Western Poems | Examples of Western Poetry

Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to recommend...Read the rest...

As millions of kind folks claim peace , wicked folks usually refuse. As they benefit billions dollars from the bloods of millions of folks. Word "peace" seems dengerous bombs to terminate their evil businesses....Read the rest...

I love it so but stay away … the mountains prairies and streams Each morning the magic unveiling again each night a sky covered in dreams I love it so but stay away … the cry of the wolf in the snow A warning to...Read the rest...

What is nowadays West, in a moment of relaxation While you wait for the green on a crossroad: Impressions dissolve in stuffiness, preceding rainfall, Although there are no other signs of rain. Poor Jim Morrison, the whole generation Of melancholic,...Read the rest...

They thundered across the fertile plains, Those hardened hooves, those tangled manes, But now the Buffalo can't be found. They thundered across the fertile plains. The...Read the rest...

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating on the borders...Read the rest...

Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was. You cannot know just how the Change will rape the windswept plains that you...Read the rest...

Roll the credits on what's-his-name, walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne, saddled up on his trusted steed, pistol packing, sure he'll succeed, stealing the sunset, final frame. Red carpet ready, for acclaim, didn't notice the spotlights change, when he signed up,...Read the rest...

The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air Words alone cannot describe it;...Read the rest...

I was racing to somewhere But didn't get there Fast enough My baby had already packed Because had enough Of my whiskey drinking And my sinful ways There were times when I Didn't come home for days So, fellows when your Out cheating and having...Read the rest...

I Don’t Know What To Say To Katie Clemens By Steve Body Copyright 2009 I don’t know what to say to Katie Clemens. All the words are jumbled in my head. They all seem small and empty when I think...Read the rest...

The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from Santa Fe William (Bill) and Sara Baker, both renowned as skilled...Read the rest...

You need to be a really good shooter if you catch your hat before it kisses the ground -- lest it be you. Cowboys like to do things nice -- and -- fast because just doing...Read the rest...

That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare, I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker. 'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight, I want movin' nice...Read the rest...

Tex rode in looking For a fight, he met his match From the left and right...Read the rest...