#horses poems on Hello Poetry

Kenna Apr 2019

Gentle muzzle
velvet soft
lipping at my palm
searching for the treats,
sugar and molasses
a rich combination
only a good horse
earns.

Supple leather
worn smooth
over years of dedication
and application
that comes from
this sport.
Nights
already promised ahead of time,
three months earlier,
hauling to deserted fairgrounds
a dusky sky setting the tone
for lead ropes
threaded
through stock trailer slats
cow dogs
running
up down sideways
trailing owners between horses legs and rusty pickups.

Tacking up
underneath floodlights
set to the soundtrack
of jangling spurs
and soft nickers.
Younger kids
hanging on the arena rails
drinking syrupy sweet
soda
a tradition
root beers before your run
good luck
in our community.

Foot in the stirrup
old braided reins in hand
leather,
broken into submission,
pliable
under years
of use.

Slapping hands
with other riders
who already went
horses,
slick with sweat
foaming at the mouth
ready to go again
with rippling muscles
still taunt in the sticky summer night,
aching for one last run.
three turns
and a gallop home,
don't care about the money
unless you beat your last time-
your only competitor
is
yourself
and
the
clock.

Hard packed dirt
pounded down by hooves,
tails swishing at flies
as you wait
for your turn.
Adrenaline and happiness,
an addictive cocktail,
these are the nights
I
love.

#barrelracing #horses #cowgirl #rodeo #saddleclub #riding #barrelrace #western

Paul Apr 2019

A book called horse

First, a tundra in stasis;
a white-*****, emptied book
whose unmade letters sleep:
icy, furled, and blank. Then,

breath; a near audible thawing
of unbridled shapes and mute fire;
now, the bright stampede. Hooves
breaking into the field. Next,

words.

a poem about the process of conceiving and writing a poem. hope you like it.

#writing #poems #horses #frozen #thaw #ice #fire #words

Poetress2 Mar 2019

HORSES...(HAIKU)

Horses are gorgeous,
as their Mane flows in the wind.
I love to ride them.

#horses #wind #ride

Julia L Carlson Vogel Feb 2019

Lucky You Lucky Me

May 11th, 2012 to August 28th, 2018
R.I.P. My Best Friend
You were here for such a short time

I can feel your spirit
within me and around me
and in the pasture
with the others you left behind

You were one of a kind
Your personality like no other
You were King of the pasture

With some work and persistence
you learned to respect me as the leader of the herd (most days)

Our relationship grew into an amazing friendship
A bond like I've never felt before

You amazed me everyday
Your colors as beautiful as the sun
A coat mostly a deep red and gold
Your Mane and Tail mostly black with red highlights

Your movement was free and bold
Your gallop the best
Your Mane and Tail
blowing up into the wind
Your chest rhythmically drawing air into your lungs
Your nostrils flaring in excitement with some snorting too

When you arrived here into my pasture and my heart
You were a force to be reckoned with as a Stallion
Gelding you didn't change you into a docile horse as expected
Your personality was yours and nothing would change it

You were my favorite
You will forever be in my heart

I miss you everyday
I miss your kisses with your
warm and wet tongue
I miss you following me around to see what I was doing
I even miss when you tried to use my head as your chin rest
I didn't even mind when you were pushy or stepped on my toes
I loved warming my hands on your neck under your thick mane
I loved knowing that when I looked into your beautiful brown eyes
I knew you were looking back at me with love and understanding

It was the saddest night of my life when you had to leave us behind
The unfortunate accident that changed our destiny
A moment of time that
can never be taken back
That whole day is forever
emblazoned in my mind

You left us no choice but to send you back to God to run in
His golden pastures
You will never be hungry or thirsty or cold ever again
Best part is no more pain

Wild and Free forever
in the light of heaven's pastures

I will see you again someday
when my time comes
I know this in my heart and soul

You are physically gone from our lives but you will
never be forgotten

You are and will always be our Lucky
Always in the hearts of those that loved you most

I will love you forever

Author: Julia LaRae Vogel

I have written and rewritten this so many times. The first was written right after his death. The second was a try at making it less like a story and more like a poem, it continued to be a draft. Now I hope it gets published as a poem.

#horses #grief #death #memories #healing #true #love

Ian Robinson Jan 2019

Wild Horses

Running through the plains and meadows
they are not native to

Much like the happy and merry widows
that were abused

Wild Horse won't stop for anyone

#horses #death #abuse #freedom

E Nov 2018

Horses

When the moon shines on the factory walls
We still see your pain in your quarter stalls
You stumble your way through the grey graveled ground
As your grunts and groans to your masters make no sound

And while the bricks of a future world lay on your back
How long until they collapse on a red linoleum track
You can't see beyond the endless drag of the whips
As the money-coated Pigs command from fat lips

The suffering is infinite inside your cold hardened lung
And everybody knows horses have no message to be sung
And it isn't your fault that you don't know what's true
Because the Dogs have stolen away everything that belonged to you
But one of these days
You must rise and take back the steel-tipped maze
But how could the dumb light in your eyes
Begin to take the Pigs by surprise?

So when do you gallop away from the chain?
So when do you race away in the oil rain?
So when do you open up your heart?
So when do you wake up and revolt and start?
So when do you neigh out your hidden mind?
So when do you free the rest of your kind?
So when do you realize you've worked inside the sun?
So when do you realize this was never any fun?

Got inspiration from the Pink Floyd album, "Animals". Pigs=Ruling class, Dogs=The enforcers of the law. Thought horses might represent the actual working class that do the Pigs' ***** work. There's enough of them out there to rebel against the Pigs and win, but they aren't educated enough to know how to succeed.

#animals #oppression #society #horses

R J Coman Oct 2018

Sunrise

You can go there.
It’s easy, really.
But once there, you
cannot tell anyone
what it was like.

An experience
must be felt in
order to be believed.
Otherwise it’s just
an idea in my head.

But like a horse
shying at shadows
some of us flee,
cantering away
when our time comes.

The setting sun
sings me to sleep,
the dark morning fog
welcomes a new day.
A new day to try.

And fail.

We cannot see it
without light, yet
the light itself casts
the fearful shadows.
So we hide from it.

What was it like?
You cannot tell me,
once you were there.
It’s easy, really.
Why can’t I do it?
Why can’t I?

#sunrise #horses #fear

Liberalintent Sep 2018

Shining Stars Aubade

Dawn's golden notes stream
across barn's yellow beams
supporting stables hemming horses
cavorting cows sagging udders
melding with yellow hay
bouncing glistening pitchforks prongs
as the song begins.

Dust, glittering as if a nebula, each speck of it freed of
ground, twittering around like birds wading sound.
Spread out, as if a picture, dots of bright ethereal
in their luminescence lightened blinking out
as if frightened, but then heaving about
in the barn's barren air circulating redoubt,
sparkle yet again,
and again,
until they are drowned dark black out
by the opening of a barn door.

Little of moment's loves
Transform our precious
Frail pleasures
Into eternal loves
Unless there is a decision
to greet the old and mundane as
new,
as if dust were stars.

#nature #stars #life #observation #love #cows #horses #nebula