Best Untameable Poems

How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold...

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Sea of blue, 
crags of white, 
bitter wind, 
majestic sight 

For this is world of white 
and blue 
white mountains of ice, 
blue sea salty and true 

midnight sun on icy wastes, 
cool reflected light, 
pristine wilderness, 
not to everyone's taste 

Stark white cold, 
wind...

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Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free...

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She is as wild as the prickly thistle
That stands proudly on windswept wild rugged moor
Emotional deep as an ocean
As flirtatious and fragile as a butterfly
That graces a simmers day.
Her voice as sweet as the robin 
Her beauty
And very presence
Takes my breath away.

She can be as...

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Love is so lovely and tenderly sweet...
She is small and cute always seeming meek.
The way i feel about her is unexplainable
I have tried keeping her to myself but she is untameable.
She keeps hopping from me to my lover, 
She whispers in secret, she represents me...

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My hair has always 
had a mind of its own
Stays doing whatever
it wants whenever 
it pleases
Just never bothers to do 
any of it, at my convenience
Will take its sweet time 
to grow 
When I'm most keen to 
own a 'fro
Loves to split into these little...

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Appearing from nowhere, a red stain in my colourless 
vision, I found them cold in the whiteness of the first 

snowfall. They lay there in the misty haze, stunned to silence,
smothered in their white blanket; that splendid state 

beyond shivering. All the swans are dead,...

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Collecting vistas
from the wild untameable
misty moor
Rugged and timeless
for the eyes to adore
Spiralling hills and sweeping green vales
Plagued by harsh wind rain and hail
Bubbling brook
and silver ribboned streams flow
Where  the purple carpets of heather grow.

Moss covered old drystone walls
baron trees from which the crow
shouts out...

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A boisterous sheet of morning-fresh water
tumbled, 
discharging tumult of noisy explosion down
rockface 
while torrents of catapult-rainbows caught
sunshine
from the top of the towering fern-crowned
mountain, 
splintering light as holding straight course 
chute met
huge implosion that quelled further sound.

Breaking surface cataract rumpus lay quiet,
flat-plate 
calm of limpid sun-filtered...

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A wild thing at heart,
untameable at best.
Going insane in cages,
locked away, no rest.
Fleeing into the wind,
the forest calling out.
Run away from cities,
far beyond a doubt.
Skim across the sea,
lost inside the forest.
Free the raging heart,
it always was the fastest....

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A queue for the loo? is it nine minutes past two?
A windmill dashing to the sea. Ice cold waters in a monticule drip. Laced with the prevalent winds and sands. But sands are not sanding down a landing strip nor are they playing moving pictures...

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I am calm and my feet are heavy.
Pictures of beaches and palm trees fill 
me with blue stasis. I can not see
your frowning face in the curtain slit.

I imagine a steady beat : in
and out, top and down, right,  center,  left
repeatitive, always circles...

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I hear a softness in your words.
They may be only written, but they speak to me in your voice.
Gentle, like the whispering of snowflakes to the ground as they lovingly alight upon it.
It's hard to ignore the possibilities of your meaning as they arise and...

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The gentle river that flows through your fingers
Your untameable spirit that panthers with power
To your subtle flow to oceans of hidden treasure
I surrender on a trickle of a wave to your meander

I dreamt of a blanket that had me warm with desire
It was the yawn...

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Trust or mistrust, my heart afflicted with the disease of love, 
The love that brims the feeling in waves of fluctuation,
The affection that soars up in heaven and drills down an abyss,
Staying love in constant is not my heart's complexion,
World of moderation, nurtured and raised...

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