May Poem Contest
Note: To be eligible for voting, the poem must have a pony or horse in it somewhere.
Let His Heart Lead
By: IceQueen
Mustangs are not just any horses.
Mustangs are our Strength when we feel like giving up
They show us the way to the Freedom we seek.
With Graceful Courage he guides me.
Day in and Day out, he stands watch,
And shares with me life’s greatest mysteries.
I sit here daily,
Inside this green wooded forest.
Atop the Ancient oak,
Near to where he is grazing.
I try to remain hidden
But the urge to look is too great.
His coat is that of simplicity.
Two colors and no more,
Purest white and Blackest night.
His coat was white,
His mane and tail were Black,
He was handsome indeed.
I sit from afar
Imagining the wonders he must have seen
His Spirit is like a wild fire with no end
But it is his Heart that leads his life
IceQueen & Centennial Breeze
2013-05-22 20:14:28
Running With Spirit
by jeppocat
Across the wild plain
I gallop and run
I'm wild like a river!
I'm Bright as the sun!
Anywhere I run to
my heart is full of glee,
because I always Know
that your spirit is with me.
Spirit, May you always wander
to all the places you can be free.
You may be miles apart,
but I know in my heart
your spirit lives in me!
jeppocat & Rinoa
2013-05-22 22:19:12
Horses,strong and free
Horses are both strong and free, horses are in you and in me.
Their hooves our heart,matching perfect rhythm.
To be near a horse is to be near heaven,near paradise at its greatest.
Forever young the horse shall live. Until the sun dies out, and gives away to darkness.
Fast as lightning,as the fastest winds, to carry us along without resent.
As keen as a fox and as free as the sky. The horse shall live on,the horse shall not die.
Hootcrazy & Tectonic Night
2013-05-26 01:36:52
Within
By allstate
There is a place within me that sounds like the thunder that dances like lightning in the sky.
There is a place within me that shifts the hind quarters back and forth that runs like a graceful stallion that curls around in 3 circles, that the hoofs that are clean pound in the dirt.
And when I ride upon the saddle and I am not a girl anymore.
I slip in the saddle when go around the barrel,
And
leaning,
Shifting,
kicking,
length,
and
rounding
'till I am home,time stops,waiting to see my time.
Once more I am a girl.
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