Long Poems About Horses
#horses
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 5:37am
25th Oct 2024 5:37am
Softly Riding A Galloping Stallion In The Wind
#horses
#lover
#passion
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th Jun 2024 5:58pm
27th Jun 2024 5:58pm
Galloping In The Wind
Dance unto my heart with such sweet tender words
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul,
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth...
Take my mind, my body, covet the wandering spirit of my soul,
The galloping of your hooves in the distance of time I strongly prefer
Over the rainbow and through the woods, always heard
Soar my Chi higher than the calling of the Sunrise's tweeting birds
Entwined lovers as hearts float through Heaven’s pearly gates
Let thy will of us blend, ordained by destiny’s fate
No gravity of time ever eradicates the balance of love’s equate
Destiny of wicks, when, infused, the Moth...
#horses
#ThrillSeeking
#travel
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5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 4:03pm
23rd Jun 2024 4:03pm
Whispering My Galloping Windsong
Soon as I get home
Did you feel the essence in the trot of my gentle hooves, I will be back in your ambience, close your eyes and feel me, it will not be too long
As I blessed the rivers where the heart of my soul softly roamed
The current of the ocean, the streams of the seas, I left an embracing whisper
Did you feel the warmth of my wind song, it could not have touched the window of your soul any crisper
Go on and tell the masses’ eyes how you bask in the creamy elixir of my mental bliss
The taste of my lips upon your sanctuary I worship
Oh, help...
Did you feel the essence in the trot of my gentle hooves, I will be back in your ambience, close your eyes and feel me, it will not be too long
As I blessed the rivers where the heart of my soul softly roamed
The current of the ocean, the streams of the seas, I left an embracing whisper
Did you feel the warmth of my wind song, it could not have touched the window of your soul any crisper
Go on and tell the masses’ eyes how you bask in the creamy elixir of my mental bliss
The taste of my lips upon your sanctuary I worship
Oh, help...
#freedom
#love
#seductive
#sensual
#horses
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 7:51pm
28th Jun 2022 7:51pm
Seasonal
Imagining that we can see the wind
A thousand horses racing, the lead changing again and again
No one notices that they are all stallions
The mare, you, creates the challenge
The harder you run, the more they pursue
Hoof kicks and nips are dedicated to you
The strongest and fastest is destine to win this race
Branded by Zephyrus before we gave chase
Tsunami or hurricane, you determine our pace
I'm strong baby girl destine to win this race
But the strongest runner may not get a taste
Hell I've got after burners set...
A thousand horses racing, the lead changing again and again
No one notices that they are all stallions
The mare, you, creates the challenge
The harder you run, the more they pursue
Hoof kicks and nips are dedicated to you
The strongest and fastest is destine to win this race
Branded by Zephyrus before we gave chase
Tsunami or hurricane, you determine our pace
I'm strong baby girl destine to win this race
But the strongest runner may not get a taste
Hell I've got after burners set...
#love
#horses
#nature #lover
#nature #lover
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2 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
Genesis 1.20 and 1.24 Reveal God's Modus Operandi
Genesis One, verses 20 and 24 POINT TO EVOLUTION as God's modus operandi.
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
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4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
29th Feb 2020 2:27pm
29th Feb 2020 2:27pm
Meaning of Life
"What is the meaning of life?", pertains to the significance of living "Why are we here?", "What is life all about?", or "What is the purpose of existence?" There have been a large number of proposed answers to these questions from many different cultural and ideological backgrounds. The search for life's meaning has produced much philosophical, scientific, theological, and metaphysical speculation throughout history.] - Wikipedia
I recall the first time I went to a riding stable.
I had always wanted to ride a horse.
The stable hands picked out a...
I recall the first time I went to a riding stable.
I had always wanted to ride a horse.
The stable hands picked out a...
#happiness
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#horses
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4 Comments
Spikehipwell
Mike Hipwell
Mike Hipwell
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 6:29am
30th Jan 2020 6:29am
Cowgirl
She leans on the five-bar and calls out his name,
His ears flicker forward , he tosses his mane,
She smile as she sees how his dappled coat gleams,
Through long years of waiting , the horse of her dreams.
He fidgets and neighs as she tightens the girth,
He's keen to get going, he paws at the earth,
It's just a stock round-up she's saddled him for,
What's with all the fuss, does he know something more ?
Once on the prairie she loosens the reins,
There's no one in sight on these wide open plains,
His canter is joyous, he loves how she rides, ...
His ears flicker forward , he tosses his mane,
She smile as she sees how his dappled coat gleams,
Through long years of waiting , the horse of her dreams.
He fidgets and neighs as she tightens the girth,
He's keen to get going, he paws at the earth,
It's just a stock round-up she's saddled him for,
What's with all the fuss, does he know something more ?
Once on the prairie she loosens the reins,
There's no one in sight on these wide open plains,
His canter is joyous, he loves how she rides, ...
#horses
891 reads
6 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2019 10:34am
23rd Dec 2019 10:34am
God Plays With LOADED DICE
Einstein claimed "God doesn't play dice with the universe."
But I say God DOES play dice but its loaded dice.
IOW, God uses CHANCE to work evolution, but its chance ENDOWED by God - like dice that have been "endowed" or enabled, enhanced - "loaded."
In Gen. 1.20,24 God commands "the waters..the earth" to create ("bring forth") life forms - the ORIGINAL, earliest species !!
This can mean God endowed or blessed these forms of NATURE ("the waters..the earth") with divine power that they would not otherwise have possessed.
And on top of that, God commanded Nature...
But I say God DOES play dice but its loaded dice.
IOW, God uses CHANCE to work evolution, but its chance ENDOWED by God - like dice that have been "endowed" or enabled, enhanced - "loaded."
In Gen. 1.20,24 God commands "the waters..the earth" to create ("bring forth") life forms - the ORIGINAL, earliest species !!
This can mean God endowed or blessed these forms of NATURE ("the waters..the earth") with divine power that they would not otherwise have possessed.
And on top of that, God commanded Nature...
#dogs
#horses
#birds #fish
#birds #fish
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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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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
584 reads
7 Comments
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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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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