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Western(A) Poems - Poems about Western(A)

Premium Member Guitar Gringo
He stepped down from the stagecoach kicking dust up with his boot He stood a while, he lacked a smile, his teeth gripped his cheroot His Stetson it was thick with dust, his guitar case was too He looked around this downbeat town; found no man that he knew He’d travelled to this lawless town of which he’d...

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Categories: western(a), western,
Form: Lyric
Fall of Western civilization
Nickel and dimed, nickel and dimed: the neglected human center can't hold undone for gold....

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Categories: western(a), abuse, betrayal, change, conflict,
Form: Cinquain



The Dustbin of History: A Requiem for Western Media
Once, they claimed to hold the torch, To light the world with truth and reason. But the West’s media empire— Was born not in truth, But in treason. From BBC’s royal scripts, To CNN’s manicured myths, From Fox’s fury-laced fables, To NBC’s polished distortions— They were trained, not to inform, But to perform For the empire's applause. Every lens tilted, Every headline coded, Every silence calculated— To shape the world In...

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Categories: western(a), film, funeral, nonsense, western,
Form: Free verse
Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes
Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Categories: western(a), adventure, anniversary, appreciation, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes
Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last generation tradition (the spouse as washer woman and scullery maid) soon after we moved here eight years ago come July 1st, 2025. I trumpet her pioneer spirit to apply elbow grease (to tackle...

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Categories: western(a), adventure, anniversary, appreciation, devotion,
Form: Free verse



We fell in love in ole Dell Rio
Wear something nice Not to fancy Check the heels On those shoes Tonight I feel like dancing This is a lovers Interlude Iwe feel in love in Ole Dell Rio Under a Strawberry Moon It ain't that complicated It's our destiny I assume She's such a sophisticated Lady Darling can I hold your Hand It's a privilege to say Your my lady I'm so proud to be your man Now and then I would Answer If only you would...

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Categories: western(a), happy, music, song, sound,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member The Old Western Bar
A HONKY TONK WOMAN named ANGIE heads out to our bar every night. And those WILD HORSES with hombres show up to get drunk or to fight. Bar's sign, “RUBY TUESDAY” is red; behind, though, they did PAINT IT BLACK. Some sit down to start TUMBLIN DICE; ROLLING STONES stop by for cognac. Now, Angie and I hit it off;...

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Categories: western(a), nostalgia, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Lord of the Western Sea
Christian daimyo, Yukinaga Konishi Born a merchant, became Commander of the Sea Granted favour by God and man Defended faith throughout the land The youth once granted his father's name Twin strokes that signal a life of pain Graven in paradoxical parts Warrior with a gentle heart In a world that met cruelty with acclaim Defeat in war cost him his head But faith he...

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Categories: western(a), angst, christian, conflict, history,
Form: Clerihew
Hiku tumbleweed
wind-swept tumbleweed rolling through baron plains hope clings to dry roots...

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Categories: western(a), earth, imagery, nature, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Atrocity
Whether the Indigenous People, robed in leathers, head dressed in feathers, who had their own sovereign nations, wanted it or not, June 2nd 1924, U.S. President Calvin Coolidge condescendingly signed the Snyder Act, a.k.a., the Indian Citizenship Act, into law, thereby conferring American citizenship on American Indians. He had it backwards, it was no more than an affront as, whether the Indigenous People wanted them or not, it was...

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Categories: western(a), america, identity, political, western,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Western Indian Tan
Soon be a beautiful brown color For naturally brown lover....

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Categories: western(a), body, boyfriend,
Form: Crystalline
The Lone Cowboy and the Cactus Land
He rides beneath a sky of burning light, A shadow stretching wide across the plain. His boots are weathered, his hands are stiff with dust, Yet in his eyes, the calm of open land. The cactus stands vast, hard and still— Green scars that mark the path he must make. Each choice he’s made, each trail he’s had to make Leaves dried...

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Categories: western(a), creation, encouraging, life, strength,
Form: Sestina
Premium Member Ridin' Through the Fog
The fog sits heavy on broken ground, Snow lays light where the stubble’s browned. No sun, just hush and hoofbeat slow, And breath that drifts like chimney smoke. The cows stand scattered, heads hung low, Dark shapes caught in a pale gray glow. I ride out quiet, don’t make a sound... They know this hat, this horse, this ground. A calf’s come early,...

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Categories: western(a), animal, birth, snow, western,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Premium Member Times Change
Dusty little towns West of the Great Divide Where great-grandchildren of cowboys On ranches still reside. Small western museums With local antiquities inside; Native American artifacts, Some horse tack for a cowboy's ride. There among the fancy Are two dresses hemmed above the knee, 20's Jazz Age fashion Worn far from the speak-easys. Caused a bit of an uproar, As they danced on the sawdust floor. Who...

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Categories: western(a), america, fashion, western,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Premium Member To Be Known is To Be Loved
The wind knows the rider before the horse does. Long before sunup, boots scuff barnwood and the rawhide creaks with memory. A buckaroo doesn’t announce himself… he just is. A silhouette stitched into the mesa’s edge, hat pulled low not in mystery, but in reverence. Out here, to be known is not to be seen,...

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Categories: western(a), appreciation, love, poetry, western,
Form: Prose Poetry

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