fascinated photographers, Riptide is an icon like his dad, Surfer Dude, Both fiercely protected their mares to the point...

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They took their ponies onto the plains. We had let them live there as long as we could but the white men kept coming and it was not our place to stop them. The winds blew hard and it rained for a long time. And we wept in our teepees thinking about...

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Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints. Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs. Where no ponies...

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The horse is dead but the parade is live and well Kick the bucket an romance the smell Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted Jesus saves the flavor Is the craver to be trusted Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy Not acting normal is starting to effect Broken heart`s are...

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Paint ponies in the snow delicate dusting across their backs like confectioner sugar sifted so fine... and puffy, light, white powder laying on the land.. Oh how we love our gentle Arizona winters!...

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She left and the job went too. Empty I watch them go like two trains charging for the horizon someplace worth getting to, fast. Alone. I am an abandoned town. The once-proud schools have all been informed that they are only buildings after all. And the...

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I thought there would be pretty ponies Ponies to carry me around the bend But I find there are no ponies at all Only empty wishes at the end... ...

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Blue-eyed ponies drag their pickets ...

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A simple human hand Comforting their forehead They looked so sad They seemed to drain my heart I wanted to stay for longer To keep them company They grasped at every part of me Their busy eyes Veiled by the fence I brushed aside their mane To see hope To see a friend To see a thankyou Tomorrow I will go back again With carrots And a promise to stay longer...

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The last of a dyeing breed, outlaws they are Running away from captivity, wanting to be free High mountain mustangs coming on the run Day break is saying good night to the evening star Old lone wolf howling at the moon under a pine tree And hello to the morning Sun A chill in the air,the breeze is still Sounds of the...

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