Feral Poems - Poems about Feral

A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods to grow the most intimate connection. Eldritch whispers through the trees, let’s scare the boys with our smile. To grow the most intimate connection, fall upon the sword of a diamond mess. Let’s scare the boys with our smile, cat-calling and out of control tweaking. Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess, crystals just...

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I'm the flicker, the flame, the spark when you can't see, I'm the moonlight in the dark, a mystery. I'm the rustling in the leaves, the breeze and the trees, And maybe the wolf's howl on the wind whispers, "That's me." A long, drawn-out sound, both wild and free. My roots run deep, a Cherokee decree, And when I stomp the...

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when symbols are fraught peace is a dirty bird~ once upon a dove ***...

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suppose day left you the raise gliding forever a dove, within, a third plight your time, spending outside of that table leaned against your cold your coldest spots you sold in your corner i declare suppose mourns built behind introverted instruction to difficult to overcome we shift in limits in my corner i dared mixtures inside sounds scripts letting fly now i walk myself more marching, more violations railroad maps and...

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babe I stumbled home— drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin but you—your copper mane ablaze— my wild Morrigan a feral Celtic Faerie Queene waging war against the wreckage. You told me love was a lie stitched by leprechauns but your touch proves there’s truth in everything we break and rebuild. Chased the wail of a banshee tonight hoping to drown the shame gulped it...

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The golden horizon can be feral erupting a sky of turquoise blue; It reflects the peace of the hippie; Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie; Wild grin is overwhelming and feral, a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue; Low growl reverberates through blue, an electric charge for this hippie; He came a long way but still feral; That sly kitty is...

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Wild berries and poison ivy wrap me, warding off trespassers with their armor; So toxic the taste will guard gingerly, a virulent warning doused in glamour; Maybe you should read the full disclosure; Heed the warning or wind up getting hurt, don’t make the mistake of trying to flirt; You may get caught up in their appearance stay mindful of not being...

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Protective barbed wire pricking with it’s touch; Blood just rushed from the lock on your heart; Penalized necklace; Scratches so deep, there’s no way back; Feral feelings, aortic slice; It’s heavy, a burden in silence; Let go, embrace love....

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I wander through a minefield Of feral thought Ever alert For the slightest hint Of hidden prey Trembling thoughts Shamed in their youth Cowering Beneath dried roots A shadow Out of sync with the sun Daring to peek elsewhere A flower leaning into the wind Refusing to yield A defiant tumble weed Standing its ground Stealthily, I tease them Into an awareness Of now Invite them to share With me Their secrets Not in an attempt To domesticate...

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In the beginning was the word- and the word was… light darkness dawn promise dusk despair. I was a tempest child a feral cat- alone wild and untamed eyes a jigsaw of shattered chaos. Mom sighs a rustle Autumn leaves of disappointment her gaze a mirror reflecting every misstep a stalag. "Just Fix It!" her then my mantra carved in condemnation each scratching syllable a fragmented splinter in my fickle fragile frailty. My...

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I choose to eat outside because it's cataclysmic in there. In the cafeteria where they perch on plastic -chairs chirping away in flock hysteria. Frantically peck-pecking away the crumbs tossed to them from the higher ups. All of them are slowly going deaf -n- dumb. Soon they'll flitter off (gullets filled with themselves) to play solitaire on filthy keys I choose to...

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Blatant display of weaponry on Republic day, perhaps tradition, invoking pride and patriotism but somehow I feel, such muscle flexing, crass and vulgar, is best avoided by all regimes who so flaunt aggressive intent but there’s a vote bank, that looks forward to fanning fires and so the monarch goes with the script which is proven to keep him and his cronies in power....

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Prancing through the sea I play in the tide, carefree and viral; Internal compass, no net ensnares me; Dancing my way unique gestures; In sync currents, I’ll never lose; Sweet soft steps, a swan dive all at once; Feral daydreams glide....

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Born feline and left forever free to run; Try but they’ll never be domesticated; Feral life filled with unequivocal absolution....

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Oh, sweet feral poetess….. Seeking a warm secret heart’s artistic home. She cries and knocks but no one hears her. In a community of poets the door is slammed. Cold, silvered moolight makes thing worse. So, she wrote over three thousand poems? Her anguished sounds like a cat’s delicate purr. Limericks, Monokus, are the current jam. She’s too honest….is her humungus curse. Poetess,...

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