Best Wild Thing Poems

wild thing
her vacant stare
is deceptive...

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We have gone to the Kruger Park, and are now back,
All roads there are paved,
But for adventure, you can drive along very doable
Sand roads, the...

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There's a path I always take
down to the river where the woods
are dressed down open
The light of the sky
doesn't shine in your eyes
but leads the...

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A waking up, do I, Dark Poet, need
to shake my creature core from sheltered sleep.
A seed has taken root as bitter weed
that sprouts from disappointments...

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Post-hippie and pre-disco kids were we,
not clearly fitting one sole category.
Girls dressed formal for our biggest dance.
No short-shorts or those fab bell-bottom pants.
Exploring options at...

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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And...

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All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.

Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And...

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The eucalyptus sting that burns my nose
And eyes is not enough to mask the tide,
Of eloquent free speech and purple prose,
Delivered from armchairs set side...

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He stands so proud, his head held high,
He scents the air, nose to the sky;
To smell just what the rain might bring,
He’s regal like a...

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To bring a bit of happiness to my soul
I’ve got to sing along to a little rock n’ roll
Don’t try and tell me it’s all...

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My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt

We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war 
graves of a Christmas

I want...

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You let me fall so easily, 
For a moment in time, 
I really thought you caught me.
I was flying in your arms, 
But it was...

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She was lean, she was mean, a fighting machine.
Sixteen brothers had toughened her up.
She was secret woman, our little Arlene.
Raised on cold kerosene from a...

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"Birthing the Vortex"



the complexities of a myth
borne from the birth 
of amorphous seat 
in dark matter brain

storming dimensions never seen
merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed
visage of a...

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Goats... 

They are funny creatures, little goats. 
They make you laugh, 
when the world 
is not funny. 
They know how to have fun, 
in the...

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