Poems About: HORSE

In this page, poems on / about “horse” are listed.

  • 337.
    Thunder

    Suddenly the sky was divided
    into pieces
    by the hit of thunder
    A horse was coming down read more »

    Devil Poet
  • 338.
    Early Morning Pause

    Sitting on their horses
    Waiting for the sun to rise
    They’re young and so expecting
    Life is constantly a surprise read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 339.
    Flying

    Beautiful eyes
    Perfect body
    Created to move
    Horses are beautiful creatures read more »

    Petra Yasmeen Baroness von Schleinitz
  • 340.
    Shade Tree Horse

    You know, I’m just a shade tree horse
    I think they know it by now
    When the sun is blistering hot
    I won’t go in the field like a cow read more »

    Marilyn Lott
  • 341.
    Seashore

    Wave dappled sand, smoothly inviting
    Small naked footprints etched in your breast
    Circling seabirds in pairs are alighting
    On cliff face and rock to establish a nest read more »

    Irene Hustwait
  • 342.
    The Grandest Horse

    If I were a rider with desert to cross,
    I would seek the Grandest Horse,
    To carry me through the roughest terrain--
    The heat in the south, the freeze and the rain -- read more »

    Stanley Watson
  • 343.
    To the Reader: Twilight

    Whenever I look
    out at the snowy
    mountains at this hour
    and speak directly read more »

    Chase Twichell
  • 344.
    The Ballad of M. T. Nutt and His Dog

    The Honourable M. T. Nutt
    About the bush did jog.
    Till, passing by a settler's hut,
    He stopped and bought a dog. read more »

    Andrew Barton Paterson
  • 345.
    Why Oh Why Did I Ever Leave Wyoming

    The grass was green
    The grass was tall
    The cattle were fat
    But the profit was small read more »

    T.Wesley Steidley
  • 346.
    Thank God For Horses That Talk To Me

    My wife takes most words literally where they fall
    She does not understand my poems at all
    She tolerates the time I spend with them
    'Long as I don't ask her what she thinks of 'em read more »

    Tom J. Mariani
  • 347.
    The Rose of England

    'Twas a most solemn day
    Of that most the world would say.
    The Rose of England would pass
    Her still form in a gun carriage alas. read more »

    ENOCH JOHN
  • 348.
    Hitching Post

    Traveling out in the country
    Sunflowers nodding in the breeze
    Horses enjoying the sun as well
    Amongst the bright green trees read more »

    Marilyn Lott
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