Romantic Cowboy Poetry For Cowboys By Cowboys
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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 __________________________________________________ *He has 4 kids lol. Guess who has been written out of history. |
You should just post "XD" in response.
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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 ____________________________ I like that it's a "Native American inspired" dress but on a white woman, so romantic. |
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 ______________________ "He can't explain the way she makes him feel." Proceeds to explain how she makes him feel... |
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 _________________________ The emotions! The highs! The lows! |
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.
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You have seven brothers? God damn.
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My other brothers are in California. |
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
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Needs more background info to fully enjoy hypocrisy.
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Omg it's a bit like the hypocritical cowboy version of Chard's poetry
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November 11, 2019
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Spoiler for White Picket Fence:
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Rhythm and meter are for city folk
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Not only is your dad full of **** but he's also one of those "I do terrible things now feel sorry for me." types. Those are the worst.
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Narcissistic fuck.
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Wykid?
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I assume that's "Wyoming Kid".
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What if it's a play on "wicked"?
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Yep. That's his pen name. He will be publishing these works soon, btw, he's crowdsourcing cover art at the moment.
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Lil' Wykid.
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He's even wearing a cowboy hat in his profile picture? As if this couldn't be more cringy
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What it be ****ty if we all spammed it with terrible reviews?
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I know leaving a review musing about his latent homosexuality would be super obvious and cliche but how much would it piss him off?
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As long as nothing is tied back to me all is fair.
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But make the reviews sarcastic and passive aggressive.
Like, "I really love the way he uses 'fallacy' to mean something that it's never meant before. Where most would use the word 'lie' he reaches where most wouldn't dare and doesn't let dictionaries dictate his vocabulary." |
Whenever this thread gets bumped I think of Dayvan Cowboy.
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At first glance the thread title looks like one of the reported posts threads that we get in the mod cave and I'm like oh great what happened this time.
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Jesus ****
A dad that writes ****ty, self indulgent poetry It's like Chula and Elph did the fusion dance |
Chula's definitely Goku and elph is definitely Vegeta.
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