Short Stampeding Poems
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Her courage became wild stallions,
Stampeding on bronze-stained dirt.
They were untamed,
Their manes
Thick with fearlessness.
stampeding fillies
tap dance trio struts its stuff
hoofing it on stage
written December 29, 2016
for Troika contest by John lawless
Not Sure Where
Not sure where conversation is leading;
Found horses out in a field stampeding;
Must and may,
So sad to say,
Christ on cross to death was bleeding.
Jim Horn
Buffalo Clouds
Buffalo roam
The skies today
Hides of white
Touch of gray
There’s platypus
Pegasus
And
Hippo too
But it’s the Buffalo
Stampeding
Our skies of blue
By: Bill MacEachern
03/29/2021
mounted instead
on his steed
the stud
blows
his own horn
release the
hounds
in a
chaotic cacophony
stampeding
unleashed
the horses
follow to find
so many
dogs on
just one
fox
i prefer
monogamy
Form:
PARDONING HELL
(Red Monday Justified)
It’s one thing forgiving those who have erred.
Criminal and criminals a free herd:-
it's another to grant then clemency;
Their injustice stampeding you and me:
Hell, what a term this is going to be:-
A Little Lying
What is wrong with a little lying?
Making up excuses and alibiing;
Around in circles always leading;
Never together and are stampeding;
Understand reasons are hard trying.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The leaves are stampeding the yard
run flying toward the west
wind changes her mind, throws them in a new flow
Like robins, rising from the ground,
they are flowing north now
Looking like frightened sparrows.
Such a graceful dance,
They laugh as they spin and fly
a strong wind whistles
in the calm of misty dawn ~
leaves stampeding east
Haiku - Nature Themed 2 Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
5/7/5 syllable count
Checked on www.howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 08/16/2020
Familiar storm - stampeding, impeding,
drawing in colder days, lighting up
monotone skies, winterizing holiday rise.
Thoughts of yesteryear - their existence
unclear, relegating nonsensical notions,
subjugating my mind - celebrating life.
12/18/2021
Bite Size Poem #30
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Thunder crashing
Sounding like a million stampeding horses
Lightning lighting up the sky
Like the torch of a god
Rain splashing against the ground
Drops so big a mountain must’ve cried
A symphony of sounds
The sounds of destruction
Fear
Sadness
Loneliness
These sounds strike awe and terror in the hearts of the beholders.
Form:
"The Ghosts of All Those Lost Tomorrows"
voiceless Munch seen laughing
when all the ghosts of those lost tomorrows
come stampeding into dreams
like a forewarning, carrying the colours
of their ever changing empathy
jokes
seen through
kaleidoscopes
of dead others
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
I invite all human kind
to shun Trumpeting Towers
because they are irrelevant
to all MeWe things therapeutic
And because
my depressing blues songs
and green signs
tell
and retell
ultra-nonviolet me
we don't feed narcissistic
angry red
rabidly stampeding
ballistic elephants
Cuz it's not healthy
nor resiliently wealthy,
compassionately unwise.
God's rolling bowling alley . . . . . .
Rumble, rumble, rumble - CRACK!
Stampeding horses hooves - dust storm's chorus
Then back and forth rolls into white tornado
Twisting warm and cold, hard hail rains down
To the ground and lifts a truck to the roof
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rumble, crack, BOOM!
Sweeps like a big broom and dust is everywhere.
Ominously yellow
Tranquility shatters
With its explosion
A hanging threat
Against my spirit
Energy saturates
My body
Excitement builds
A dash for
The intersection
The engine races
Spurred by my
Heavy heel
Flight begins
Stampeding forward
Yellow changes
Danger Red
Breathless now
I speed underneath
An alien horn sounds
But safety once again
Restores my judgement
My heart beat hastens,
like a herd of butterflies taking flight,
stampeding my stomach.
Unable to explain the need,
burning like a flame,
consuming all thought,
deep desire, a soul on fire.
The compulsion exists.
I can't resist.
Must continue, persevere.
A change of venue,
gotta run, escape,
evade this unknown beast.
Hanging on by a yarn,
imbedded fingers on a cliff,
below, a never ending abyss.
Form:
The Thunder Rolls
the sultry June afternoon drips with sweat
as the impending tempest approaches
the sun struggles for its last breath of light
and an eerie stillness hangs in the air
the prairie denizens have all taken shelter
as ominous slate grey clouds rumble
across the plains from the southwest
like clouds from a stampeding herd
and in the distance thunder rolls
June 20, 2019
Sleep is such a precious thing
Now I lay my head,
Close my mind from worrying,
Count some sheep instead
I drift off into my dream...
Hubby starts to snore !
Not again!! Well, I can scheme,
Ewes and me at war !
Sheep stampeding out the door !
A panic stricken flock
I've pushed hubby to the floor
A frantic man in shock!
______________________
For "I'm So Annoyed" Contest........sponsored by Mary Oliver Rotman
The deep wounds and scars of the past
The rigours and torment of the present
The blurry and scary pictures of the future
Like a stampeding Buffalo have destroyed my morale
Leaving me in the cave with the serpent of risky thinking faculty
With depression I have struggled
With thoughts of suicide I have wrestled
Guess it is time to gain freedom from this burning and tormenting pain
Guess it is best to end it all now...
ABSOL
Roar of a snore
Heard it before
Intense urge to wiz
Felt the call that is
Awake too soon
So far from noon
Early to rise
A primal surprise
An annoying jolt
Stampeding down Jurassic Park
Up all night, pitch black dark
Toss and turn
Oil to burn
Seething at the snort
Restful slumber to abort
No excuse for this abuse
Ring the alarm, light a fuse
Snored awake, sleep do shake
Awful Fright, this late night
Pitch black dark
Jurassic Park
UNSTOPPABLE
Angst of the world
Stretching and pulling
Pounding with fury
Like stampeding elephants
Like snatching crocodiles
Tarzan is not the hero of this story
God looks down upon his footstool
We are like feathers to be plucked
He lets us fight the air we breathe
He let our world quench his last breath
Resuscitation exploded the theory of evolution
The big bang created an unstoppable movement
Our march toward Christ
Kim Rodrigues ©2017
A long night folds inwards.
Fast breathless dreams run together,
old stories retold
absent of beginning's or endings.
Between them
lucid periods, when the mind
reviews many fleeting scenes
seeking reasons or even
a prophetic forecast
to hang tomorrow upon.
The house creaks
as if he were walking the floor,
but deep within a suffocating bed
he is chained to tumbling thoughts,
while a hard riding night
ties him down upon
a stampeding rocking horse.
It nearly was a rude shock,
When I cursorily checked the lock,
Looking beyond the first block
And saw not a sheep in a once stampeding flock:
The security there by many judged “A Rock”,
That would the painstaking efforts of robbers mock
And rather produce them in some dock,
If not that day, after the crow of the Earliest Cock
,,, All in a matter of repeated Tick Tock!
Which shepherd could bear a disappeared flock?
But, Alas! Looking back at me is a disappeared flock!
The river is not wide
but it is violent,
it funnels down from the mountains
like a running horse.
You can park your car
at 'Overlook' landing
to watch the river stampeding.
If you're a local
you know that
there's white water ahead
before it leaps over
'Baker's Falls."
Beyond that cataract
your parked car
forgets how to chase down roads,
you have to reset the GPS
urge it to backup,
it's like it understands
that only the river
knows where it's going
from here.
Flutter
Look up I see
Their souls flittering past
Down here smell carnage, hear clink, slash
neighing a warning, another one falls
Crunch of bone- stampeding to death
Screams of dying horses
Take me from here
Flutter
For the "SOUND OF EMOTION "
sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Written poem date 6/1/201
by A. Green