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Wild Thing Poems - Poems about Wild Thing


Premium Member Wild Thing You Make My Heart Sing
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 crocodile river runs parallel to These sand roads and if you are lucky you can spot Hippos Or Crocs, which we did see. Animals during the day go to drink there and...

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Categories: wild thing, animal,
Form: Narrative
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shy and secretive survival to the fittest semi-nocturnal April 16,2022 just counted the syllables For wild animal Haiku contest by Tania Kitchen...

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Categories: wild thing, animal,
Form: Haiku



Wild Thing
The urge grows it makes me squat over traces in the mud, poke leaf shadows with a fingernail. I can ride eventide and grind the starlight there. The hair in my ears; on my back is recent. There’s a rainy-day musk I can slide through. I sniff tightly closed blooms, the blue pelt of a twilit distances. Under fading gleams a prowling yen, as I slip through the grease of running shoulder blades. I...

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Categories: wild thing, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Premium Member Wild Thing
wild thing her vacant stare is deceptive...

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Categories: wild thing, girl,
Form: Haiku
Wild Thing
The wild rose expresses the essence of life and beauty a sweet blossom atop thorny stems with roots entirely her own the fragrant lure summons as honey bee makes its approach...

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Categories: wild thing, hope, life, love
Form: Sijo



Wild Thing
Wild Thing by Rick Rucker Images of Prim and Proper, to mind, You bring, But, when we are Alone, You turn into Wild Thing! Something that I wouldn't miss: A juicy half-hour Kiss! Against my body, you do press, When we break, your hair's a mess! Your Lovely body, firm, and fit, Hardly feel it, when you sit, On my very eager lap, You often throw...

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Categories: wild thing, love
Form: Couplet
A Wild Thing of Creation, Caged
The fig tree was our rotunda, the roots valleys leading to our kingdom not fifty feet away a concrete range bridged worlds, and stood silently, sullen our very own mountain of doom fearsome as knights and maids we traversed cement battlements I crossed on the Styx, the other world moved like a slithering mass of parasites ever closing in on our seat of power shimmers of time shivered the river, as...

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Categories: wild thing, family, satire
Form: Blank verse

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