Poems About Horses Seeking Honest Critique
#horses
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
21st Dec 2019 8:10pm
21st Dec 2019 8:10pm
MacroEvolution Goes With MicroEvolution
A lot of people accept microevolution but reject macro. Here's my answer:
Macro is nothing more than micro on steroids.
I mean once u accept micro, its like cancer before the stage 4 metastasis.
I mean once the cancer has begun, the metastasis is just a later stage.
I mean macro is simply micro squared.
It is the LOGICAL extension.
I mean the earliest mammal is the miotreme (?) which secrets milk but has no real breasts, but then the later mammals evolve breasts.
Take the reptilian duck-billed platypus.
It obviously is half reptile, half...
Macro is nothing more than micro on steroids.
I mean once u accept micro, its like cancer before the stage 4 metastasis.
I mean once the cancer has begun, the metastasis is just a later stage.
I mean macro is simply micro squared.
It is the LOGICAL extension.
I mean the earliest mammal is the miotreme (?) which secrets milk but has no real breasts, but then the later mammals evolve breasts.
Take the reptilian duck-billed platypus.
It obviously is half reptile, half...
#dogs
#horses
#birds #fish
#birds #fish
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
17th Dec 2019 5:18am
17th Dec 2019 5:18am
Papa Dada Sickle Sense Hysteria
Here's the little.....Here's the more
Here it's three..... & here a score
Look down
all those shorted men
with flower-color jackets.
And horses, ever mighty horses.
soon being off to run through heaven/hell
and back again, for the
prideful glory in the two-dollar window.
Every body is right and rightly so.
(Every body left? No where to go)
Rain's comin'down, river levels rise, A perfect
forthright time for a mudslide to slide down,
drowning...
Here it's three..... & here a score
Look down
all those shorted men
with flower-color jackets.
And horses, ever mighty horses.
soon being off to run through heaven/hell
and back again, for the
prideful glory in the two-dollar window.
Every body is right and rightly so.
(Every body left? No where to go)
Rain's comin'down, river levels rise, A perfect
forthright time for a mudslide to slide down,
drowning...
#dreams
#horses
#food
420 reads
2 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 4:33pm
8th Jan 2019 4:33pm
Appalachia
There were
Abandoned
Blue Ridge
Mountains;
Shacks:
Horses
Chained to
Lilacs
Dripping out a
Bit of
Poison with their
Dulcimer
Playing
Capers;
Plotting the
Sunset.
Abandoned
Blue Ridge
Mountains;
Shacks:
Horses
Chained to
Lilacs
Dripping out a
Bit of
Poison with their
Dulcimer
Playing
Capers;
Plotting the
Sunset.
#beauty
#horses
#nature
#redemption
#poverty
518 reads
4 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
4th Oct 2018 2:15am
4th Oct 2018 2:15am
Horses Visual
#lesbian
#horses
#freedom
#redemption
#escape
1041 reads
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Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
29th Sep 2018 2:38pm
29th Sep 2018 2:38pm
Horses
She buried me
In the smoldering
Truth of her
Words
And I was
Eternally grateful
For the
Smile
Nodding off
Into
Bliss
(A bliss.
Of horses.
Kept away.
From.
Respiratory.
Trouble...
Like wildfire).
In the smoldering
Truth of her
Words
And I was
Eternally grateful
For the
Smile
Nodding off
Into
Bliss
(A bliss.
Of horses.
Kept away.
From.
Respiratory.
Trouble...
Like wildfire).
#lesbian
#freedom
#escape
#horses
#sensual
556 reads
4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
29th Mar 2018 10:32pm
29th Mar 2018 10:32pm
Even a Blank Page Can Be a Poem To a Horse
Following the plow
Watching the Belgian’s rump
His flanks, his course tail
As the dark fertile soil is turned
By the moldboard and the share
On the sweet path down the furrow
Walking the field under the sun
Plowing the good earth has its own song
Leather gently slapping, iron clinking,
The rattle of the plow
I whistle along and the draft horse’s ears
Perk up to each new verse
I daydream of poems I should write
But like the horse’s poem
My page is blank for now
Watching the Belgian’s rump
His flanks, his course tail
As the dark fertile soil is turned
By the moldboard and the share
On the sweet path down the furrow
Walking the field under the sun
Plowing the good earth has its own song
Leather gently slapping, iron clinking,
The rattle of the plow
I whistle along and the draft horse’s ears
Perk up to each new verse
I daydream of poems I should write
But like the horse’s poem
My page is blank for now
#horses
#WritingPoetry
424 reads
2 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
13th Mar 2018 1:14pm
13th Mar 2018 1:14pm
Changing Horses
You can’t change horses mid-stream
And you can’t ride two horses
With only one ass
So, I’ll keep the horse
I rode in on,
Set the wild one free
Then I’ll leave this
One horse town
Riding off
Into the sunset,
Happy to be
Back in the saddle again
And you can’t ride two horses
With only one ass
So, I’ll keep the horse
I rode in on,
Set the wild one free
Then I’ll leave this
One horse town
Riding off
Into the sunset,
Happy to be
Back in the saddle again
#relationships
#horses
592 reads
5 Comments
VinnieP
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2018 2:43am
3rd Mar 2018 2:43am
Beware of the Unsaddled Horse
Beware of the unsaddled Horse
Said a man to three sons
For, his ride is fierce
Thrilling, though it may be
Few have ever returned
His rider is cold and blank
An empty shell, once a man
Saddled is the rider
Whoever he may be
His Horse holds the reigns
Oh, how he was warned
Careful son, that horse will buck
If you must ride, stick with the pony
Though not much of a thrill
He'll get you where you're going
Two rode the pony, the middle a taste
His ride was slow and dull
No...
Said a man to three sons
For, his ride is fierce
Thrilling, though it may be
Few have ever returned
His rider is cold and blank
An empty shell, once a man
Saddled is the rider
Whoever he may be
His Horse holds the reigns
Oh, how he was warned
Careful son, that horse will buck
If you must ride, stick with the pony
Though not much of a thrill
He'll get you where you're going
Two rode the pony, the middle a taste
His ride was slow and dull
No...
#LifeStruggles
#heroin
#horses
#metaphor
#drugs
585 reads
8 Comments
FacePaint
Steven D
Steven D
Poem Published
31st Jul 2014 9:41pm
31st Jul 2014 9:41pm
Ride The Horse
Pull The Rein And Ride The Horse,
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
The Road Is Much More Smooth, Of Course.
For When A Ride Takes All You Hide
And Fills The Emptiness Inside
Its Just Like Seeing Clouds Collide.
So Beautiful And So Surreal
That Chills Create A Body Thrill
And All The Ugliness You Feel
Is Suddenly Dispersed And Healed.
No More Pain Inside Concealed.
#horses
#drugs
#metaphor
770 reads
4 Comments
cooky
Poem Published
4th Jan 2012 12:34pm
4th Jan 2012 12:34pm
War Horse
(In memory of the 3 million horses killed in War)
Taken from Cloven fields,
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
Into the bowels of a troopship
No scent of Morning Dew, No Bird song
Only sweat and urine,
And the distant sounds of war.
No light, no grass of home, only the whip.
For he is bound for Flanders field
His rider glorious in his regalia, sword in hand
He was his master now, and the horse’s salvation.
Kindness, a quiet word, an apple, their bond complete
His last feed, bathed in a red sun, which
Hovered above the...
Taken from Cloven fields,
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
Into the bowels of a troopship
No scent of Morning Dew, No Bird song
Only sweat and urine,
And the distant sounds of war.
No light, no grass of home, only the whip.
For he is bound for Flanders field
His rider glorious in his regalia, sword in hand
He was his master now, and the horse’s salvation.
Kindness, a quiet word, an apple, their bond complete
His last feed, bathed in a red sun, which
Hovered above the...
#war
#horses
#memorial
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