White Horse Poems - Poems about White Horse

"Don't let anyone deceive you for that [day of the Lord] will not come unless the man of lawlessness [the rider on the white horse] is revealed, the man doomed to destruction." 2 Thessalonians 2:3 The Seals I watched as the Lamb of God opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four...

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I am all over Wiltshire High up on the hills I am immune from fire To tourists I give thrills You can see me from afar By plane, on foot or in a car I am as old as time can be Many people have come to see You can walk up close to stroke me It can be a tiring experience But when you...

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His eyes as a flame of fire On his head were many crowns And he had a name written that no man knew but himself And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood And his name is called the word of God So I read this two times I needed understanding badly So I listen with an intensity My Brown Eyes...

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White horse By Michelle Morris 27/12/2022 You always wanted A knight on a white steed You always hoped that he'd Sweep you off your feet But, then you became wiser You realised your own strength You didn't need a hero You'd be your own instead That image of the white horse With a strong warrior mounted high It is a reminder for both genders That we have...

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I looked, behold, there stood a great white horse; Its rider had a lethal, silent bow. And on his head, a crown, rough-hewn and coarse, And there he went, a-conquering his foe. And lo, there came another horse, bright red; Its rider reaped the peace and sowed discord So great that people slew each other dead, And in his hand, a perilous...

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If you’re looking for some good, clean fun Let me tell what this white horse has done Seen it with my own eyes In a mud hole it lies There is a clean, dirty joke - no pun ~~~ I cleaned up and went on my first date Coming home, felt good – it went great Fell in a mud puddle My date...

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The dragon blows his fiery breath, his scales red and hot, and he flies through the blackened sky. He’s got seven heads to bring rule to seven devastated lands; mercy to those who dare keep their heads high. The Earth is pitiful—don’t you think so, my friend? It trembles under the beat of his wings, terrorized and ashamed with...

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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...

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He came from the Dust Bowl in a terrible time When his family were stricken with broken, dirt covered dreams. The patchwork wooden shack they slept and ate in had all but tumbled To a fate no one could repair or even had the desire to. No crops, no means to grow anything to eat In this sterile, fruitless, barren...

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Drover, ride your white horse...ride it with grit on the sun-scorched prairies of the Mississippi Valley: where no tree is found in a shady spot, but plenty of wild daisies and pink roses distract you constantly! Winter came with snow and haze, and the buffalos couldn't graze; now, in the open prairie, they do and aren't startled by your gallops or fear...

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Outside my window Rushing and hurdling with no effort building I gaze at the foaming waves galloping towards the shore no aberration to remember, no ambition it could not endorse as no rock can ever crash the zealous white horse no shady future to consider no fears to make it shiver There’s one aim, one goal Where greater intentions never fall to...

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There is a white horse on the vale, where it oft go and play, and eat heaven honey a plenty through its sleepless hallowed gate; the ponies watch and prance and dance, and never wander afar, for they see the good of it, when they answer my...

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I follow you my love on a pale white horse Of blended breed and marked discourse A Wiley creature so tuned to you Your pace your path the things you do And were you but to look back at us We appear as one interwoven thus His pace is fast on ground or air Feathered beast he is winged shoulder to...

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when my eyes are closed you appear in my dreams my tears are rolling down where have you gone girl when blue breeze caress me i remember your breath darling flowers are blooming now your kisses i feel here when silver streams babble your giggle embrace me where are you hiding what is the point in living when you are missing soul mate come back on the white horse now i am still waiting under your tree of...

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(Verse 1) Out on the streets Their drinking whiskey and wine They got the ache in their feets They got the ache in their spines They got the gin and juice They got the gum and smokes Some got the blues And some got the coke (Chorus 1) Ride the white horse, go on Ride it high No need to come down Mary, Touch the sky Ride...

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