Pony Poems - Poems about Pony

they race in and out chasing each other with gusto and vim oops spoke too soon two dog tails just ran back in one jumps on the couch, and the other is up there too they are pony dogs, one weighs 80, the other 122. They love us to bits, have no idea how strong they are One jumped to...

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there he stood as if a dream come true my little pony AP: 1st place 2025...

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one trick pony the man was too corpulent to dress in lime green and lemon yellow yet it was his colored grapefruit vest that identified him with the ponies sometimes a man does what he must there was no carousel and only three tired ponies guided in a well-trodden never-ending path he called them his three-trick ponies though there was...

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Giant pony-like puppy does not take no for an answer A grizzly is less aggressive; he intentionally steps on my toes If he gets any bigger, he will outweigh a giant boar If I try to write, he runs off with my pencil in his mouth Do I dare paint? Painting is out. He has devoured many brushes. He loves the...

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“Dammit,” he cried “I’ll never get you clean” For what he had seen Was nothing but mean “Come on over, now, here’s your feed” As the pony ran over With a great deal of speed Her leg limped Over a hard patch of ground That was by no means good At least the rest were sound She was covered in dirt...

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Hi how you doing I’m doing fine, how about you I’m okay, well I’m not really Go on tell me about it, that’s what us ex’s are for. It’s Joe. Joe, that’ll be my replacement. He doesn’t seem to want to do it. When you say do it, do we mean sex. Yes, strange isn’t it. I don’t know, I don’t know Joe. He’s a...

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On the back of her pony the universe lay comets and starbursts above periwinkles below spreading love O, princely pinto you're all I need Gallop the galaxy ~ mane...

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Lorca Translations II Canción del jinete (“Song of the Rider”) by Federico Garcia Lorca translation by Michael R. Burch Cordoba. Distant and lone. Black pony, big moon, olives in my saddlebag. Although my pony knows the way, I never will reach Cordoba. High plains, high winds. Black pony, blood moon. Death awaits me, watching from the towers of Cordoba. Such a long, long way! Oh my brave pony! Death awaits...

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Pink pony felt silly with all that extra mane so fluffy and big But her choice was either dye her own mane or wear this wig She would do anything for her owner, Sarah Leeanna McSwig. About the rest of these fairgoers she did not give a fig....

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Bees are buzzing in their hives A pony tail swish, deters the flies Long grass waves, majestic in the wind And over the pond the dragonflies skim This halcyon place you love to be Brings peace and joy eternally....

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It always started with smiles welcome greetings confirming pick up times, to the walk towards the building, into the building into an apartment pretty well lit. The couch to the left, the room straight ahead down the hall. Boy 1 and boy 2's room all the way at the end of that short yet oh...

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Calamity Harris, and old Bumblin Joe. Tried to run this country, but are dying in the polls. Just wasting more money, to maintain the status quo. And they wanna raise taxes, May God bless their souls. Prices are rising so fast, to where no one knows. Soon we will buy gas, with blood or gold. Calamity Harris, and old con man Joe. Tried to run the country, Alas, everyone knows. They...

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Have you ever seen bullfrog green jump across a Lilly pad? Did you ever see gold moth bathing in a moonshine bath? Do you watch as teal raindrops bless and baptize the stream? Will you hear the wood windmill song it sings each spring? I walk real close to the sandy coast where Nana and I share things She told...

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I had a cat~I had a dog,                                                  I really wanted a little pony.                                     ...

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Straddling Town boundary, brick spawl Hill vista stabled horse sanctity five acres Dishes decades of rural dream enthrall Imprisons middle aged, once a girl elated Saddle, bridle, hay bales, blankets, braids Gave naive teenager safe zoned focus Partnership purchase pony land band-aid Stole pull of nurturing mother purpose Faded rainbow ribbons drape forlorn Dressage shows require rider's devotion Determined framed duo, walls adorn Equine...

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