Romantic Cowboy Poetry For Cowboys By Cowboys

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 08:19 PM

The Deep and Imaginative Poetry of Wykid

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 08:21 PM

November 11, 2019

I ain't got no life
I just got living
No white picket fence
No love that's worth giving

I tried living with marriage
It didn't sit well
I became someone I hated
A man living in hell

I've raised 3* kids, a single dad
Most of my years spent alone
I take pride in the success of my children
The closest thing to love that I've known

I don't regret the loneliness
The unlovable soul I've become
I question the fallacy of wedded bliss
When life has offered me none

People come and people go
Seldom do they stay
Promises made and promises broken
Same story, different day

A passionate soul, heart on his sleeve
A man who prefers more to give
Hidden behind a guarded exterior
Seeking a life meant to live

I ain't got life, I just have living
Destined to spend it alone
Good times and bad, joyous and sad
I'm getting by all on my own

-Wykid

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*He has 4 kids lol. Guess who has been written out of history.

The Batlord · 01-17-2020, 08:24 PM

You should just post "XD" in response.

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 08:29 PM

December 25, 2019

The skies are a brilliant blue on this cloudless day.

It’s a great day to enjoy a walk among the sagebrush and Quaking Aspens.

The leaves of the trees hum a song in the breeze that is blowing in the afternoon sun.

She walks by slowly, unaware of my presence or gaze.
A perfect image is etched in my mind. Like a timeless photograph, I revisit it often.

She is captured mid-step. Her right arm reaching up to brush away a lock of hair from her eyes.

It’s hard to determine exactly what it was that captivated me.

Her skin kissed by the sun. Lightly tanned. Soft and tender.

Her bronze hair shinning in natures purest light as the breeze pushes her flowing lengths over her left shoulder.

The positioning of the sun at this exact moment creating light and shadows in a mosaic down her face and to her right shoulder. Her eyes look towards the ground.

Her facial features partially hidden in the shadows. My eyes tracing the outline. Searching harder, I can see her nose and her mouth. Her eyes, though hidden, are caring and kind.

Her body adorned in a Native American inspired dress made of a soft white leather. Long fringes hanging off each short sleeve are also drifting to her left in the breeze. I can see what appears to be colorful beadwork wrapping around each arm and across the center of her breasts. I can’t make out the details but can see the reds and possibly blues perfectly spaced in the design.

The dress fits her figure nicely. Her arms flowing freely from its loose clutch. Her breasts press firmly against the soft leather creating the beautiful curves of a woman.

As quickly as she entered the depths of my mind, she disappeared. It’s only the memory of the moment I’m left with. Sometimes, memories are all we have.

-Wykid

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I like that it's a "Native American inspired" dress but on a white woman, so romantic.

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 08:33 PM

January 9, 2020

He can't explain the way she makes him feel
She has opened channels and flood gates
To emotions provoking thought
He feels alive and hungry
A fight worth fighting
Which was something his past and he forgot
No matter what tomorrow brings
Today he rises with purpose. Battle born, battle tested
She won't see the fire in his soul that her spark ignited
Ignoring his words, unaware, of the gravity of time she invested

-Wykid

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"He can't explain the way she makes him feel." Proceeds to explain how she makes him feel...

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 08:36 PM

January 14, 2020

There's fear in starting something new
There's fear in starting again
Fears of the unknown, fears of the past
Fears of how it might end

Projecting past the here and now
Finding every reason to fail
Missing the moment, missing the chance
Ignorance to all that is well

Confidence is fueled by experience
Positive interactions a must
It's through these moments of comfort
There's growth in confidence and trust

Rejection is also lived lessons
Failure, the death of his pride
To try once again, the ultimate sin
Behind fear is where the man in him hides

The mind continues turning
Emotions of highs and lows
Back in the cave, where men tend to retreat
Is where an injured man goes

-Wykid

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The emotions! The highs! The lows!

Lucem Ferre · 01-17-2020, 08:40 PM

If you want to know corny dads, when my dad was having my brothers fix houses for him for **** pay they were watching Sons of Anarchy and it apparently inspired him to buy a motorcycle for him and my little brother and they planned on getting these "7C" cuts made to represent my 7 brothers. I wanted nothing to do with that bull****. It was just pure cringe from the the whole time and my only regret was not speaking up about how corny they were.

The Batlord · 01-17-2020, 10:01 PM

You have seven brothers? God damn.

Lucem Ferre · 01-17-2020, 10:05 PM

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Originally Posted by The Batlord

You have seven brothers? God damn.

I only grew up with three of them. It's actually 6, now thinking on it, and my dad was the 7th C.

My other brothers are in California.

WWWP · 01-17-2020, 10:08 PM

This is why I'm excited to send in this dna kit I got for Christmas- I know I'm about to find some half siblings