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Short Bronc Poems

Short Bronc Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bronc by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bronc by length and keyword.


Premium Member Hate
Hate, a saddle Bronc
That bucks not the spectator
It bucks you alone...

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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bronc, hate,
Form: Haiku



Cowboy Up
Rodeo Poet,
 bronc riding Sage
Arena unbridled
—dallies unfrayed

(Las Vegas: December, 2021)...

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Categories: bronc, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Christmas Rodeo
Santa Claus
Rode a bronc
Gave us pause

Christmas Eve
Rodeo
Can't believe

Did he go
To my house
Even so?

12-16-19
Contest: Have a Merry 3-Cubed Christmas
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich...

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Categories: bronc, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Custer
A bold, bullly bronc buster called Custer
Broke stallions with sharp spurs and vile bluster. 
As champ his wins caused great grief,
Yet all riders called him chief,
‘Til Crazy Horse twisted him a duster....

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Categories: bronc, bullying, crazy, grief, horse,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Luck Rides A Stick Horse
Luck Rides A Stick Horse Miracle Man 1/2023 My old Bronc Buster friend named Bucky. From a California city that’s named Truckee. He paid me no heed, concerning his steed, So old Bucky, from Truckee, wasn’t lucky.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bronc, friend,
Form: Limerick



New Mexico Cowboy
For lovers fighters and wild bronc riders
 heres to the boys from new mexico
we have no trifles 
we hang our balls upon the walls and shoot  'em down with rifles 
when sex rare we'll rape a bear and sleep in dirty ditches 
we'll show them texan boys we're some bad  sons of god...

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© Julie Cena  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bronc, animals, cowboy-western, funny,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Those Poems, That Fire
Those Poems, That Fire

I stood in the alley, still
in pajamas, somebody’s shoes,
another man’s coat, my eyes
on the bronc of the hoses.
Squawed in the blankets of neighbors, 
my wife and three children sipped
chocolate, stood orange and still.
Of the hundred or more I had stored 
in a drawer, I could remember,
comma for comma, no more than four,
none of them final,
all of them fetal.

Donal Mahoney...

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Categories: bronc, fantasy
Form: Free verse
Digging In
going to grasp you tight
hold on for the wild ride
dig my feet in
get ready to begin again
like a bronc from the chute
excitement awaits
clutching the rope
grabbing on to hope
let's take this wild ride

one hand in loop, one free in the air
I may hit, face first, before the horn's blare
eight seconds feels like hours
as I ride and get bucked
but I hold on tight
clutching the rope
grabbing on to hope
let's finish this wild ride...

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© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bronc, introspection
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs