Riding Poems - Poems about Riding

Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch to her grandma who liked to munch Riding Hood liked to play like waiter until Wolf spied her and then ate her. Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep. One got lost, causing Bo to sniff: "That's it!" and pushed all over cliff. Cinderella got dressed for the dance Mean...

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Once upon a time, or a few times per day, we ponder just how many ways in which we must die. There are forewarnings. Let's consider the simple fairy tale - did anyone do a scientific study to check correlations of untimely death and not having read Little Red Riding Hood? Little Red skips out the...

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riding spring's quiet road, two bulbuls overhead, raced with me....

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Let us take a road trip, now off with bags and zip. Snow covers the wide road, no grass here to be mowed. Cow riding the tractor, is it a huge actor?...

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Her heart was pure; she was not fearful of the woods. Shadows mean opportunities; she was curious and excited. Her first opportunity to show grandmother her new red cloak. Her mother cautioned her to be closed and aloof. Little Red Riding Hood laughed at this warning. She was eight, innocent, enthusiastic, and open. Whatever happened, she could handle it. She kissed her...

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What a two-year period we communicate, it could have been you, yeah, you, Your presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day, you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 614, To the world of life, revived and anew. For two good years, you invigorated me, With witty and easy-going conversations, Talking to you brought charm and cheer,...

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Giorgio rode his red Ducati to climb a mountain without a helmet to protect the fragile brain from damage, then all sirens started wailing as if an earthquake or a hurricane were coming! " They won't catch me because cars can't ride mountains or steep hills, they get stuck in between rocks." A large crowd gathered below, they yelled, " Don't...

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Staring into the clear blue Sky, Tears Fill my Eyes, As the crows come flying by, High above the trees, Dancing with the Breeze. I'm Down on my knees, Shoveling, Digging up My roots. Exposing bitter Truths. Who I Use to Be, The parts I Wish weren't me. Opening the door, I settle in. Riding Shotgun with The Devil, Riding to a different level. Balancing the Machine, Repairing the Seam. Picking up...

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‘A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!‘ (Richard III, Act 5, Scene 4) By Shakespeare I’ve tried riding horses I don’t like them-they don’t like me~ I’ll keep the kingdom thank you ...

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Why Little Red Riding Hood Seems you're steppin' out Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout And what happened to the Grandma stop Did she want you out? The whole forest heard her shout So come on, what was that all about? Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll You are a vision of vixen An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling Your hot breath on my...

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A friend went to Morocco And she rode a camel there. I saw the photos and I wondered If I’d take that dare. Another pal’s in Egypt And, on pictures she did post, There she is atop a camel, Looking happy and engrossed. As a child I rode a camel When I visited the zoo, Where it walked around a circle As it somehow learned to...

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Life is like bicycle riding To keep you from balance You must keep moving You should pedal in advance So you will not fall in rough In life always be on guard  Even when things get tough Keep moving forward Keep pushing Keep striving Don’t let anything hold you back....

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so now is the time to be courageous ...

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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 in cold Will tell the tale of a fit Our journey to the cold, sour Never mind! If we can build Seeing Ice not...

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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 their own scales are not a see-saw, not a slide papers read the same in each pan a woman is a woman, a...

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