Poems About Horses Seeking Friendly Advice
#horses
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
21st Apr 2018 2:47pm
21st Apr 2018 2:47pm
APACHE
In middle school it was, as I recall
When I first saw him on the playground race.
A band of other boys were chasing him
As he was galloping the sand pit run.
I know it does, but yes, you heard me right,
This braying boy was slapping on his haunch.
That’s why I swear I heard a pony shout,
A shrill bone whistle as he whoop’d about.
The next time I was walking home from class,
I hadn’t any money for the bus.
Before I knew it there he was again
With gravel flying, barefoot, as he passed.
It's funny how much time...
When I first saw him on the playground race.
A band of other boys were chasing him
As he was galloping the sand pit run.
I know it does, but yes, you heard me right,
This braying boy was slapping on his haunch.
That’s why I swear I heard a pony shout,
A shrill bone whistle as he whoop’d about.
The next time I was walking home from class,
I hadn’t any money for the bus.
Before I knew it there he was again
With gravel flying, barefoot, as he passed.
It's funny how much time...
#identity
#war
#death
#NaPoWriMo2018
#horses
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KevinRottweiler
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2018 4:18pm
3rd Jan 2018 4:18pm
Mouse Takes Care of Blind Horse
he was a house mouse
and the chimpunks sang--
as the Donkey cart fell
and the muscular horse
fell to its knees
covered in ice crystals
in the cold of the night
but he made it into the barn
a blind horse
and a million mice
sang his sweet name...
and they revived him with
carrot sticks and celery
and a bag of sugar
his eyesight returned
mostly blurry
but he wore a million house
mice on his back
a love attack
and in the morning
the children sung
to the semi-blind horse
the mouse ...
and the chimpunks sang--
as the Donkey cart fell
and the muscular horse
fell to its knees
covered in ice crystals
in the cold of the night
but he made it into the barn
a blind horse
and a million mice
sang his sweet name...
and they revived him with
carrot sticks and celery
and a bag of sugar
his eyesight returned
mostly blurry
but he wore a million house
mice on his back
a love attack
and in the morning
the children sung
to the semi-blind horse
the mouse ...
#kindness
#horses
#animals
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Dec 2017 9:36am
10th Dec 2017 9:36am
several haiku
Haiku
Beautiful horses
But it is the modest mule
That carries our load
Tidy office building
Busy and efficient place
Kept clean by janitors
Our great cities
Without armies of cleaners
Uninhabitable
Galloping filly
Bets are on black beauty
The jenny won
Beautiful horses
But it is the modest mule
That carries our load
Tidy office building
Busy and efficient place
Kept clean by janitors
Our great cities
Without armies of cleaners
Uninhabitable
Galloping filly
Bets are on black beauty
The jenny won
#horses
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1 Comment
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
19th Jul 2017 1:10am
19th Jul 2017 1:10am
Arien
Ride the wind, carry your torch
Such mythology ---
A splendor.
Swallow the fitful wave
As you arise to cast your
Dubious divide.
How deep your furrows
Rising agonic ---
What demise.
Your pace I can never catch
Shaken to rein, barebacked;
So empty inside.
Hands peel away as
You fly, mercuric, borne of
A heavens' stride.
My head flies back
Hair locked in a vaccum to
Reciprocity, a candor.
Estuarian blankness,
A stasis to penetrate
The worlds...
Such mythology ---
A splendor.
Swallow the fitful wave
As you arise to cast your
Dubious divide.
How deep your furrows
Rising agonic ---
What demise.
Your pace I can never catch
Shaken to rein, barebacked;
So empty inside.
Hands peel away as
You fly, mercuric, borne of
A heavens' stride.
My head flies back
Hair locked in a vaccum to
Reciprocity, a candor.
Estuarian blankness,
A stasis to penetrate
The worlds...
#horses
#SylviaPlath
#LifeAsAWriter
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6 Comments
ojhoff
Poem Published
12th Jan 2013 3:42pm
12th Jan 2013 3:42pm
I Imagine He Has Come To Rescue Me
I imagine he has come to rescue me.
My ear against the sand hears
The horse's throb. It comes closer.
The dark green forest is ghost-filled nowdays.
I am afraid. I go into the cabin to pack
That which is precious to me: mirror, rouge, and poems
And wait by the door. It will be all right.
I am afraid, but I also anticipate
The ride out of this place, close behind him
And inhaling the odor of the horse
For hours on end.
When he comes, he has this other woman with him.
I think back to the message he sent ahead.
We will be coming it said....
My ear against the sand hears
The horse's throb. It comes closer.
The dark green forest is ghost-filled nowdays.
I am afraid. I go into the cabin to pack
That which is precious to me: mirror, rouge, and poems
And wait by the door. It will be all right.
I am afraid, but I also anticipate
The ride out of this place, close behind him
And inhaling the odor of the horse
For hours on end.
When he comes, he has this other woman with him.
I think back to the message he sent ahead.
We will be coming it said....
#anxiety
#loneliness
#rejection
#horses
#myself
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