Horse Poems | Examples of Horse Poetry

From desert winds to ocean spray, A harmony that lit the way. Three voices blended soft and clear, A sound that soothed the listening ear. Dewey Bunnell with words that flowed, Of horses wild and paths untrod. His melodies, a gentle breeze, Rustling through the sunlit trees. Gerry Beckley with chords so bright, That painted landscapes in the light. His soaring vocals pure and true, Reflecting...

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called Black Betty she’s graceful a rare beauty still, quite a handful she’s had her share of adventure and misadventure AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 13, 2025...

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I resist the urge to write of what I allegedly know for I am unsure of where I gathered the information and therefor unsure of whether I know it or not. As you can see this poses a strange conundrum as I may be beating a dead horse leaving me with the confusing dilemma...

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If I lead, will you follow far away, on hill and hollow, racing over field and stream, galloping fast to catch a dream, going to find the gold-green hay, grazing in the sun all day?...

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When I'm working too hard or too fast, I imagine holding horse reins Heidi Sands 4/11/25 (C)opyright...

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a horse named Lollipop dug a hole a mole told Lollipop to stop but Lollipop dug dug dug so the mole trotted with a clipperty clop ...

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Do you remember, The grand horse carousel? Pirouetting upon their endless meridian, O! How they dance delightfully, with out care. I know you remember! But all this poor old man can recall, Are the coins infiltrating, Pushed by small finger, and joyous smiles. Then the lights overhead, Followed by the grand gallop chomatique! How I remember? These stallions, they dance for wealth, For life, For aspiration, For...

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wild horse on a hill so at peace with waves crashing chilling with his friends...

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In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew, Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue! Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury. Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry. The king was very pleased, since the kingdom...

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38.4154017°, -76.5341214° A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones (bedstone and runner stone), gears, shafts, and a hopper for grain, Diet. The crested honey buzzard is a specialist feeder,...

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‘Circling the wagons’ is an absurd cliché ‘Cos even stations-wagons are out-of-fashion today ...

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Horse Color Cannot Be Ignored Intentions, cryptic, in pockets. Fiery darts lampooned in sockets. The bow is a clue; not a sword. Horse color cannot be ignored. Wielding war’s arms, removing peace, Men turn on each other, decrease. Burning core, where anger is stored - Horse color cannot be ignored. Black as soot; rider holds grub scales In hand; deprivation prevails. Looking at the day prices...

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Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of...

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She rode unsaddled on the mighty horse. Her hazel hair flew haphazardly and coarse. They crossed the rippling river, laughing with flair. They rode to the ranch, her husband waited there. Yet she needed his love and climbed quickly upstairs. Placed 2...

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She speaks of a white horse, Its rider clad in majesty, riding toward her, He suddenly disappears as he approaches, Her face glows whenever she talks about it. She describes a bright light, Claiming it comes to her room in the tranquil midnight, Suddenly, white birds fly out of the light, And...

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