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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Horses

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The Red Roan She suffers no more The red roan of rust. With her gentle spirit, Even in death She followed my lead. I have visions of her now Running free, In wheat fields and tall grass Up on hind legs Waving gracefully at the sky. No saddle or bit To bind her, No bars of steel to Hold her back. She is free She is free She i... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you

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Forever Death First Day on the new job Time that we kissed Tear that I cried when I realized you were gone Forever I will remember Love will endure I will not cry I will not survive But I will survive The pain Of losing you Of starting over without you by my side Of the rage inside me that eventually surrenders to life Of no... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection

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When I Sleep When I sleep I dream of bellies round and Dead people that Never seem to disappear No wrists are slit In bathtubs rain No dawn appears No screaming pain When I sleep I think of nothing soft No voices loud No paradise The sadness seems To belong to only me I care no more I cannot see When I sleep I hear the ones ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My first horse

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First Born She is sleeping now Floating high above the heavens Like a big white cloud! She is my horse angel A graceful dancer of the night Blowing with the wind And shining like the stars! She is lighting my nights Like moonbeams And giving me sweet memories Of polka dots! She is always on my mind And lives inside my heart ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Horseback riding

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Miss Skippity Quick Broken bones To Broken dreams To ride no more With the wind We cage them up To pace On dirt And then we wonder The piles are endless By the barn In the yard With no mercy And the strongest Yet most fragile Will never Be the same again More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle

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Backyard Bones I am slipping away And when the door closes And the lights fade to blackness All that will be left of me Is an empty house With a stack of mail Stamped "past due" The horses Will find another mother And The house Will keep someone else Warm at night And in time The bones of another Will be dug up In the backya... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone

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Thoughts on a Page I sit yet alone, ever questioning but am I? When I am possessed with twill and parchment And enter thoughts on a page Subside does my loneliness Given, such a wondrous gift inevitably from above in sweet attempt to prevent that lonely hour Perhaps it is only in a moment Of sheer idleness of the ink that I ... More..

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