Haiku Poems About Horses | Horse Haiku Poems

Haiku poems about Horses and Horse haiku poems. Read and enjoy these haikus! See also Horse Quotes.

Wind Horse ©


running free, wild, brave
tail streaming high in the wind
hoof pounding the earth

horses turn their haunch
to show their scorn for the storm 
and nature’s tantrum

allows man to think
he can command elegance
and tame the wild heart

Trisha Sugarek

	
	
	
	Haiku 98
	
	
	fenceline hackberry’s 
	yellowed leaves drifting downward
	into Wild Horse Creek
	
	
	
	

At Dead Horse Gap
Lightning strikes
like march flies.

a horse running wild 

a howl at nightfear in sight 

a dreamfar from real

Out past fading smoke

the smell of saddle-leather

lone horse by campfire



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by the campfire

cowboys share haunted tales

leaves rustle in moon's shadow

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the tapping of boots

on creaking woodfloor

line-dancing


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coffee beans'scent

 from the musty log cabin

Cowboys 'return




My first attempt re cowboys haiku

Pegasus

White horned horse flies high;
He spreads his wings wide to fly,
Zeus is his captain.

black horse mimics
zebra's every move
Can they outrun the sun?


please view:
http://www.moillusions.com/2008/05/national-geographics-shadow-zebras.html

Senryu 
A dead horse in the road 
Berlin 1945 
People with knives cutting flesh 

powerful black steed

blazes mad path to glory

wild midnight thunder 






Written on 2/18/2016
For Instant Telegram Contest
War Horse picture

  childhood dreams;
  beautiful white horse appears
  to inspire me through life

Monstrous terror looms
Man and horse sweat fear's horror
All run to meet death.



Contest - Instant Telegram / Sponsor - Nathan D.
February 20, 2016

the horse hunkering 
rain drenched muddy
up on the hill ears down.



Theme: HORSE 
Bob Renard
Constance’s Contest entitled:
Horses or Snowflakes or Horses and Snowflakes Poetry Contest

Mighty Unicorn
Fabulous horse like creature.
Project your own horn


*Written for Unicorn Contest

A horse of pure white,
Wild as a November storm,
Running with the wind.

You make me happy, you
make me laugh, you help
me make sense of this crazy world,
What would I do without you?
I don't want to lose you, I want you
to be there for me always.
I want you to be happy 
with what you do in life,
just know that I am right beside you
trough it all, I will always be there,
I will never forget you, you shine
so bright, it's hard to miss you.
You have a great personality,
The one every girl wants.
The one everyone wants to be 
friends with, the one who stands
out of them all, that person
is you, My Hubby till the end,
the awesome one, the amazing one, the wild and crazy one,
the funny one, the charming one, the prince
charming riding up on his horse to tell me
"Everything will be fine my princess"

leathered, head to toe
mounting up the horse I know
arms holding on tight

                                                      Horse is horse		
                                                A lamb's height is short 		
                                                         not faster		

Three Humorous Senryu 

If winter landscape 
Had snow that was black as coal 
It would still be cold 

If sunlight was green 
Shining on crimson nature 
It would still be hot

If rain was yellow 
Running like horse piss in streets 
It would still be wet

zebra grazing wild
domesticated horse stalled
equine strain bridges

A talented toad
hopped on a horse name Lily,
riveting the crowd!

  
pale naked head bones
grim remains of sacrifice
the horse heads hang low
 

A Horde of Haiku

A horde of Haiku
Is what will be found when you
Read all of mine through.

What if embittered
And all your patience is lost
It could be costly.

Leaves are on branches
Cattle exist on ranches
Are there some to spare?

(Can questions be part of haiku?)

Books do have pages
And price may be outrageous
So check out instead.

(Library credo.)

How long will you wait?
For me to originate
What I contemplate.

So if it was you
Who was first to contemplate
How long should I wait?

For Frost to appear
His horse thinks that it is queer
No farmhouse is near.

Think it was last year
Catastrophe I did fear
And now it is here.

Forgot to turn in
My book I checked out again
Patience wearing thin.

A book here and there
All over and everywhere
Looks like library.

A Horde of Haiku Hiding in a Library.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

                                       




                                         Rider cracks his whip 
                                    thousand people enjoy race
                                    forced Horse leaps with pain 




Honorable Mention in contest sponsored by: Dana'lynn Smith
Written on 11/01/2011

Now again for Contest Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux 
in Battle of the Honorable Mentions - Poetry Contest	

short pirate braying
one-horned horse falls apart
the tail chases ghosts
 

Four hooves at the ready
one-eyed tall snorting
he one chewed cigar puffing
left on the rope 
right wrapped round horse ear
eye to eye staring down
the trailer at once prize and prison
pawing the air no more
carried by an ear into darkness
Old Smoky the victor again
Sunder was loaded.

Spotted horse runs fast
His legs think he is the wind
Spots of rain chase him.


(January 10, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

thick blanket of death

from the forest, heavy mist

lone dark horse comes.

 

(January 19, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Bee on Hibiscus

Bee on Hibiscus
Proved to be promiscuous
Did dart in and out.

A fair assumption
After all his consumption
She is his honey.

Both were quite a pair
Nothing like a horse and mare
Who chores both will share.

Is one of them you?
Who makes all my dreams come true
Vote for sure must do.

James Thomas Horn
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn 

we move together 
like horse and rider flying
across the prairie

urging each other
tenderly whipping passion
into the sunset

we are as though one
slowly now cantering home
'til we ride again

Equus Caballus
   Flying hooves cry for freedom
      Why are you pursued?


*Inspired by wild horse roundups.
  AGreen

born in the midnight
as pale as a horse with wings
just do me the first

Have Horsed Around with Haiku 

With me horse remain;
I would rub and pet her mane;
She did entertain.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

                      Speed in the dark.(Picture-3)

                  Hero horse gallops in dark
                            Cheering the masses
                           Spirit leads to final goal.



                Contest:Instant Telegram
                Sponsor:Nathan D
                  20.02.2016
                                               

Horn Horse Haiku

Can ride through canyon
On horse my great companion
Again and again.

Jim Horn

Whoa Horse Whoa

Before I do expire
Hope you will read entire
Pile of all my poems.

When we say whoa horse whoa
Down we expect him to slow
On us Trump does grow.

What we had agreed
Is Trump came here to impede
Even those in need.

He is horrendous
Doing things so stupendous
And is quite a priss.

Trump should slow down and
re-evaluate himself which like
Sessions we know is completely
impossibleWhen you live a whole
life being a loser, you will continue
to ba a loserHow are you supposed
to change horses in the middle of
the stream? Dream on my friend
dream on.

Jim Horn

                      Speed in the dark.(Picture-3)

               
               
              
                  Hero horse gallops in dark
                          cheering the masses
                           spirit leads to final goal.



                Contest:Instant Telegram
                Sponsor:Nathan D
                  20.02.2016
                                               

grabbed my dixie cup 
buzzing my cabins window.
a horse fly 

Horse Haiku for Hummingbird

Saw her here and there;
Then was seen everywhere;
Horse had been my mare.

To me pure delight;
Loved her with all of my might;
Thrilled to her each sight.

Want her nice and near;
My horse is no longer here;
To me was so dear.

Still see her mane shine;
Now is memory of mine,
Under restless pine.

Jim Horn

Understand that a friend
has lost her horse.

awaiting breakfast
a chilly autumn morning
sun-lit horse whiskers

leafy seadragon
cloaked in patch work camouflage
fish not horse off course