Short Rawhide Poems
Short Rawhide Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rawhide by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rawhide by length and keyword.
I swallowed a bug on today's ride,
it tasted like a piece of rawhide,
I did begin to gag,
my mouth began to sag...
So long clean bike - but I puked with pride!
A thousand miles of dust,sweat, pushing a herd of rawhide
From Texas to Abilene, Sun boiling down, campfire at night
Lighting and latigo, Saddle for a pillow, the hard ground for your bed
Form:
I strut the bars of night
Rawhide jacket with chains
Disco gyres through punk seventies—
High on beer, Marlboro
Leather brands me-- rebel
Innocence gone from wild kisses.
Nette Onclaud Contest: Knit Your Fabric
11.08. 17
Strutting in bars
Chains looped on thick rawhide belt
Gently rugged the sway
Rock - soul jigs of punk nineties.
Rhum on the side
Grip of Alpha rules the air
Branded as cool rebel -
Casting a masculine spell.
Nette Onclaud Contest:
Texture Of Minimalism
November 14 , 2025
“Say, didja get a load of that mailman’s stride?”
“If he’d been breathing any harder, I think he woulda died.”
“I think we coulda caught him, if only we’d tried.”
“I guess we got distracted by those kids out for a ride.”
“Yeah, we'll get him next time. Hey, pass the rawhide.”
3/23/16
For Personal Memories-Monorhyme Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know
Took leave from my job to live the cowgirl way
Didn’t think, I’ll be pitching bales of hay
Living the cowgirl way was a rough ride
Didn’t realize I had to skin rawhide
I was raised a country girl myself
But my skills had sat on a shelf
It was back breaking work to hard for me
I just had to turn in the key
I wasn’t a young girl anymore
So, I headed straight to the door
JANUARY 25, 2021
There once was a sweet Shawnee squaw
Who left home and Ma and her Paw
They had given her life
But he’d wanted a WIFE!
So she left with that brave Checotah.
The Checotah brave was a knave
Made his fine Shawnee bride his slave
she ditched his rawhide
And left on his ride
That’ll teach that guy to behave!
Well, the horse was a fine pinto mare
Who loved men and for squaws had NO care
the woman got off
The mare she caste off
And returned to the Checotah’s lair!