Inside The White Horses

I am horse.

In the field of white horses quietly grazing through the Voxiticas

It's not feasible to notice the albino horse

His smooth hair is as white as sea foam

And he lives in a house 

With blue shutters and a white picket fence

But he's still not happy

And all he sees is the other white horses burning on stakes.

Reviews

[Cosmic kid]

Hot

[eglantine]

This poem is different compared to your others, I like it :) Great end... Personally, I'd cut the 4th and 5th lines but that's just me

[Whales]

Thanks guy and why get rid of the 4th and 5th line? I'm just trying to learn all i can.

[eglantine]

they are unnecassary. The whole poem is about how this particular horse is different

[Whales]

Ahh i see alright thanks

[Emily B]

damn, i wish i didn't get it

[Whales]

I'm sorry

[Emily B]

it's the poet in us that makes us see . . . no need to be sorry

[Allycat]

I really like the imagery in this poem. It's really powerful. The reference to the albino horse puzzles me, since the only difference between a white horse and albino horse is the red eyes. maybe the albino horse sees the word differently? Great job, its a wonderful poem, feel better.