Riding Poems - Poems about Riding

RIDING ON THE CRACKED ICELAND Heat up! The cold Attic On the border to the mountain Full grown in Ice, a parking bay? On the furrow thirsty of warmth Iceberg will wait Snow! Not this night Seeing the Knight...Read the rest...

rules must be made for both sides - Libraic scales mind equilibrium equal length pan holders - no unfair weights, no pandering justice must not take sides judges should not be stuck in pockets; moneywise dressed - for success, not...Read the rest...

while riding my dog Spike to polka dot town I noticed the number of circles that were all around So this is why they call it polka dot town I said to Spike. You are eating too much,...Read the rest...

You see the young man settle in the gate, helmet on his head, armor on his chest, the big, gray bull rustles, showing his hate, they call him Lightning, they say he’s the best. Rider grabs a hold, the...Read the rest...

Riding a ship on stormy seas, it feels like I’m flying; Always on a trapeze I leap and keep laughing; I’m loud, and spontaneous too; More than a little proud, after all I’ve been through; I walked on fire then bowed; I’m spiked energy...Read the rest...

Old, rusty spikes splinter ties on the ground Steps echo the sound Your feet, lost and found Are you fleeing or flying, my sweet, archer friend? I saw arrows bend Watched you...Read the rest...

what to see today deer munching on tall grass or slithering black snake...Read the rest...

I've spent a great deal of time riding alone this last week. Many of the roads we have been on do not have a shoulder making it impossible to ride side by side. There have...Read the rest...

two guys just hanging sunday morning bike riding enjoying weather...Read the rest...

continued from part 1 Through corridors of steel and stone Her steps begin to trace. To face the fate that's now her own. With dignity and grace The guards around her, stern and tall Yet she holds...Read the rest...

The clouds are hanging on the hill, it is a dreary day. The gathered crowd is standing still, there’s rawness midst the grey. Outside the prison gates they wait, predicting an appeal. The air is pregnant with the weight, awaiting a late...Read the rest...

He jumps on at the top And the hopper bucks and kicks But he is a resilient mouse Whose knees are truly thick He holds on past the daisies The buttercups, and a daffodil He never falls off, While riding down this...Read the rest...

I used to wonder, what’s worth my nickel? A day adventure on my bicycle. I’d look all around. My choice narrowed down. A large green pickle, or red popsicle ...Read the rest...

A long night folds inwards. Fast breathless dreams run together, old stories retold absent of beginning's or endings. Between them lucid periods, when the mind reviews many fleeting scenes seeking reasons or even a prophetic forecast to hang tomorrow upon. The house creaks as if he...Read the rest...

She sewed all day and she sewed all night then gave her daughter a red cape, some bread and a brave warning, "Grandma needs you so remember, don't dilly dally in the forest Ruby....Read the rest...