Nickolvia

Once an ugly ducknow a beautiful swan at home in her pondwe get swept away by her gracethe beauty of hernow a black horserussian by his blood the color of coal headstrong by naturewhile he was once wild and freenow he waits for man waits for humans to feed himhe itches to run to run as he has like before when no one could ride himnow hes broken to the ways of a saddlebut never to rider.a young girl with long brown hairshes here everyday just sitting out side my stallim learning to trust herbut i will never call her my rider................?

he was wipped and beaten coming here so his heart was ripped open i love him todeath but sometimes i think it would be best to let him go free can anyone help

This is personally, realy good. I enjoyed reading it and understood what the horse felt, even though I'm not one.
Creative and Intresting, and I really enjoyed reading it.

thanks guy but this poem is about a horse that is recently mine his name is nickolvia and his struggles coming from russia unbacked to america to be broken and how he met me

Would this be related to Black Beauty? (I'm referencing the only literature about horses I know).

I see a lot of potential here. But there are some confusing elements, as Alzora has pointed out: Besides the point of view, I'm also not too sure pf the connection between stanzas, especially the first stanza with the rest of the poem. And NIckolvia is the name of the horse, I suppose?

I do, however, like your descriptions. Try diversifying your verbs and adjectives (and adverbs) to provide more effective imagery.

Good job, and keep on writing! I'll look forwards to seeing your next piece.

Interesting poem. It doesn't really grab me though. I don't really understand it - it's a little confusing, is it from the horse's point of view the whole time?

Also -

my rider................?