Untamed Poems - Poems about Untamed

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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Running around her hair so untamed, those curls reflecting wilderness; Crass words fly forever blurting truth; Sitting silent unless speaking truth, through the years with a spirit untamed; She’s the embodiment of wilderness; Always so inspired by wilderness, natural instinct’s the rawest truth; Willing to fight to remain untamed; The untamed wilderness is her truth....

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A deep obsession penetrated his mind, an untamed and deeply rooted passion, Not even a twelve-step program could bring him the much-desired relief, The poet had an incurable addiction, a need for freedom that he couldn't control, His mind traveled to wild lands, unknown places full of promises. An unending desire pulled at his soul, like an invisible and...

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!51+alabaster Bender Biscuit Jab_rightcross Gut Wrench- Fleeing the hold. ah-ooh ah-ooh chopin reversed big chopin told me there it is! referre contact stay out of the action there the bell the outside ref made the call! we wanna see the other camera angle the Big Kualwhonah looks to be our winna! Aint to many satisfied fans here according to these boo's let go to the ringannoucer for the decision " i wish That Gal from Kentuckey was her" hold my saddle trim my toenails ye...

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The child allowed to have their way, And do whatsoever they may, Who is not taught to have restraint, Develops traits that their life taint. The rule of appetite destroys, And undermines life’s lasting joys. It makes the human being a slave, To whatever his passions crave. Instead of reason taming urge, Unruly urges reason scourge. The man becomes a boorish brute, Unanchored from his soulish...

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He's a wild heart without a home In stranger places he use to roam In dark of night, he shuns the light He is afraid of something bright Everyday he finds his forest Where he can put his soul to rest For the world he's born is cruel He's forced to grapple by the rule He...

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