Untamed Poems - Poems about Untamed

“Wilderness has at once a mysterious beauty and horror entwined within. Human mind also harbours wild urges and benign emotions. When wild urges take precedence, life becomes an untamed jungle” ~ By Poet The jungle sprawls hauntingly scary Where light and shadows together dance. Here the wind howls...

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"Lost, in a fight for survival, a man refuses to succumb to a harsh wilderness." - quote by poet. A great aerial adventure comes to A harrowing end for one man. His hot air balloon malfunctions; It comes crashing down in the middle Of a...

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- I wish my name was Jane ... and had a pretty swimsuit ... (Tarzan yell) - quote by poet The jungle waited with deep bated breath silence broken by a pack of howler monkeys In truth the jungle is never quiet Morning sun shines through the leaves of the trees the air is filled...

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Written: July 29, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "You Are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop." by Rumi ************* the jungle breathes as a vast pulsating lung thunder rumbles from...

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' The Jungle Untamed calls me to exhibit its wonder and splendor to mesmerise.' -Poet ...

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When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind, Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands. I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you. You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries. You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then...

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Written: June 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "The lamps are different, but the Light is the same." By Rumi ******************** The shame I bear yearns to be set free, Fantasies conceal what people must foresee. A whirlwind of visualization—eerie, untamed, Imagination dares where rules are disclaimed. How I...

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They start thick— not the polite kind you stir into tea not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast but the kind that runs hot slow dangerous coating your tongue before you grasp the price of its pleasure. They start golden— dripping off the comb sun pressed into their marrow too rich, too syrupy— gumming up the gears of your schemes too...

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In the vast tapestry of life, where thoughts weave threads of untamed dreams, we move like wandering stars through galaxies of happenstance, seeking directions in the random constellations of existence, where reason unravels in waves of mist and fleeting light. Philosophies are maps drawn on the sands of time, promising us islands of certainty in the endless ocean of doubt, but...

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It gets too much I hold back, shielding you from parts of me you should never have to fear. Some truths, I keep locked away, deeming them unnecessary for you to bear. Yet, you control me mind, heart, and the depths of my soul. My intelligence does not intimidate you, nor do you come as a red-eyed agent of corruption. You found me on...

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In a world where time flows like an untamed river, I keep my soul like a lighthouse illuminating the storm, When life whispers to me like a passing wind, The call of the pen becomes a song that resounds. I will not bury feelings in the cemetery of the heart, For it would be cruelty to the stirrings from the...

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In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable, Deeper than the caves where forebears painted bison and dreams with blood and burning charcoal, While the instinct of survival dances through our cells like a shaman drunk on life. We are the children of a magnificent illusion weaving its...

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Oceans are rising, ...

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Why is this thing called love when by its fragile intent becomes a sudden slow ember to then simply feed upon the flames of its own bonfire Those cursed lips taste of a bounteous feast so sweet its infection is loves elegant torture when from starvation desire is released Ah ! Harlequin trickster of doubt and surety within sleepless dreams comes to taunt the flowers and in...

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The peak of the spire left me wanting. I welcome it all no matter how haunting. Take in my Plagues. Taken by Plagues. Pathogens are airborne and live bloodborne. Vector-borne injected, infected, will forever remain undetected. Foodborne now room warm can wait until Those desperate dudes need food. No matter the percentage of the Tithe. No matter the amount of zeros provided. No matter the cost...

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