Thoroughbreds Poems - Poems about Thoroughbreds

...On that July day of confusion and discord, I entered the women's psychiatric ward. A place I'd been in before, receiving a calming shot in my buttocks on the floor. I was delirious with my panic......Read the rest...

...Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds, Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds. Spirited stallions, sleek and swift, Sashaying through the springtime mist. Silken shadows shift and sway, ......Read the rest...

... He claimed the highest perch in the breeding loft and was, by far, the biggest pigeon in the flock. I named him Hector. A thick, puffed up ball of red feathers and testosterone made him st......Read the rest...

...So swift behooves, In challenging quest, Competitive hearts, Race their best, A treasure to win, One measurable test, For equine ones, The World's Best.......Read the rest...

...DEMONS DO EXIST . . . You can't spend all your time stuffing them in your bottom drawer In time they will all work their way out and when they do, it's war Thousands of years of incarceration......Read the rest...

...Where women aren't quite women They're Menstruating folk, Their gender simply Human, The world gone truly woke. Grasping for atonement, The art of double speak, The fancy of the moment Our w......Read the rest...

...Some were born to be show horses pampered and highly fussed over little work but many accolades living for tin canned applause.. Some are born thoroughbreds. living for glory and golden oats b......Read the rest...

...Trump's little tramp came out of the woodwork and was treated like royalty-so was Kavanaugh's. Suddenly the little donkeys turned into lathered up thoroughbreds. Racing up and down the d.c track ......Read the rest...

...For most animals of the wild, life is all about the next meal and raising their young. For a few horses, it's a sport, and life is all about a 2-minute race in the month of May. However, for the ch......Read the rest...

...Ancient Arabians, mother to all Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness Clydesdales, symmetry of strength Dignity of duty, power of purpose Ebony elegance, midnight silk Friesians, crusaders in......Read the rest...

...Through the forest tear thirteen fine thoroughbreds Fraught with tension they flick their fair heads Thrashing through the thickest thickets fittest first Thundering from forest for the fields the......Read the rest...

...Today I noticed rain clouds gathering And the sky was turning gray; Cooler air was moving in As the winds kicked up a fray. Birds stopped singing in the trees As leaves began to drift Up,......Read the rest...

...GRANDMA AT THE TRACK foolishly i threw the rock and appeared to hopscotch until the ill of my ankle violently mocked i chalk it all up to forget me nots my mind over knees ignores t......Read the rest...

...you keep running a losing race with the white horse that gallops inside of your veins continually placing bets but how long you'll last is anyone guess all the running you choose to do o......Read the rest...

...In a hallowed grandstand, I do quietly sit, high above the noise and ruckus of the pit. Staring out upon a curving, long race-track, as thoroughbreds set off running races back-to-back. Arou......Read the rest...