Stallion Poems - Poems about Stallion

I am the famous Arabian stallion, I am worldly renowned as champion l am the descendent of a special breed, I am the soundness and the speed I am the king, of every hill, no other horse could match my skill I am the pride, I am the grace, I am the hero of every race I am...

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a formidable stallion Prix came into the yard and we gasped His turquoise mane was shaped like peacock feathers with their kind of spherical designs at the fringes his coloring rivaled a male peacock’s feathers Prix glistened in the sun, showing off his purples, His blue greens, his gold’s with his flashing blue eyes As he got closer he began high-stepping...

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A stallion with red eyes a stallion that is black With sparks coming from it hooves and the devil on its back. He thunders around at night he's coming for your soul He will send you to the depth of hell to shovel hells fire coal Do not try to bargain with him as nothing can be...

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Wyoming’s wild black stallion was anticipated for days he had been spotted in the open country on Monday last we sat on our porch nightly, staring out into the openness would he come for his mares? They were ours now, right? the sound of thunder brought our attention to the hills moon in full orb was his background; we felt...

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beyond Sampson Canyon where the wild ones were dark Knight the lead stallion stormed into the fray master speciman of equine handsomeness lusty females followed him out, their hooves stomping and stamping there goes the whole herd a rookie cowboy observed. we are going to capture them down at tuscon's south pasture this was stated by the Triple Z’s...

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A Frenchmen’s Hell Nothing More David J Walker No father Please I pled It was only a dream Nothing more About mesquit trees Turning themselves into mustang ponies Nothing more Running wild and free on a drunkards horizon A prairie’s floor The fences strengthened The three gates tightened hanging post to...

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The black stallion is the Most beautiful horse in the world His black shiny coat Glows with power and His strength stands out His strong legs moves Like lighting and it makes Him run like he floating on air His stance is statuette Which makes him mystical and The leader of the pack...

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The black stallion is the Most beautiful horse in the world His black shiny coat Glows with power and His strength stands out His strong legs moves Like lighting and it makes Him run like he floating on air His stance is statuette Which makes him mystical and The leader of the pack...

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Stallion Mighty, was his look, rendering tall, as he provokes. The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming, which we sought. A stallion as he stands, the silhouette is what we have seen. It was that of a wild horse waiting for his taming to prevail! The stallion's tone took when the animal did...

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The horses were frightened refused to leave their stalls Some kind of racial clash compromised the safety of all Then one horse looked about one fact clearly stood out 15 Derby entrants, 4/5 brown or black not one white stallion in the whole shack Well, this was quite the crisis it called for a...

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Admired in fear we seek to tame Our mutual assured destruction Better not to roil the mane Flying breath defies direction He sought to run away Snared again in torrid protest Feigned obey your silly play Shadows of his former tempest They bleat and beat their chests Corralled today a winsome gale With every look he still protests Purest handsome finest male...

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Running turns me into a stallion Not a filly A stallion A full blown running machine With strains in my neck And puffing and huffing from my nose I know there are correct ways to do it I know about pacing myself But when the gun goes off I am gone No longer here at all A stallion running for his truth A stallion running...

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At once captured my heart, this fiery beast His mane, black flame, his eyes, ebony heat As Father and I returned from the East That night, I took him a sugary treat Storms sunk us; we alone landed the beach Tamed by love, he let me upon his back He had lessons of heart and speed to teach Rescued, we came home;...

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10/3/17 IMAGE ME A POEM In the night, dark and cold, There gallops a stallion, strong and bold. His beautiful coat, brown and sleek, Slim and shiny, like polished teak. His black mane and sloshing tail, His sturdy hooves, hard as nails. His bulging muscles and burly legs, Harder than a wooden peg. His tossing mane, in the wind, His legs and muzzle, black and singed. His...

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