Short Stallions Poems
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galloping
through
starry sky
herds of
wild black stallions
leave
their
footprints
and
make
patches of moonlight
beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas
stallions wrestle
under night skies...
Her courage became wild stallions,
Stampeding on bronze-stained dirt.
They were untamed,
Their manes
Thick with fearlessness.
Wild Stallions
Grazing in
Blue Kentucky grass
This shall never last
Dragon blue
Thunderstorms overcast
This shall never last
...your lips are like refined wine,
let me get dead drunk and ride
on the stallions of your smiles...
'21:01:06:12:00
Note: of lusty lips.
Like stallions trying to spit the
bit
Manes shrugged off in a
flotsam mist
Create an omnipresent
constant hiss
Interrupted when two collide
and kiss
Sun's sparks settling seaward, sultry-slow
Sleek silver stallions shaping the snow
Hooves hurling healthy helpings of Holiday Cheer
'Tis Christmas in July, sing Kris Kringle's reindeer
as tambourines pulse...
stallions rock with gypsies' whirl
firing dance of hooves
12/27/ 2016 John lawless Contest
The TROIKA- (Haiku with hooves)
Sunset tints the ocean crimson
White stallions gallop upon the waves
spraying her nude body reclining on the rocks
Water nymph with pearly skin
turn to me just once imprint your image
uipon my mind a perfect picture to keep by my side.
Upon witnessing the abrupt sunbeams
Waves anew in the two ancient ponds
Bears and stallions from the black frame
The major sixth chord in the piano
______________________
September 10, 2025
a perfect moment
It was magic
I cannot stop dreaming
a beauty of a night
that must never stop
through warm darkness we rode
white stallions
had gilded wings
weightless harmony
We shall forever
remember
When dreams were real
with hearts of love
Once upon a sun, bright and cold..
Steeds giggled in teases for knots
Lovely mares; strong stallions behold
Once upon a sun, bright and cold
Green fields grinned, as lovers unfold
Sprinkling the sky with Rosy thoughts
Once upon a sun, bright and cold
Steeds giggled in teases for knots
Men with moral fiber filled their cups.
To celebrate that night’s success.
Through darkness to the palace,
bold stallions had galloped,
to make right a wrong.
Reunited,
Robinhood
was set
free.
ã June 11, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Imagination
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Rocky Mountains tower in God’s sun
Their splendor captured in photos
Below wild stallions make a run
Putting on such fun-filled air shows
Silhouettes of birds passing by
I call to them, but remain unheard
Now I too feel free enough to fly
But looking down, by fear I’m deterred
*For Shaz Cheesman's "50 Word" contest
“Like free roaming stallions - my liberated dreams.”
Apprehensive, I lay my weary head
on the pillow of each long and restless night
embittered by pursual of revenge
till forgiveness came and spurred my demons’ flight.
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Contest: One and One
Sponsor: Rick Parise
© 3rd September 2016
Chasing wild stallions
Taming the beasts
Was her goal, so it seems
In her dreams
Running after them
They, who can’t be tamed
She, who can’t win
Chasing wild stallions
Taming bucking steads
Enormous goals that are bittersweet
Leave now, while your mind is intact
For' tomorrow your heart surely suffers from panic attacks
Black orchids and a Gypsy moth
a purple haze, a velvet cloth
a table set with cheese and wine
two figures waiting to recline
Midnight on the Nature Coast
The clink of glasses in a toast
Crimson lips and silver spurs
a whispered promise - his and hers
stallions stamping on the stone
The stars, the sky, the moon, alone
Form:
The sound of the trumpet rallys on
The composition of the skies was blur
Every shallow wind shifted soon the sky's turned
The trumpet sound
Rains armies of angels on white stallions
Descending at the head of them Jesus
Apocalyptic
Past the storm past the sword
Rapture dawn
3/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
We cowboys on this side of the pond
Get out of bed with boots and spurs on
To ride our bucking bronco golden stallions
As you mount your nags on the weak side of the ocean
Yes, we snicker as you call elevators 'lifts'
And your truckers call a semi a 'lorry'
But daring to call a cop or a smokey a 'bobby' ~
Odds bodkins, bloke! Please say that you're sorry!
grazing in blue fields
majestic white buffalo
partly cloudy skies
thunderous stampede
men on black stallions give chase
deadly storms brewing
lown clouds gobbled up
glutenous storms have prevailed
buffalo extinct
The darkness thunders from a distant mountain,
Evil swelling to fever pitch crushing the silence,
Midnight eyes pierce grey fog rolling down ridge,
Coal hooves pound angry earth into oblivion
Stallions breathing hell from nostrils approach,
Eyes on fire singe all things they see,
Riders dressed in midnight gleaming steel,
Black satin knights doing Lucifers bidding.
My family is my greatest treasure
There are diamonds
There are rubies
Their are the people I depend on everyday.
My family are like honey
Hanging from a bee hive
Sweet,delicate and rare.
My family are like stallions
Their stand firm and mighty.
My family is special
Because our love for one another
Run as deep and as wide as the river Nile.
My family is unique.
A yellow-toothed moon
primps in the mirror
of Mid-western ponds.
Cats
snake in and out
of red-faced barns
gone mad.
In Kansas-land...
in the operating room
of your dreams,
morning comes
dawn-drawn
by six gold stallions
half-stepping
toward eternity.
Her love-life ruled by idyllic extremes
romantic, passionate kisses on screens
fairy-tale princes on stallions pale-cream
Promises whispered on moonlit nights
shoreline strolls under stars twinkling lights
two lovers' eyes filled with amorous gleams
Little wonder no beaux could live up to her billing
any glimmer of hope she ended up killing ~ 'til
she retired to pillow-fed, wistful dreams
Wild hearts
too wild to be tamed
break loose from their chains
like birds in cages
they try to break free
and fly away
like stallions running free
wild hearts wants to flee
from conformity
why try to tame a wild heart
when it wants to roam freely
let it loose let it break free
no sense of caging
no sense of restraining
no sense of putting reins
when it wants to run away
it is its nature to be free