Cowboys Poems

Cowboys poems bring the best collection of short and long cowboys poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great cowboys rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these cowboys poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on cowboys are here for you.

I Need A Man, Not A Boy!

I Need A Man, Not A Boy! long poem

I wish I could teach you, The ways of men, I wish I could change you, Beard doesn’t make you a man, I wish you could open your eyes, And see the woman in me, I wish you could know

A Cowboy Loved

A Cowboy Loved short poem

He rode into town on his horse. Spurs digging into A soft dull gray,  hooves echoing against the ground. His eyes met with a certain lass. Joyful at heart. His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility. He thought

Poems containing references to : Cowboys

Missing Dennis

Missing Dennis prose poem

Back then, life for kids was harder than it should have been They say that kids had rights too, but I don’t remember when Back then, if there were child labor laws, they never told us If labor laws for

Moving On

Moving On prose poem

Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch people and places of your past? I have. Have you ever started a quest that became one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have. I

Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

बोलना था जब

बोलना था जब ghazal

बोलना था जब, तभी लब कुछ नहीं बोले बोलना था जब नहीं, बेबात भी बोले काग जैसे बोलते हरदम रहे नेता ग़म यही कोयल सरीखे क्यों नहीं बोले? परदेस की ध्वजा रहे फ़हरा अगर नादां निज देश का झंडा उठा

My Heaven

My Heaven ballad

It’s always my favourite paint The colour of sunny skies Awaking my dream, my faith The shine of your loving eyes It lit up my fading hopes It made me forget my fears Assured me that I will cope With

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Zombie

Zombie ode

Entombed beneath the cold cold ground Lie remains of one who grisly drowned Flesh and bone and stench of bile Is this really his eternal domicile? Legend has it they come back To rule the night for they lack The

Confess

Confess short poem

We should have played truth or dare instead we played confess. This was down in the mildew basement mother-in-law apartment an unrented rental in a suburb notorious for its decline of population. Confess someone would say and point. It would

Revising

Revising short poem

The fleshless hands lift the obscene violence of man for life after. The vacant eyes will search for the keys to open the sea of blood, faltering on umbrella of imitation rain of democracy. Age reaches the wolf’s den I

Veil

Veil prose poem

We have been taught. We have been programed. The veil grows thicker over our eyes. Our senses are limited. We see very little. Remove the veil. Think past what you were taught. Break the cocoon you’ve been encased in. Look

Darkness At Noon

Darkness At Noon short poem

Tousling the opulence was not modesty. Who will adore the clan? I am not yet ‘me’, the refuge of elevated moon. The heat and dust of nascent money was burning like a loud prayer in dark sun. Perfection tends to

Soul Melee 1

Soul Melee 1 short poem

Poignant dreams chased by fictitious self; Serendipity of mind breaking the veneer of heart Vainful self once taking a back seat; Though not for long But the veracious sun does smile through Minuscule though it may be to me; Shallow

We And A Fish

We And A Fish prose poem

A speck of blue in the limitless black. The infinite of existence. All we know so finite. Like a fish in an aquarium whose universe consists of the aquarium and what little is observable in the immediate surrounding. The fish

Choices

Choices prose poem

Choices She just stopped one day, halted and held back, from going to school, My little girl. She sat back And ruminated. halted and held back By a force invisible, Her reasons: immiscible . Whispers and worries, ricocheted back and

Apple Picking

Apple Picking short poem

Immenseness of the contrast – from blue eyes to red apples, (we must stop apple picking!) from smashed leg to a stone wall – squanders the soft toys of time. A peach colored queen lies in state from centuries to

I Am Left Only To Whine

I Am Left Only To Whine short poem

The wind speaks my heart out, The rain washes my soul out, Into nature’s lap, Where I can peacefully take a nap. In this rat race of life, Time played the distorted fife, Where I was left with no vitality,

Into The Rain

Into The Rain short poem

Everytime I see the rain, I remember our joys, laughters, and tears, Our sadness, sorrows and pain. Our joy of laughing outside, While our sorrows crying inside. At the pouring rain, we laugh and cry, We run and run under

An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By

Death Of Absence

Death Of Absence short poem

Gladioli stand in a tantric daze under siege of prism. The colors fall dangling, unsettling silent memories. I thought I was nervous while playing a smell game of wild guns, when tanks were rolling out on streets. A final farewell

Something To Say…

Something To Say… short poem

Am I happy? Am I sad? Have I been good? Have I been bad? Look at me crippled Over there Look at me dancing Everywhere Am I really sitting still? Am I climbing up that hill? I am weaving my

This Feeling Inside

This Feeling Inside short poem

Well and This Feeling Inside can’t be denied Although you’re gone my love for you goes on All my friends say find another but how can I Give my love to another when there just might be A snowball’s chance

The Artist

The Artist long poem

breathless light of illumination with blank canvas he begins to create a myraids of fixed visions angelic fervor of exploration a brush stroke with colors red, yellow & green at the top of the canvas a yellow stream vast radiant

Sin

Sin short poem

My sins have risen landing me in a prison Darkness dwells In the corner of my cell Hope has fled And trust is dead There is no humanity Only insanity Innocence is not alive anymore It is something I thrive

A Christmas Wish !

A Christmas Wish ! long poem

Santa ! Santa ! Please come today, As a wish my heart wants to convey, I want a robot car Lamborghini less the none, With one Thor’s hammer and a laser gun, The same suit that Harry Potter wear, With

November Third, Seattle

November Third, Seattle short poem

The sun won’t appear today Rising elsewhere it kindles flowers In foreign fields; even inspires A crop of melanoma among The fieldhands. But not here. The grey view south is dotted With electric pinpoints and a single Tall cross dim

Mother Dear

Mother Dear short poem

She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the

Life

Life short poem

I love being a part of this life. Why can’t everyone just wait for a while? There are things to be changed, there are things to be grabbed, I know everything would not come in a silver gift wrap. I

Longest Eclipse

Longest Eclipse short poem

Exacerbating, falling in dust, searching the dead truths on pills of abandoned bodies of lies. The dawn brings out the trapped victims of transmigration from capricum to capricon. Then they commit a mass suicide around hymns to seduce the god

Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story short poem

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

Dance With Me

Dance With Me prose poem

Dance with me when there is light Dance with me when there is music And dance with me when I am in love Your hands melt like silk on red hot sand But I a mere wanderer in love with

Drops

Drops short poem

Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near.. Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just

The Home Coming

The Home Coming short poem

The unbearable Sad and painful Trembling heart Brimming despair Wistful moments Brought us closer To the dreaded Inevitable point Of steeled separation Reluctantly To pay our debts We had to part Ever since then The wait Oh love And joy

Impatience

Impatience short poem

This crazy condition that time is going backwards then flying forwards No time for me to live in the present The moment of power, assertion, and revelation I stop to catch my breath always rushing in turmoil The present can

Laughter On Tenth Avenue

Laughter On Tenth Avenue short poem

Grim, forbidding a streetfull of patients First we must distract them – that is the role Of the dance – our worn shoes and shopping carts Are ideal for the purpose, pure percussion Rolling rhythm we dance on a river

A Dollop of Mush

A Dollop of Mush short poem

I don’t need a jerk, Or a drive in a Merc! All I need is a cup of tea in the pouring rain, A few jokes to entertain, A hearty conversation to gain, But alas, my requests are taken in

Beneath A Double Rainbow

Beneath A Double Rainbow short poem

High in the Cascade Mountain Range, camped in a wilderness cathedral. Overlooking a vast expanse of wilderness, only meters back from the edge of a sheer precipice. Admiring the shear beauty of a brilliant double rainbow, bridging this vast void.

To Give A Daughter Away

To Give A Daughter Away long poem

A queer experience it is A feeling that defies description An emotion beyond expression Giving a daughter away , you don’t know how to name it . Is it a sense of self appreciation at having performed a parental duty

The Crane

The Crane ode

Oh bird, your meditation, that Indian monks borrowed And conduct school of meditation, with no means, To their ends, as they do it artificially, as a road-show; But thou makes it creative to find your prey and catch it As