Short Horse Racing Poems
Short Horse Racing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Horse Racing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Horse Racing by length and keyword.
Have you been to a race with a horse?
There are many who like them, of course.
Who wins? We don’t know.
We can win, place, or show.
Any nearby racetrack is the source.
watching you without knowing
it's all there
how I adore you.
I am in this body for a while
and I never had a better angle
as I have with your lips
to breath
and breathe
waiting.
I laughed
I was laughing like the sun through the clouds
but he did not care at all
that someone like me could write every day
about love,
about you
and we were so close
then I left.
Look at my hands I said
My goodness
you just do not see?
Look at us as we do not fit.
your poems vs my poems
your attitude vs my attitude
all there
like we play in a super **** movie
directed by Shakespeare
that trying to reinvent the mirage
between the camera and our ****ing
says STOP
- I want to talk only about daggers, not to use them.
and everything will be ok.
what's society...
just order propaganda...
assimilation...
society's naught...
there's only the converted...
...that we need armies...
starting with the young...
to give some person power...
who pays for honor...
war is not a norm...
average mankind is quite sane...
war is a con job..
minority run...
profitable 'horse racing'...
lock the buggers up...
The horse ken holds its bridle
Is now almost his idol,
For him making A Winning Rider;
At Horse-Racing An Insider…
A stallion that keeps ken on the popular,
Him fetching grand names and The Titular:
The Horse sure is getting some kisses
No witness will see and reply with hisses;
Probably too a medal and a ribbon;
Some jibe to other horses to be reborn
So, it is a “Scratch my back I scratch yours:”
Let me see somebody tell Ken “Who is at loss!”
She opened her legs then hopped up on it
She gripped it tight then sat down on it
He started to move so she began to ride it
She loved the feeling cuz she enjoyed it
She pulled out the whip to show that she was master
And when she swung it he began to go faster
She started to scream at the top of her voice
For the way he made her feel her voice got so hoarse
After a thirty minute run he started to tire
For this horse was no longer young he was ready to retire