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Short Stick Horse Poems

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


Premium Member Thoroughbred
No thoroughbred here, When we lose our will to fight We ride a stick horse.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Good Luck
H Good Luck By: Tom 8/28/2019 Haiku Waiting on good luck Is like riding a stick horse. Both waste precious time.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse, how i feel, life,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Luck
Luck By: Miracle Man 1/27/2024 Believe not in luck, for it's steed is a stick horse, that will finish last.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse, life, magic,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Never Give Up
Never Give Up Haiku: by Tom December 10 2020 Tough old birds don’t quit; when we lose our will to fight, We ride a stick horse.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse, how i feel,
Form: Haiku
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: stick horse, friend,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member Desire and Ability
Desire / Ability Miracle Man October 7, 2023 No amount of desire can ever trump my ability, and void of ability I sit astride a stick horse. At some point ability becomes an exercise in futility, Change devoured my ability leaving me remorse.
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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse, age, change, desire, truth,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member Dreamland
There is a place where oft I travel,
And in child dreams do things of yore.
Like running barefoot on the gravel,
Or riding my stick-horse to the store.

Concerning this place of which I dream,
I'm left to meditate on, without clue.
Why my dreams have a childhood theme,
Unless once more I'm yearning to do?...

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© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: stick horse, dream,
Form: Lyric

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