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.
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
428 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
594 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
588 reads
8 Comments
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
473 reads
0 Comments
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
512 reads
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
684 reads
6 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
773 reads
4 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
676 reads
1 Comment
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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