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.
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
2nd Dec 2018 1:38am
2nd Dec 2018 1:38am
Chariot Visual
Visual 25
#women
#gay
#erotic
#horses
#mythology
875 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 26th Nov 2018 00:15am
19th Nov 2018 5:31pm
19th Nov 2018 5:31pm
Chariot
And
To what
Do I owe
This
Grace?
Desperation
In the
Isles
Of
Spring
Settling
Into the
Stone
Inset
Of me;
With the
Infantry’s
Firmness
Pulling=/
Hard
Behind
The
Chariot ...
To what
Do I owe
This
Grace?
Desperation
In the
Isles
Of
Spring
Settling
Into the
Stone
Inset
Of me;
With the
Infantry’s
Firmness
Pulling=/
Hard
Behind
The
Chariot ...
#women
#gay
#horses
#feminism
#power
594 reads
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 8th Oct 2018 4:31pm
4th Oct 2018 2:15am
4th Oct 2018 2:15am
Horses Visual
#lesbian
#horses
#freedom
#redemption
#escape
1041 reads
0 Comments
Nari
Laura Jean
Laura Jean
Bumped 6th Oct 2018 3:45pm
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
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
511 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
340 reads
0 Comments
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
590 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
902 reads
9 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
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