[Cara]

Could you guys post some of your favorite poems? Horse related would be great, but it doesn't have to be. I'm just in a poem mood today, and I'm sure everyone else would love to read them as well. It can be your favorite poem, one you just found on the net that you like, or even one that you wrote!

[horse_luvr83]

maybe make up some of your own. use your horses name and make something up...or your favorite thing to do with them. i wishi could help more, but i'm no good at this stuff.

[horse_luvr83]

here's one i found, and it brought tears to my eyes!

SAVE THEM IF YOU CAN
(By: Mindy Sims)

I TRIED MY BEST TO SAVE HER
OTHERS WILL CONFESS.
FOR THE SHORT TIME WE HAD TOGETHER
I GAVE HER MY VERY BEST.
BUT YOU SEE THE ENDING OF THE STORY
HAD BEEN WRITTEN WITH OUT MUCH HOPE.
BUT TO KNOW SHE WOULD DIE AT THE HANDS OF THAT HORSE TRADER
WAS MORE THAN WE COULD COPE.
ALTHOUGH IT WAS MUCH TOO HIGH
FOR HER SAKE WE PAID THE PRICE.
EVEN THOUGH WITH THAT MUCH MONEY WE COULD HAVE BOUGHT SOMETHING
REALLY, REALLY NICE.
YOU COULDN’T TELL THE COLOR OF HER COAT
O DEAR LORD SHE WAS SO THIN.
BUT AS SHE BACK OUT OF THE TRAIL AT HOME
SHE LOOKED SO HAPPY WE ALL HAD TO GRIN.
IT ONLY TOOK ONE DAY TO DECIDE
WE HAD WELL SPENT THAT MUCH MONEY.
FOR SO SWEET WAS SHE QUICKLY SHE BECAME
OUR BELOVED KNOWN AS "HONEY".
BUT TIMING CAN BE CRUEL
AS WE HAVE ALL LEARN IN LIFE.
I CAME HOME ONE DAY TO FIND
HONEY WAS READY TO GIVE UP HER FIGHT.
GOING IN THE STALL, KNEELING DOWN
TEARS FLOWED FROM MY EYES.
BUT HONEY LOOKED UP AND SAID
DEAR SWEET MASTER PLEASE DON’T CRY.
FOR DON’T YOU KNOW MY FIRST EIGHTEEN MONTHS OF LIFE
I THOUGHT I WAS LIVING IN HE!L.
BUT THIS LAST MONTH I HAVE SPENT WITH YOU
ALL HAS BEEN GOOD AND WELL.
YOU GAVE ME LOTS OF LOVE
YOU MADE SURE I WAS WELL FED.
YOU GAVE A PLACE I COULD CALL HOME
A PLACE TO LAY MY WEARY HEAD.
BUT NOW I MUST GO
FOR MY CREATOR WAY UP HIGH.
SAYS ITS TIME FOR ME TO GO
TO THAT PASTURE IS THE SKY.
BUT DO NOT FEEL BAD MY DEAR MASTER
FOR YOU DONE WHAT "HE" WANTED YOU TO DO.
YOU SHOWED HUMANS CAN BE GOOD
AND NOT ALL ARE MEAN AND CRUEL.
NOW SHE LAYS IN OUR PASTURE
WITH BLUE BONNETS AND SANDSTONE MARKING HER GRAVE.
I'LL NEVER REGRET ONE MOMENT WITH
THAT DEAR FILLY I TRIED TO SAVE.

[Cara]

awww, that was so sweet. thanks!

any more? please? they don't have to be horse-related...

[blue-eyed-pony]

My Wife and her Horse

My wife she has a quarter horse, with flaxen mane and tail.
She thinks he is the finest thing that ever jogged a rail.
She calls him Dandy Darling, and if the truth I tell,
That fancy pampered quarter horse has made my life pure ****.

My wife she used to cook for ME and serve it with champagne.
Now she'd rather feed that horse and fix his special grain.

She rides him every morning, and grooms him half the night.
The last time that she kissed ME it was just to be polite.

He dresses better than I do, with matching wraps and ties,
My wardrobe's so neglected now that I attract the flies.

One day my wife was shopping, she was down at the mall,
And fancy pampered DANDY was just standing in his stall.

He looked so smug and sassy, that I began to grin,
I'd saddle that fat ******, and take him for a spin.

I've wondered since if cues I gave, he might have misconstrued,
For when I climbed aboard that horse, he rightly came UNGLUED.

He bucked and spun, and snorted fire, and threw me through a fence.
I saw big stars and there are teeth that I ain't heard from since.

My wife came home and saw me, just a lying in the dirt,
She rushed up to her HORSE and asked him, "Sweetheart are you HURT?"

He'd scratched his nose a little bit, and the memory galls me yet,
She left me lying in the mud, and ran to call the VET!

[Malibu Barbie]

I'm not really a poetry person, but I still read Shel Silverstein poems sometimes. I know they're for younger kids but they are fun to read!

[western*girl]

Laura Jones
Mrs. Grimshaw
Repition / Alliteration
11 April 2006

Stranger

I sit on the couch

And stare out the window.

I’ve been sitting here

For two hours.

He’s an hour late.

But, dad does

As dad pleases.

He just doesn’t know.

I finally hear

The horn honk,

So I walk towards the truck.

He gives me a quick hug,

And a quick kiss,

And then shuts the door.

We sit in silence

As the miles go by.

He has a cigarette in one hand,

A beer carefully balanced between his legs,

And the other hand on the wheel.

He just doesn’t know.

We finally arrive to a place

He likes to call home.

Home?

I wouldn’t call it that.

It’s a place I go

Time to time.

A place where I’m ignored.

At night

I lay in bed,

And stare at the ceiling.

How can he sleep so peacefully,

While I can’t sleep at all.

He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know

That I hate it when he’s late.

He doesn’t know

That I hate his drinking and smoking.

He doesn’t know

That I hate feeling like a stranger in his home.

He doesn’t know

That above all,

I hate how he never says

I love you.

[western*girl]

i know its not horse related...i think i have one
Laura Jones
Creative Writing- 6th hour
30 March 2006

My truest companion

The wind blows through my hair,

While the sun blinds my vision.

We keep getting closer and closer,

Until she leaps through the air.

For a brief moment,

I feel as if I can fly.

Once her feet hit the ground,

I’m jolted back to reality.

She stumbles forward,

And gets back up,

While I tumble downwards.

I can’t see the soft, yellow glare.

I can only feel it.

Then suddenly, I see her.

My truest companion,

Not a human, but a giant creature, with four legs.

Once I opened my eyes,

And looked into hers,

I knew I belonged

Aside my loyal horse.

[horse_luvr83]

lol BEP, that was way too funny!!!! great poem!!