by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
angst, appreciation, beauty, desire, endurance,
I wish to return to beauty
instead of the mundane
To marvel at rainbows
glistening in the rain
To feel melancholy
Life’s mysteries to explain
Choo Choo engine progress
days chugging like a train
The mysteries of oceans
far deeper than my pain
Why do I live carelessly
while others have to strain
I was born out of love
yet love is hard to maintain
My spirit begs me to listen
why do I yield to my brain
Yet desire keeps growing
I pray it will not wane
Life’s a horse to be ridden
I’ll cling tightly to its mane!
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
A Tribute to Slim Whitman
He led his horse towards a pool,
Near a lovely large cotton tree.
Far away, he heard the hooves
Of a thousand bison as they crossed
The dusty prairie in search of food.
Near at hand stood a large tepee
From where his lovely Indian emerged.
Dark hair, dark eyes. a beauty beyond compare.
She smiled but stood erect at the doorway.
Instantly, he lifted his guitar.
And in a yodel tune, he sang his love.
How oft he repeated his refrain,
"You belong to me,
I belong to you."
Finally, he put down his guitar.
Slowly, he approached her,
Tilted her lovely face up,
Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
horse, love,
I lay my head upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures fertile plain
A dream, a carousel of tears and pain
With bobbing horses making a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head
Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above
Praying each night, please bring me love
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
crazy, death, love,
The wolves howling at the height of his past life
As a strangled breath from the grave
The air feels heavy and smells rotten soil
He never forgot his great love
The woman who was his passion
Links and bells chime in the wind
The taste of vintage wine
His blood rushes through a gloriously red rose
The last restraint is gone
If death is a caress, what is life ?
His bride will be transported on a white horse
- 07.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Tom Cunningham |
Categories:
death, horse, love, soldier, war,
My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.
War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.
The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.
A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.
Written on 7th February 2019.
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
husband, nature, wife
~~ Divorce Club~~
Haiku * divorce trip *
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broken promises
eclipse of the sun and moon
dreams that fall like leafs.
Limerick * never settle*
------------
Like a gun to my head of course
I married the end of a horse
love was never real,
kids no big deal.
Wow! I gain more money after divorce!
Couplet * forever vows *
------------
I meant them words "for better or worse" during our holy matrimony
The better now has hit me, once the Court ordered alimony:-)
by;p.d.
**OKAY I'M NOT GOOD AT EXAMPLES**
by Vera Duggan |
Categories:
animal, farm, horse, may, , cute,
My Molly May
I had a little pony
I called her Molly May
So often I would venture out
And feed her bales of hay.
So then she’d frolic
Kick her heels up high
Round and round she would run
Looking sweet as she passed by.
She’d run until she was worn out
Then to the stable she would go
I’d bed her down then for the night
My love for her each day would grow
She was my, cutest Molly may
This pony always made my day.
25 September 2014
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
lost love, love, pain, passion,
I love you
I never kissed
I never touched
Yet I know
We are one
So now I hang my head
Alone
I am all done
Death becomes me more and more
Without you life has become a bore
I mount my horse and ride off
Into the mountains high
I am battle ready
A heart so scared
They call me brave heart, fierce and bold
I battle the infidels, behead em all
I am no brave lad, tiss for sure
If I was
I would battle you
For your love I long
Like spring flowers growing in battle scared fields
I have lost this war of passion I seek
You have castrated this warrior tall
Of Passions woes
I lie down
In graveyards sowed
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, dream, heart, love, metaphor, romantic,
The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...
There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...
A co write written by Liam and Christian
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
body, dark, devotion, husband, marriage, wife,
QUEEN
Queen
Wealthy
Knights delight
Off with the head
Public appearance
Ruler of her domain
Kingdom all in love with her
Joker enjoyment of her day
Crown comes with hope, more than expected
King is nothing with out her by his side
KING
King
Foolish
Crown from birth
Battle with in
Gravel at his feet
Castle guarded armor
Feast prepared just for a king
Lovely mistress among peasant
Medieval time war brought down the peace
Queen rules kingdom, when horse returns alone
by Michael Byte |
Categories:
happiness,
As the sun rises
a young pioneer saddles his ride.
Mounting his horse
his young bride
his love as he rides
Off to find his herd.
His proud mare
goes through the prairie
next to his barb wire.
He wonders in his mind
how far have they strayed.
How many day
must I ride.
He sings aloud
a song his herd
has heard
as he rode.
On yonder hill he sees
two cows grazing along
next to their side two young calves.
He hears their cries
as he tops the hillside.
In the green valley below
he sees his lost herd.
By michael Byte 10-9-2013
by Lisa Ricci |
Categories:
horse,
"this love affair"
they'll never understand why
why you hypnotize me so
the love is not of a man and woman
yet there is no stronger bond I know
to know of trust and understanding
you and me riding through winds
winds that take us far far away
together we travel to freedom
they'll never know this love affair
this love affair that can be theirs
SkyWatcher
for the love of horses of course (lol)
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
angst, cowboy-western, imagination, life
C casually stands next to his saddled horse
O openly he weeps (so) full of his remorse
W what is left of pale pink running rose that grew
B blood floods from thorn pricks he's getting his due
O oh! tangled web with his love he did weave
Y yesterday she discovered all his cowboy lies believed
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
dance, deep, dream, horse, imagination, love, memory,
In This Olden Soul, A Fast Dancing Horse
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
lively one I now can not ride, of course.
Looking on this world, it races away
saddened by hidden darkness holding sway.
With echoing hoofs tapping stronger beats
I dream of my love between silken sheets.
Her long, pretty hair with its golden sheen
as I recall, fantasies of my teens.
Pounding of my heart when love's race is on
sorrowful stampede when my love has gone.
At such pain, horse speeds into the mists
I beat wailing walls, with my bloody fists.
In this olden soul, a fast dancing horse
its premature death, my greatest remorse.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-04-2018
Sonnet, 3-04-2018
by Larry Bradfield |
Categories:
cute love,
He watched her walk away that day
The tears ran down his nose
Her walk was frisky from behind
She knew just how to pose
He recalled those soft summer nights
When they would ride 'til dawn
He'd rub her shoulders gently then
'Til all the ache was gone
Then they'd stand high on mountain tops
While she would breathe the air
They'd watch the world as it rolled by
Without a single care
Then hard times came and raised their head
He was forced to sell her
He was a horse breeder, that's all -
Not a wealthy feller
May 13, 2016, for contest Make Their Jaws Drop
by Bryn Strudwick |
Categories:
adventure,
center>ROY ROGERS
Roy Rogers on Trigger his horse
Was a regular tour de force
He made it his quest
To clean up the West
Then end with a love song of course
2nd May 2022
High Noon poetry contest
Sponsor - Joseph May
by J. I. Thomas F. |
Categories:
fire, horse, light, love, romance, silence,
In blood-washed canyonlands a stallion stands,
soft eyes trained on a fire-hearted mare.
Watching her nervously circle the sands,
prancing forward and back; she weighs out his dare.
He's seen her run, heard her cry out with joy.
She wears her bright soul like her shadow mane.
An arrow of light free from ev'ry ploy -
Fate decreed he'd try if he would stay sane.
What does she think of his strange, silent way?
A rose grown in secret, till it bloomed true.
A gift, mayhap unwanted, brought to day.
Red riddle of romance, asked with no clue.
The stallion stands silent, waiting to see -
will she come to him ... or will she run free?
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
love,
Shining armor clad 'pon a white horse
Eternally strong knight my love, my guide
Reign in, hold, steer my feeble course
Encircle with loving arms, shelter, hide
Now let it be known I'm your pride
Delighted in you, you're love constant source
Intriguing the very thought of you implied
Passionate moments spent no remorse
Incomparable joy, rapture when by your side
Touched, tasted of tranquility yearningly tied
Year: 2012
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Romance Me With English Quintain
Written: November 5 and 6, 2012
The first letter of each line read downward
spells another word plus the first letter of year.
by Donald Meikle |
Categories:
history, native american, nature,
Tearing gusts of highland winds dim the sound of pipes
No one knows and no one sees and no one sets it right,
Heavy hearted sadness carries, other souls who went ahead,
Ghosts of kindred spirits living now or living dead,
Running through the gorse and heather wishing for a horse to ride,
Disregarding wind and weather, Grim, the reaper by my side.
Places I would rather see.... Home's still where I yearn t' be,
I'll never have you there with me... 'tis lost...
both love
and pride
Jonji ‘s dance within my mind
and well within the ken o’ men
I just prepped the canvas
by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories:
caregiving, friendship, lovemay, me,
I am woken by your cries in the night
I mount my steed and prepare to take flight
Tell me of the dragons that I may fight
To rid you of pain and restore your sight
Let down your hair from your prison towers
That I may place you amongst the flowers
And soothe your worries in April’s showers
Restoring your strength with all my powers
I will mend your heart and banish distress
And, with love and care, will make you hurt less
Relax and be touched by my mind’s caress
And let me serve you, my precious princess
I may not ride a horse, or dress in white
But I promise I’ll always be your knight ~
by Zoe Coade |
Categories:
animal,
As I run my hand,
across your soft face,
I ask please don’t ever
think me a disgrace.
I do make mistakes
but I try to learn each day,
too become my best for you
in each and every way.
Your thoughts and your feelings
are all I think about,
who you are, what you do,
it really does count.
I ask for your forgiveness
because you are to me,
the most beautiful horse
I ever did see.
Although your choice is limited
and you cannot roam free,
I promise to love you forever,
because you saved me.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
fantasy
All is quiet
The room is still
I hear this tapping on my window sill
I look out and there you are
My dashing knight
On your white horse
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
dance, funny,
We’ll Ride a Horse Down Rocky Path
We’ll ride a horse down rocky path
Fall in love in the aftermath
Well do-si-do and do it right
Me and honey can dance all night
Roll away to a half sashay
‘neath the moon’s where we’re apt to stay
We promenade around fig leaves
with rolled up jeans and shorter sleeves
Hanging out in the doghouse tree
I circle left and she don’t leave me
Promenade with a giddyup
Be home in time for kiss-make-up.
Allemande left as we make things right.
all things beautiful, all things bright.
Weave the ring, a forever link
All ‘lone till life turns blue and pink
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
freedom, horse, journey, universe,
On the back of her pony
the universe lay
comets and starbursts above
periwinkles below spreading love
O, princely pinto
you're all I need
Gallop the galaxy ~
mane streaming free
by Robyn Campbell |
Categories:
horse,
Twilight is coming
after munching on meadow
horses love to run