Short White Horse Poems
Short White Horse Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about White Horse by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about White Horse by length and keyword.
All is quiet
The room is still
I hear this tapping on my window sill
I look out and there you are
My dashing knight
On your white horse
Form:
Green grass / glass glazed stream
Blooms mauve / pink blue dream
White horse / runs to me
Spring hues / gold sun gleam
most seek happily ever after
rich prince on the white horse
or princess who can spin straw into gold
these tales are invaluable
to our health
hey is that Cinderella?
star gaze
a winged white horse
flies across the northern sky
lovers worldwide look in wonder
just as Ptolemy did
Jack Horne for Nette’s Pen a Pensee contest, 1st July
If I had a prince on a white horse and a diamond ring I would be complete.
Time went by.
I would like the horse.
It never came.
Just a prince?
ditto.
Buy your own diamond I told her.
But she did not know how.
Forever stuck in Disney dreams.
Where fancy's flowers bloom, I go,
and music starts to play.
And when sweet words of beauty flow,
I dip and weave and sway. . .
There comes a white horse, my delight,
so I'll not be forlorn.
In step with him, I freely write!
I dream the unicorn.
Would you be
The Jack
To my Sally
Would you be
The Romeo
To my Juliet
Would you be
The Peter
To my Wendy
Would you be
The Prince
To my Princess
Would you be
My fairy tale
My Prince
On a White Horse
Would you show me
That love exists?
Form:
It's urgent I see the ocean,
Ask me why?
I'll tell you I haven't a notion,
Lately I hear her call,
And the way she says my name,
The gallop of white horse waves,
Place were loneliness is tamed,
Maybe I'll go and just listen,
Sight for sore eyes I'm missing.
Where fancy's flowers bloom, I go,
and music starts to play.
And when sweet words of beauty flow,
I dip and and weave and sway. . .
Then comes a white horse, my delight,
so I'll not be forlorn.
In step with him, I freely write.
I dance the unicorn.
She rode with him to Shebuktoo
she rode up and down the hilly concourse
riding shot gun like on his big white horse
when he shot his gun high in the air
a huge blast of shouts shook the pair
in frenzy she bucked, too, arriving with a force
connie pachecho
2/24/17
Christ Jesus is His name,
Changing lives is His game!
His story on my heart do tell,
Obeying His Spirit to do well!
The Jews of the day expected Him on a white horse.
The temple leaders did not approve of His course.
He came to live, but lived to die
A Savior to the world for you and I.
Cherries gleam ruby red
in a white porcelain bowl.
The observed looks back at you,
we are the experience we experience.
White horse in a snowy field,
red fox at sunset,
a bubble between
two pink baby lips.
Meaning does not describe itself,
we are self-portraits,
but where is that self?
Past the white horse
the high Road to take
Horse traders strapping
and preening for the day
A harem to conquer
ITs Babylon also bored
Cinderella for the day
shes a Queen in white lance
Impasses sealed in Gold
They cripple a course
Internal Mixtures
The Posh acylates
languish for the day
One night I dreamt of my would-be bridegroom
We rode with flair a white horse in blue hills
Across moonshine soaked garden in full bloom
I woke up shaping in mind future thrills.
July 24, 2021
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Contest : Flair And Fun Quatrain Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Jeweled crown
snatched from dark hair,
white horse ran for the woods.
Shrewd princess now stripped, is naked.
Chin up,
you have nothing, but CAN rebuild.
When fairy tales crumble
you swim that mote
free style.
Insignificant and gazed
at through this narrow
Iris.
We retreat to no
Avail. Until the End of Time.
White horse, deliver me
into the Gates of
Darkness.
As I seem to only
know how to Worship
sentiment, nostaglia
and darkness.
Exercising such
extremities is
as much a waste of
Time as this present
Lifeline.
Riding in the plane
Above the clouds
So beautiful so powerful
Imagining about angels
Where they live everyday?
The white thick clouds melting
Ascend from heaven
It felts scary to think
When we fall from heaven
The tears of Goddess
The smile of angels
The presence of white horse
In the play ground of heaven
Amen
insired by a picture at allpoetry.com/amyrowsell
this could only be 45 words
the deep dark night
in shining amour
crossing the path
a girl, he must save
the moonlight reflection
helps him to be brave
the night on the white horse
is who he wants to be, guiding him
striving for what’s inside of him
continuing on
It seemed like a dream that he came to me
Dressed in silver armour, riding on a white steed
Coming with only love for his deed
Carrying me away on the pancing horse
To the rock castle way above the course
Ere we enter, the golden lined way
Touched by his presence in a special bay
Filled with refreshing waters cool and calm
Once they are swallowed sins all gone
Form:
She rode swiftly on the angel wings of a white horse
with fiery red evil close behind
but evil was too late,at the gates, he'll wait...
Was a dream, a one of a kind...some kind of pact with the devil left to fulfill,
as she watched that empty can roll up that empty hill...
her soul was free in truth
in spirits of old and wise,
set forth in freedom,
you can see it in her eyes...
Before the Roman legions carved a road
This stallion coursed across the chalk ridge brow
Unharnessed, free or by a king bestrode
Like wave traversing grassland free of plough
It still pursues its quest yet even now
Note: This is the oldest of the many white horses carved into chalk hillsides across southern England. It has been dated to The Bronze or Iron ages. (Pre-Roman occupation)
Meet the heroine,
talk to my evil villain.
The main characters
are companions intertwined,
every move choreographed.
Fall for the castle,
ride a white horse with the knight.
There’s always that twist.
The dragon who saves your life,
an ageless lesson to learn.
Come gather around,
can I tell you a story?
You may want to stay,
share the moral someday.
Remember fables breathe fire.
Religious fighting is wet.
Not like that.
Hmm.
They are as calm as a cow.
Great humanists are hunting.
Hey.
Do you hear it?
You hear my line construction?
The girl who hunts. Just
There's a Buddha on the roast beef.
Allah only eats vegetables.
Rama is playing the harp.
Christ is riding on a white horse.
Where is my worship?
Secrecy
quiet
Peace
Be calm
Hmm
Aung Thet Oo
2020
At times I feel like a white horse,
and as beautiful as the sea,too.
So powerful and strong!
Knowing nothing can go wrong.
Being sure above all...to never follow
the throng.
God above, his land under my feet,
and dedicated to singing!
My own truth and my song each glorious day...
With beautiful,glorious church bells ringing!
Blessings~
Panagiota Romios
June 21, 2019
5pm PST
Standing tall, against them all,
Ready to battle, doth not care if will shatter.
On a white horse he rides,
With his beautiful sword Excaliber at his side.
His Knights are fallen,
but he does not run,Nor does he go to hide,
Knights who are against him are on each of his sides.
But the Great King Arthur is not afraid,
For the Great King Arthur in the end,
Whether he lived or died,in the end,
He stayed.