Horse Poems
#horses
Horse poems, poetry about horses and ponies, and poems which use a horse as a metaphor. Nature poetry about powerful and majestic horses, and poems about horse riding.
nomoth
Poem Published
6th Mar 2020 12:43pm
6th Mar 2020 12:43pm
horse is broken
horse is broken
#animals
#freedom
#horses
838 reads
8 Comments
ClassyBird
Poem Published
6th Mar 2020 4:50am
6th Mar 2020 4:50am
Bare
Bare-back I rode you,
No regret.
Such a memorable experience,
I must declare.
How strong you stood, so lean and clean,
As your long healthy mane danced in the wind.
Music to my ears,
With your galloping hooves
How majestic did your body move.
No regret.
Such a memorable experience,
I must declare.
How strong you stood, so lean and clean,
As your long healthy mane danced in the wind.
Music to my ears,
With your galloping hooves
How majestic did your body move.
#beauty
#horses
#animals
687 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
5th Mar 2020 1:39am
5th Mar 2020 1:39am
the saddle of the wind
a look
at my gift horse
in the mouth
rides me
upon the saddle
of the wind
past lost souls horsing around
with destination destiny
so taut the reins
i cannot dismount
despite my discontent
i am resigned to
galloping along
‘til all my days
are spent
© Copyright 2020 March 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
at my gift horse
in the mouth
rides me
upon the saddle
of the wind
past lost souls horsing around
with destination destiny
so taut the reins
i cannot dismount
despite my discontent
i am resigned to
galloping along
‘til all my days
are spent
© Copyright 2020 March 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#horses
#animals
#fate
619 reads
6 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
564 reads
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
900 reads
6 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
28th Jan 2020 5:35pm
28th Jan 2020 5:35pm
There's Magic in The Macaroni
I rode the corpse fairy
back into the woods
a fire smoldered
but the flame was lost,
huh and what
circled around us
in disbelief.
I dont fuck with Velveeta.
back into the woods
a fire smoldered
but the flame was lost,
huh and what
circled around us
in disbelief.
I dont fuck with Velveeta.
#dreams
#horses
#fire #drugs
#fire #drugs
431 reads
5 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
389 reads
0 Comments
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
353 reads
0 Comments
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
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
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 5:10am
14th Mar 2019 5:10am
"The Stalking Horse"
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
And uh once a
Roll back coat of
Arms annual year...
You'll see the
White horses
Galloping and....
How
Float-ably
Buoyant the
Dossier: semi conductor
Blotter
stalk like
will can be.
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
Space
And uh once a
Roll back coat of
Arms annual year...
You'll see the
White horses
Galloping and....
How
Float-ably
Buoyant the
Dossier: semi conductor
Blotter
stalk like
will can be.
#horses
436 reads
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
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