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 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 Iolanda Scripca |
Categories:
hope, love, nature
- A Love Story -
*Unpredictable enigma with a pony tail of willows
**An exiled from deserts by the Despotic Thirst
***Deadly in her games yet playing with prisms
****Humans longing, chanting, reciting her name...
*****I am still her lover - wandering man who can't cry
******She sneaked in my heart and stole all my tears
********My ship has her name engraved by a thunder
*********I' m the eternal migrant looking for... RAIN...
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iolanda scripca
by Linda Jackson |
Categories:
emotions, joy,
child beams with joy
as he hugs his pony -
love reaches out
by Iolanda Scripca |
Categories:
lost love, nostalgia, passion,
Unleashed...- the beast of miracles at night -
A silent roar of silk cuddled by the ocean breeze -
Ephemeral synchrony of flesh from Heaven
Rains thundered burgundy petals on maiden's tears.
He frees her pony tail in uncontrollable cascades
of sand pouring in a stubborn hourglass of lust
The God of Whispers kisses her future memories
along a naked path of a "Forget-Me-Not" bouquet...
*
"I'll never know where dawn vanished her nostalgic smile
A soft Mirage - onto the desert of my selfish life..."
by: iolanda scripca
For Nette's Contest " Soft Sensuality"
by Poetry Is It |
Categories:
brother, business, caregivingtime,
The 'Happy' **** Star.
Grew up in poverty,
on a farm,deep down in the south.
With too many brothers
and many her cousins.
She had not the time to love them all..
Except for her pet pink pig.
She had no use for a cork screw.
Most of the house looked like there's.
Not her room,
full of lace and silk, they yurned.
She burned and burned wanting more.
She has her own pony.
Nice little pony and friends.
By the time she was grown and tall.
Every thing of value she owned.
Old gold coins and silver in a box
southern confederate money,
yellowed with age.
She packed it all up,
while her pony and she rode away.
Is It Poetry
by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories:
love, war,
She stood there on the balcony
watching him riding off to war
her heart was full of mutiny
crushed she held onto the bar
there would be no matrimony
Juliet was full of acrimony
hating the powerful Tsar
far away the cacophony
the sound of the battle of war
drifting up to the balcony
Juliet waited for his pony
hearing distantly his sitar
his voice singing songs so corny
she ran to him down the sandbar
now there could be matrimony
written 02/13/2014
contest: Juliet
my first Quintella I hope I got the form right
by Connie Pachecho |
Categories:
funny love, horse, humor,
From St. Patrick's pent horses to out horse
She rode St. Patrick's day wild horses
Through leprechauns and lucky Joe's of course
She rode her horses well
Every horse loved her swell
In came a pony changing the concourse
connie pachecho
3/14/17
by George Zamalea |
Categories:
life, love, sweet, sweet,
Run! Run!
My pony sweet butterfly
And carry me over Paha-Sapa!
Run! Run!
My sweet butterfly
Where the feet cannot touch
The soft grass pregnant of floating-flitting
Gulches!
Run! Run!
My sweet butterfly
Don't let us to see all things come apart.
Paha-Sapa! Paha-Sapa!
My land, my sacred land still,
Where the ground hunting
Beating my body, so old and calm,
To them, when I am waiting
There to die!
by Valsa George |
Categories:
betrayal, conflict, husband, lost love,
On a hill top, lived a man so stingy
Though wealthy, his house was very dingy
When his wife asked for money
He would chortle- 'No Honey'
Tired, fled with her lover on a pony
by Vee Bdosa |
Categories:
angst, art, black african american, childhood, devotion, faith, family, fantasy, children, friendship, love, dream, dream,
THE PONY RIDE
I'm going for a pony ride
to gallup through the countryside
and if you'd like to ride with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
I'm going to the county fair
and we can ride our ponies there
if you'd come to the fair with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
I'm going riding all night long
within my dreams, please come along,
and if you dream this dream with me
I'm sure there's bound to be
a pony just for you.
© ron wilson
by Stefan Maxima |
Categories:
beautiful, cute love, love, romance, romantic, romantic love, women, write,
I’m Head Over Heels in Love
There’s no need at all times
To have a pony tail
I love your smile, though
I have to say
There’s no need to
Always wear that yellow dress
Though it brings smile to my face
Even when I’m under stress
My love is odd, and
Believe me, it’s endless
Just one your look, my sweetie
Opens the door to heavens
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
daughter, love,
she talks to me - eye to eye
outside church doors
in the cool night air
how lovely this lady
who has children
all her own
Her arms goose bump bare
and my heart strings pull -
i say to her,
“i just want to warm you up”
and she smiles behind her glasses
hair done up in a pony tail
how blessed i am
we hug as friends
much more than that
we complement one another
by Jessica Traviss |
Categories:
life, love, teen,
your the tears in my eyes.
the beat in my heart.
the blood in my veins.
the pony in my loveliness.
i don't think thats very healthy.
depending on you to keep my alive & happy.
no no no.
i vote.
i'm over you.
i don't know why.
but erhem.
i jst am.
you will stay my friend.
for ever and ever.
you're jst not dependable enough
to be
my iv.
so baby.
i love you oh so much.
but right now.
your my friend.
and only my friend.
by Chris Bowen |
Categories:
art,
grip.grip the pony
young tender roni,chris face
love taste,waste her now
by Sonia Walker |
Categories:
dance,
Bobby sox and penny loafers,
donned the feet of the 1950 teens
as they danced away at the sock hop,
slipping and sliding doing the bop.
Pony tails swayed with the beat,
as poodle skirts twirled with the flow
brightly colored neck scarfs caught the sweat,
crewcut fellas led their dates without fret.
Lights flashed on and off near closing time,
couples slowed down with a waltz,
hugging close and being much in love,
cooing sweet nothings like a loving dove.
February 29, 2020 "Kim Rodriguez DWM Contest"
by Sajdah Al-Riyami |
Categories:
funny
It’s a plastic Nightmare
Without joints
Or a flipping’ heart
Intensely surreal
Barf at those
Fake smiles
Done by the outmost
Surreal lips
Literally Fake
And those Whopping eyes…
What are they? Just creeping me out-
They Look so…. So… Brittle!
I can’t endure
Her robotic walks
Like she has something
Stuck up her...
And there are those
Teeth of hers
So uncanningly..White
Undeniably Luminous
And her ideal Love
Mansion
Vehicle
Pony!
I weep for the wimp
Who'se the gossip suburb Barbe
I'd like to see how she appears
Under all those Jimmy's and Choo's
But when I twirl
Around
She talks!
And horns nurture from a flawless length of hair…
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
angel, dog, funny love, future, love, miracle, spiritual,
Who will be at heaven? Elf Mama asked me.
She had a gap between her teeth and a one-trick pony
boob-chest which didn't seem to divide anywhere actually.
I put my head on it.
It was soft,
and it loved me.
Who will be in heaven?
The dogs, I thought. Only the dogs.
No one else loves like that.
You do, Elf Mama said.
I stuck out my tongue and woke up.
by Lei Strauss |
Categories:
valentines day,
"Take this fluffy pony painted black and white – this love in stripes."
To: Linda or Poet Destroyer
From: LS
by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories:
love,
Pamplona - full fight - 'El Toro Bravo'
Who's got more balls the matador or the bull
Nature or nurture the survival is skewed
The stage is set culture maintained and the
Fiesta bound to unravel in wild screams and suspense
Paloma however sports a pacifist's creed
Prefers a siesta with Paco's gentle sword
Sheathed in passion smooth motions of Peace
Bow to freedom and compassionate love
Pony and stallion dance al fresco in white sheets
When the night settles and they glow in the dusk
The arena nearby is empty bar blood in the sand
But Paloma and Paco rest unblemished after the
wondrous rapture and a clear conscience in kind
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
girl, horse, love, sweet,
I love my pony
My pony loves me
I ride him on Sunday
from my house to the sea
He comes when I call him
nuzzles up to me so sweet
So I give him a sugar cube
~ a pony's favorite treat
Not for Eve's Contest
but definitely inspired by her contest
~ Thanks, Eve!
by Varna Paniyath |
Categories:
fantasy,
The first bloom, the second bloom and then the third..
Too exhausted in the splendour, she rode her little pony
The sights too sugary and the smells too exotic,
Love is a red red rose, fed with the blood of the two,
Too exhausted in the empty splendour she rode her pony.
by Adell Foster |
Categories:
art, education, family, imagination, life, love, on writing and words, uplifting,
I asked the spirit why it was blue
And it smiled and replied “Blue holds the truth”
I asked the dove why it was so white
And it replied, “So that all may see the light”
I asked the moon why it was so cool
And it continued to spin…
I asked the Saint Bernard to walk the dog
And it began to dance
I asked the horse to whinny
And it did, as the pony pranced…
I asked the family; why do you love me
And they replied, “Because you’re you”
I asked myself: "How came I to be so blessed”
And the answer came --you have followed
The path pursuing
The Truth shining
And so I kept quiet
Because every thing was perfect
So glad I asked…
by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
animal, horse, lonely, love, nursery rhyme, pets, sweet,
I have a tiny pony,
so small she lives indoors.
She scampers up the stairway
to sleep atop my bedspread.
I never can be lonely
for this wee horse adores
To be with me all day
To share my buttered cornbread.
by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories:
birthday, body, books,
Forgotten romance
Love is odd
Emotion
We argued a lot
She did me
Harm
Sleeping around
The drinking
She is old now
Like me
We live different lives
But my heart beats
Youngish
When I see her
She used to colour
Her hair red
Now it is grey
She wears a pony
Tail
And her eyes are still
Sea green
But she was
A lousy tango dancer