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Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, horse, love, soldier, war,

Death Of A Lancer

My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.

War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.

The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.

A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.




Written on 7th February 2019.


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, dream, horse, night, peace, sweet,

I DREAMT A DREAM



I dreamt of you sweet dreams
Faceless tall and proud
Approaching on your horse
In the darkness of the night

Visions of your gracefulness
Enticing me to follow you
And promise my fidelity
From here on to eternity

I know not your title or your name
But I’ll recognize you from my dreams
As I wait for you returning in the night
I’ll call you Lady Death riding in the dark



Submitted on February 16, 2019, for contest I DREAMED A DREAM sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Poem Details | by LINDA JACKSON |
Categories: horse,

In Memory of the Racehorse

               Long legged, refined;
               An explosive turn of foot
               Racing to survive.

               Winners applauded; 
               Losers are soon forgotten
               A bloody business. 

               The rejects die young;
               no mercy being shown, slain
               Such a tragic end


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.

Poem Details | by Sima Mittal |
Categories: abuse, animal, death, grief, horse, sad, sorrow,

In the Meadow

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop , Drip Drop!
I can't seem to hear the Clip, Clop!
So off I run with a little Hip-Hop!


In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
As I near, my Heartbeat gives a Stop!
My Stomach does the tightest Flip-Flop!

In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
I howl on seeing the Butcher's Shop!
Onto the Meadow grass, I Slip-Slop!

To Witness the Unbearable Chop!
Blood of my Horse, Drip Drop!

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: angel, dark, death, horror, horse, mythology,

Black Carriage

Death's dark angel
Black carriage drives
Collecting lives
Final rewards

The carriage has
Matching horses
Pulling courses
All of them black

Death follows you
All of your life
Toil and strife
Can't escape Him

When it's their time
They all object
There's no respect
Everyone dies

Thanatos rides
The Banshees cry
Valkyries fly
None of them care



Mark Halliday
Ride a Pathya Vat contest - Carriage theme
5 Aug 2014

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: culture, death, endurance, funeral, horse, journey, memorial,

Boot Hill

Boot Hill is filled with remorse
From folks who could not stay the course
But a lot could be worse
Than a ride in an hearse
For a cowboy who ain't got no horse!

Poem Details | by Mehdi Hajizadeh |
Categories: death, life, sad,

The Trojan Horse

Once is gust a knell,
Shuddered a colt
Shattered his mane athwart
His wafting soul a shaft of fear
Like a sprout!

Staggering in frisson
A gladiator, reined him in prison
His body, an etched pigeon
Under the lashing ribbon

Long time went on and on
As trained and brisk as Trojan
Until in one grim morn
He was left alone, forlorn.

Then, a shadow of hippogriff
Scratched his hoof so stiff,
Captured him by defeat.

Hey… my coy horse, an orphan,
Still flutter in this repellent
Lagoon, while Poseidon
Is himself drowned. 


Poem Details | by Adam Hapworth |
Categories: abuse, corruption, death, horse,

Apocalypse Risen

Moon light impotent Stables darkness impenetrable For only the horseman may enter Those without souls do find their way World will end by hand of few men Those incompetent of compassion and caring The ones who look out only for their heir While suffering and strife consume A time will come when the mass will form Breaking the barriers, seemingly impervious Where all may have what they do need Water, love, home and seed Until such time, which may never appear Stables darkness will remain Its halls quite For the four horses are being ridden today

Poem Details | by Stephe Watson |
Categories: death, death of a friend, farm, horse,

Empty Stall, Quiet Barn, Starless Night, Buried Horse



I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
The ache of hollow,
the empty of the not 
simply empty; rather,
the empty of the
recently full.

The silent ache of
missingness, of quiet.
Before the ghosts have
risen, before the
memorial stones are 
set.  Before the cards arrive.
Before the flowers
are vased to wilt.

I'm here tonight
to stand in the ache.
Of what so recently had
been.
Of who was.

I'm here tonight
to stand and weep
and shudder.  I'm here
tonight because
you 
are not.

Poem Details | by christine a kysely |
Categories: animals, funeral

Dark Horse

thick blanket of death

from the forest, heavy mist

lone dark horse comes.

 

(January 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Anna Dove |
Categories: death of a friend, horse, memory,

Surely, Surely, Surely

Am I glad to be alive?
Surely I am,
Surely.

I watched a certain horse cross the line at the Derby,
Preakness,
Belmont,
And I was quite happy to live to see it once more,
To live to cheer.

I watched the reports of men and women turning on each other,
Like animals,
Like wolves,
And I was happy to live through seeing it,
To live to frown at the Television.

I watched two friends tremble within their own veins,
Shutting up,
Shutting down,
And I was happy to be living to see them off,
To live to cry.

I am happy to be alive,
There is no question,
I am,
Surely.

Poem Details | by Jordan Dickinson |
Categories: death, horse,

Death Rides

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-

Run away, his red flame mane-
Unto all it is in vain-

For unto death, knows no laws-
Cannot tell, humanly flaws-

He rides in darkness every night-
Vain it is to run or fight-

Death rides a horse coal black-
Thee must know you shall not slack-

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, grave, humor, jealousy, word play,

Flogging a dead horse

While snarkers strive with proud but fruitless disdain                                                                                       Wounded immortals try the slaying of the slain                                                                                                                         Quit beating the dead metaphor                                                                                                                                          let it go and watch it roll down hill

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: allegory, death, fantasy, imagination, inspirational, love, mystery

Knight On The White Horse

It seemed like a dream that he came to me
Dressed in silver armour, riding on a white steed
Coming with only love for his deed

Carrying me away on the pancing horse
To the rock castle way above the course
Ere we enter,  the golden lined way 

Touched by his presence in a special bay
Filled with refreshing waters cool and calm
Once they are swallowed sins all gone

Poem Details | by Donn Ronquillo |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, horse, pain, social, stress,

SMOKING PRESSURE

waiting to be a part of the group,
just ending up at the tail of the joint.
bad habits gone wild;
broken promises and lies,
brooding and waiting that never dies.
built up bottles of pressures,
not too sure where it comes from.
complexity of self-denial complex!!!
roads ending up nowhere:
trials just trying your patience,
looking forward to the beginning,
but not the end........
still struggling after being broken,
or the pressures of not having experience.
redeemful of dim chaos,
so strange that this is not all because of this.
not to mention a loser so lost,
still trying to find life's meaning.
too bad the joy can't subside the hurt................

Poem Details | by Dominic Middleton |
Categories: death, father, fire, horse, wind,

Hidden beneath

Never did a fire so fierce
Blow across the land
That same land
His heart did grow
Nourished by his sweat and toil
No more
The morning mist
Will hear his weathered voice 
Call his horse
Com'orn
His mark
Has been scorched from its soil
And how that land
Greens, grays
And blacked haze
With gusts of wind
And rumpled hills
The fathering face
Of this dead man
Hidden beneath

Poem Details | by Dyp the wolf |
Categories: death,

The Dark Horse

The Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
to reap his gruesome prizes,
and deliver a terrible fright.

cloaked in the darkest black,
and the bloodiest red.
with his body of bone he's already dead,
and with his scythe he'll hack!

He comes for you
in the black of night,
and what a gruesome sight.
You'll feel fear anew!

He hacks your souls
with his scythe so sharp,
and with them you pay the tolls
to pull away the tarp,
of heaven.

If your souls are black,
and filled with darkness
for eternity he'll hack,
and you are defenseless! 

So when the Dark Horse rises
in the dead of night
make sure his prizes
are clear of darkness,
and you just might
receive his forgiveness!

Poem Details | by Tony Brady |
Categories: death, destiny, evil, horse, night, violence, war,

The Nightmare and his rider

Red light of fire, a stallion, a nightmare,
One of the devil’s attire.

Riding through the lake of death,
Bones break and clatter under hooves of steel.
The rider’s shadowed sillouette,
Encompasses the unholy zeal.

They cower, they fall,
blood comes down like rain.
The nightmare drinks aplenty,
and the rider feeds off the pain.

Unspoken words whisper between the minds,
Of those whom stand against.
For all it takes for this evil to win,
Is nothing of good men.

Poem Details | by Stephe Watson |
Categories: death of a friend, grave, horse,

Six Feet Deep, Twelve Feet Long, Four Hooves Wide



A stone turned up
where no stones turned up
where stones turn up,
where we dug today...

A stone turned up
when no stones turned up
where stones turn up,
when we dug today...

Maybe if you saw it with
my eyes, and from my 
cracking heart...Maybe if you
held it in my shaking hands,
maybe if you saw it through my
steaming tears...
Maybe if you saw it there,
where stones turn up
when, today no stones turned up.

You, too woulda seen the 
heartstone I saw
as I buried the heart I buried
where stones turn up.

Poem Details | by Stephe Watson |
Categories: death, death of a friend, farm, horse,

And the Rest is Restful Restless

And the Rest is...Restful/Restless


tonight

At last, he sleeps
beneath the stars and,
for once, beneath the grass.


tonight

at last, she sleeps
beneath the stars and
for once, above her horse.

tonight

One sleeps peacefully
one, fitfully.
One free,
one free of free.

tonight

Both sleep.

tomorrow

One rises,
one sleeps

a mother,
her horse.

tonight
One dreams of tomorrow.
tonight
One dreams of yesterdays.

Poem Details | by Liam Kelly |
Categories: death, imagination, science fiction, horse,

Nightmare

Black horse riding on the night,
Red eyes gleaming, parody of blood moon,
Warhorse, armored with steel, ready for war,
Sky horse, living in the world above,
Dawn of night, his name is called,
Nightmare, come, 
The black horse rides down our of the sky,
To the black armored warrior below.

Together Nightmare rides to battle with his master,
Intelligence burning in his crimson eyes,
A nightmare going to war.

Screams ring out in the air, over the bloody battlefield,
The war had begun and Nightmare rejoices,
Trampling and kicking enemies to death,
Nightmare goes to war.

Poem Details | by Mike Hauser |
Categories: death, drug,

a horse call heroin

you keep running a losing race
with the white horse that gallops 
inside of your veins

continually placing bets
but how long you'll last 
is anyone guess

all the running you choose to do
out of the starting gate daily 
is with needle and spoon

with those in the stands looking on
watching you on this muddy track 
before your window is closed

running with your pack
of what started out
as all thoroughbreds

numb to the junk in the future you face
as the white horse in your veins 
continues this losing race

Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: death,

Death Rides a Stick Horse

Death Rides a Stick Horse Written: by Tom Wright 6/12/2018 Protected by the haven of calm, some gloss of life yet remains, But much has scampered to a place called past, Leaving us nearing the age void of remembrance; In each life, clemency’s hand is ever present, As death lurks in the shadows perfecting its somber tune, And announcing boldly your day is coming, But never cease to live before your time to die. While thoughts push us toward the sands of isolation, Life’s greatest obstacles remain, Those internal thoughts that stalk every man;