Poems About Horses Seeking Friendly Advice
#horses
missjem56
Poem Published
15th Aug 2021 12:57pm
15th Aug 2021 12:57pm
The Wooden Horse
I was sat astride
A wooden horse statue
In a town centre
In anywhere world
Where i'd found
Nestled behind its right ear
Some amazing
Multi-coloured
Unicorn nail varnish
And with each touch
Upon each nail
A soft marshmallowy
Small Unicorns horn arose
Half way through this
Two police officers turned up
And told me to get down
I explained to them
That as soon as i'd finished
Applying the nail varnish
That i would be on my way
And besides
I wasn't causing any problem
Or damage
And...
A wooden horse statue
In a town centre
In anywhere world
Where i'd found
Nestled behind its right ear
Some amazing
Multi-coloured
Unicorn nail varnish
And with each touch
Upon each nail
A soft marshmallowy
Small Unicorns horn arose
Half way through this
Two police officers turned up
And told me to get down
I explained to them
That as soon as i'd finished
Applying the nail varnish
That i would be on my way
And besides
I wasn't causing any problem
Or damage
And...
#dreams
#horses
#funny #surreal
#funny #surreal
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3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
the dolphin.
The Dolphin
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
#horses
#animals
#birds
#fish
#bees
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1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
29th Jul 2020 3:27am
Lovesong (Unbridled)
He rode atop that mounted horse
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
that whinnied along into the night
on and on together, astride
wanting never to stop or tire.
He held the reins and bridle tight
so no one else could know her this way
or steer her into the dark as he would
promises lighting the way.
Her eyes were deep with the Earth's secrets,
those he longed to know but never would.
His skull containing only a ridership
of prominent vision understood.
What lie ahead she would never anticipate,
plodding and dodging her circumstance.
Trust...
#love
#horses
#TedHughes
523 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Mar 2020 9:17am
10th Mar 2020 9:17am
C O L O U R S
( a visual verse )
Draft hooves cut the sod, divots fly
Into charger’s sides, Master’s urge.
No test to win fair lady’s hand
As warrior's steed his bellows blow
Across the field of honor’s purge
Pursuant to the hounds,
The other side this day shall die
Till he and his colours go down.
Draft hooves cut the sod, divots fly
Into charger’s sides, Master’s urge.
No test to win fair lady’s hand
As warrior's steed his bellows blow
Across the field of honor’s purge
Pursuant to the hounds,
The other side this day shall die
Till he and his colours go down.
#war
#death
#horses #rebellion
#horses #rebellion
726 reads
15 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 1:53am
8th Mar 2020 1:53am
H O R S E S
( a visual verse )
They come from nowhere;
Horses that stampede through a life,
Herds of them,
And leave destruction in their wake.
Their whinnies & snorts & lashings
Bridle my hate and tether my fear.
But I can’t help but stay and watch,
For how majestic they seem.
They come from nowhere;
Horses that stampede through a life,
Herds of them,
And leave destruction in their wake.
Their whinnies & snorts & lashings
Bridle my hate and tether my fear.
But I can’t help but stay and watch,
For how majestic they seem.
#horses
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
567 reads
22 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 11:34am
12th Aug 2019 11:34am
early one morning
Early one morning
It is early morning the boars are back in the woods
The prostitutes sleep in dingy rooms, and rats are back
In the sewers and cats sleep on a sofa looking cute.
Soon cars will fill the street the traffic lasts till six
Then it dies down but remains until midnight.
Now it is time for the nocturnal animals to shine there
Is much food about the leftovers of our disrespect?
For nourishment which we take for granted.
Two pigeons land on the window sill looks in talk
To...
It is early morning the boars are back in the woods
The prostitutes sleep in dingy rooms, and rats are back
In the sewers and cats sleep on a sofa looking cute.
Soon cars will fill the street the traffic lasts till six
Then it dies down but remains until midnight.
Now it is time for the nocturnal animals to shine there
Is much food about the leftovers of our disrespect?
For nourishment which we take for granted.
Two pigeons land on the window sill looks in talk
To...
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
363 reads
1 Comment
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
Hearing Nothing In The Snow
It was from an open balcony,
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
#dark
#war
#death
#horses
#PabloNeruda
709 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
6th Aug 2018 5:25am
6th Aug 2018 5:25am
WAR SONGS
It was at the great camp three miles long
that we came together to prepare
with war songs, sun dance visions & smokes.
The lodge poles numbered like stars, & the
herds of ponies, from distant ridges,
reminded the bluecoat Crow scouts of
worms in the grass of rolling plains that
rippled in the heat, while campfire smoke
rose lazily by the river’s bend.
Men painted themselves with half-faces,
white hail stones, jagged red lightning bolts.
Women gathered children & struck...
that we came together to prepare
with war songs, sun dance visions & smokes.
The lodge poles numbered like stars, & the
herds of ponies, from distant ridges,
reminded the bluecoat Crow scouts of
worms in the grass of rolling plains that
rippled in the heat, while campfire smoke
rose lazily by the river’s bend.
Men painted themselves with half-faces,
white hail stones, jagged red lightning bolts.
Women gathered children & struck...
#children
#soldiers
#war #horses
#war #horses
627 reads
10 Comments
Lil
Poem Published
29th Jul 2018 5:40pm
29th Jul 2018 5:40pm
Smile...
The string on my puppet got all tangled in a knot,
I couldn't make him bow his head I couldn't make him trot.
I even tried to swish his tail but that messed up a lot.
So to the drawer I rummaged down and I'll tell you what I got,
I got a pair of scissors and I held them to his string and snipped away 'till he had none, I'd had enough of him.
He sort of went and landed, untidy in a heap, of feet and tail, hoof and ear he then got up and grabbed a beer.
I said, "You have no strings," he smiled at me and shook his head, said...”Strings might hold us 'till we're dead...
I couldn't make him bow his head I couldn't make him trot.
I even tried to swish his tail but that messed up a lot.
So to the drawer I rummaged down and I'll tell you what I got,
I got a pair of scissors and I held them to his string and snipped away 'till he had none, I'd had enough of him.
He sort of went and landed, untidy in a heap, of feet and tail, hoof and ear he then got up and grabbed a beer.
I said, "You have no strings," he smiled at me and shook his head, said...”Strings might hold us 'till we're dead...
#horses
546 reads
4 Comments
babajava
Poem Published
1st Jul 2018 10:10pm
1st Jul 2018 10:10pm
Milagro
I don't know if its extra sensory perception or an active imagination, but plants and animals sometimes talk to me. It is always a spiritual experience when it happens, and one that will live with me forever.
One fine day I had to hitchhike into town for supplies. Returning with a box of groceries I was left standing on the roadside waiting for a ride up the mountain when I heard a voice coming from the pasture. A horse was talking directly into my brain.
Got anything good to eat, he said.
I dug around in my box of groceries for something to share and found a nice carrot....
One fine day I had to hitchhike into town for supplies. Returning with a box of groceries I was left standing on the roadside waiting for a ride up the mountain when I heard a voice coming from the pasture. A horse was talking directly into my brain.
Got anything good to eat, he said.
I dug around in my box of groceries for something to share and found a nice carrot....
#horses
#magic
510 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Jun 2018 9:39am
30th Jun 2018 9:39am
sparrows never rests
Sparrows never rest
On the bush, I don't want to know the name of was full of sparrows
picking leaves for their nests; the bush looks like a balding man.
It is seven in the morning; the birds work hard
soon it will be hot, and their toiling stops,
but they will be back in the late afternoon working
hard to finish the building of nests.
The small thieves resent me standing on the terrace
twits in unison to shush me away.
It is too quiet I have dressed going to the local hospital
tor a test at the hospital, then I realise it is Sunday,
I'm...
On the bush, I don't want to know the name of was full of sparrows
picking leaves for their nests; the bush looks like a balding man.
It is seven in the morning; the birds work hard
soon it will be hot, and their toiling stops,
but they will be back in the late afternoon working
hard to finish the building of nests.
The small thieves resent me standing on the terrace
twits in unison to shush me away.
It is too quiet I have dressed going to the local hospital
tor a test at the hospital, then I realise it is Sunday,
I'm...
#horses
#animals
#birds #nature
#birds #nature
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Daffodil32
Poem Published
27th May 2018 12:50pm
27th May 2018 12:50pm
i should be like a horse running wild in the green fields
this life is like a prison
i am stuck inside sharp corners
and i cannot escape
i want out, i want to live outside
borders, fences, brick walls holding me in
a horse is in a stable
she can live better than me
she can breathe, view outside of the edges
her horses head can look beyond the stable
if that is what she wishes to do
because she can, she has a choice
i bet on high horses
with a strong sense of certainty
that she who lives in a stable
lives contentedly
with her hay under...
i am stuck inside sharp corners
and i cannot escape
i want out, i want to live outside
borders, fences, brick walls holding me in
a horse is in a stable
she can live better than me
she can breathe, view outside of the edges
her horses head can look beyond the stable
if that is what she wishes to do
because she can, she has a choice
i bet on high horses
with a strong sense of certainty
that she who lives in a stable
lives contentedly
with her hay under...
#sadness
#anger
#dark
#denial
#horses
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