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Best Poems Written by Maya Smith

Below are the all-time best Maya Smith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Saddle Waits

The sunrise paints the prairie gold,
The breeze still hums that tune of old,
Where once I’d ride with reins held tight,
Now I rock through the hush of night.

My boots sit still by the old back door,
Dusty dreams from days before.
The saddle waits on its wooden stand—
But now I hold life in my hands.

No roundup calls, no cattle cry,
Just lullabies and baby sighs.
I traded spurs for whispered songs,
And sleepless nights that stretch so long.

But oh, my heart—it rides each day,
Through love too fierce to drift away.
Though trails are quiet, and horses rest,
This little one is my newest west.

I miss the wind, the leather’s creak,
The freedom dancing on my cheek.
But I would choose this soft-eyed view
A thousand times, and all anew.

Someday soon, I’ll saddle high,
With baby watching, bright and spry.
We’ll ride again—me and the sky—
But for now, it’s lullabies.

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Give Me Horses

I’ve ridden long ’cross windswept land,
Seen men lie with a shake of hand.
Smiles can fool, and words can bend—
But a horse stays honest ‘til the end.

People come with masks and games,
Talk in riddles, shift the blame.
But a mustang don’t play make-believe—
He gives what’s real, not what you need.

A horse don’t gossip, scheme, or plot,
He don’t forget what folks forgot.
He learns your heart, he knows your ways—
And still he stands through all your days.

I’ve trusted folks, and paid the price,
Heard sweet tongues deal loaded dice.
But reins in hand and saddle tight—
A horse rides true in day or night.

I’d take a horse ‘fore any crowd,
Where truth runs quiet, not loud.
They don’t judge tears, they don’t fake grace—
Just steady strength in an open space.

So when I die, don’t dress me grand,
No polished wood or preacher’s stand.
Just lay me down beneath the sky—
With horses grazin’ wanderin’ by.

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A Cowgirl Momma, Carved by Faith

The nights get cold on that prairie land,
But she don’t break—she takes God’s hand.
With a baby girl tucked close at night,
She leans on faith when there’s no end in sight.

She’s patched old jeans, gone weeks on beans,
Fought silent storms no one sees.
But through each trial, tear, and test,
She trusts the Lord will handle the rest.

Her hands are rough, her prayers are soft,
She lifts her girl and her hopes aloft.
“When the world gets mean, you stand and pray—
God don’t leave when folks walk away.”

She’s hauled hay sick, rode fence line sore,
Worked through nights with an aching core.
But her daughter’s laugh, like heaven’s light,
Keeps her going through the darkest night.

Some days she cries while no one sees,
Whispers, “Lord, please carry me.”
And sure as sunrise paints the sky,
She feels His mercy passing by.

She teaches her girl with every chore,
That life is hard—but there’s so much more.
“Don’t let the weight steal your joy, my dear,
God rides with you—He’s always near.”

Through muddy roads and unpaid bills,
She climbs each day with quiet will.
And side by side, just her and her kin,
They ride with God through thick and thin.

So if you see that cowgirl’s eyes,
Know they’ve seen lows and higher skies.
But through it all, she’s standing strong—
With her daughter’s hand and the Lord all along.