Horse Poet

Horse Poet Poems

The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
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I sit upon my horse
And gaze at the field
A field of rippling grass
Blowing in the wind
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I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my horse
As I sing words
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I can only imagine
What is in your heart,
What do you feel
When we are apart?
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Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
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There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green
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Sunlight...
I feel the sun
Warm on my skin
Shining on me
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I stand still among the blowing grasses
And north, the growing rumble passes
A thundering of hooves upon the plain
A cloud of dust rises, no wind can contain
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Miles are left behind
The drumming of hooves
Can be heard across the plains
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I am a born Champion
I yearn to run the race
At the starting line
I stamp my hooves
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Their manes are a wintry white
Frosted with the glittering snow
There backs are dappled light
And shimmer with a frozen glow
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A Majesty
Not contained
By force,
But directed
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He leaps and bounds
Like none other
Full of splendor and grace
No other will achieve
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Oh, the glory of the charge!
Man and horse to battle
Never an army too large
To stand in their way
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In my sleep, I hear the galloping of hooves
It seems a hundred thousand horses run
Across the prairie in my mind as I sleep
Those painted ponies kick and rear in fun
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Head up, neck outstretched
Reaching for the winking star
The horse glides over the snow
And the call is echoed over far
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Pounding hooves, flying manes
Thundering feet, over music strains
A rushing wind, a darkening sky
Horse rush, sending dust rising high
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A fork in the road
A choice to be made
A prayer on the lips
Which way to go?
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When I lay down to sleep
Visions of running horses,
In my slumber so deep,
Gallop through my mind
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I dream to roam
To see the grass
Just over the hill
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The Best Poem Of Horse Poet

Horse And Rider

The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain

Hills roll by, and clouds pass
But steady are the horse’s hooves
Upon the wind blown grass
As they travel, horse and rider

There is no trail that they follow
No path that can be seen
There they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless blowing green

Horse Poet Comments

Mia Hernandez 08 May 2019

I chose this poem to read because I like to ride horses and I also like to feel their soft, fuzzy fur on their back. I also like helping put the tack on them before I start riding the horses.

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Teacher 27 November 2018

This was so helpful for my students

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