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Lyla Aug 2024
A wild rose is a lasting thing
Growing amongst the ruins
Full of life despite neglect
And you know the place one blooms

A wild rose is a pretty thing
To decorate your room
All pink and leafy splendor
To cheer away the gloom

A wild rose is a thorny thing
Its vines tear you apart
You can’t grasp it directly
Work gently towards the heart

Push aside its catching strands
Leave the petals strewn
Take the freshest flowers
For more will blossom soon

A wild rose is a stubborn thing
You may plant it if you dare
Take a cutting from its base
But make your choice with care

For a wild rose is a feral thing
You can’t charm it to your will
Forever spreading beauty
Is its nature to fulfill
anonymous Aug 2024
i am a storm
in a world
that fears the rain
and lightning
and thunder

i dance on the edge
of moonlight and starshine
where wild hearts
whisper secrets
in my ear

you will tell me
to calm my chaos
to tame my spirit
i am 'too much'

but i am a wildfire
spreading through fields
of ordinary being

i do not fit
into neat little boxes
or follow
their straight lines

i am the echo
in the silence
of the vast universe and
the untamed breath
in the quiet night

i am wild
not because i must be
but because i am
and that
is enough
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
Eye to eye with a two faced mirror
Stern threats stated towards this duplicate I see
"I'm warning you, don't ******* in there,
You know you don't like it when we're angry"
Though, my mind and I both know I know better
Fully aware I don't have a victory on it's territory
A half baked example of what makes a quitter
There's a lose on every flipped page of my story

©2024
Spicy Digits Jun 2024
Sweet soul
Yesterday's gone.
There's fields ahead
Baby, stretch your legs.
This bright face
This tender heart.
Keep close the sun
Keep their words apart.
Ken Pepiton Jun 2024
Polite conversation, versation

passive voice of conversare,
literally "to turn round with,"

run along with, become
associated within determined

pleas… many askings
if it please the crown,
with mastering mind's mission

per
usual suspicion, sneaking from
under stood stones been up holding

all we are allowed to learn by law of sin.

For we are in the only atmosphere in ever,
now, where we are acidifiable in base time,

converted using sublimation, suggesting,

sub certain chthonic sense, a shiver,
a quake in fracking joined terranes, uplifted

as the staked plains in Texas,
and the Mogollon Rim, in Arizona, as seen
using augmented eyes, we wise, we see

we have seen farther than any actual doer,
of the process, form and function as a one off,

once through the wringer, then stretched
on real tenter's hooks to dry and bleach,
to sun bright white, crystaline face stretching

feeling joker urge, make a
mind chuckle, think it through to a what if,
in no time at all,
imagine all we know is, was
not made as we may think we might
have, in essence, in us, as we think
we might have the exact same key
fit the exact same lock on instants,

timeless instants we may play
instant answering application tuning - mind time spanning willedness
Dearest darlings Phoenix my fire birds how I love you how I miss you
My true love my grown children jewels of my crown motherhood
Beloved I too am your Phoenix Mother your first love
Forever and ever treasures adored rddbbajpcasg.
Phoenix bird wild birds of paradise beloved
Golden eggs if mine
Lalasassycoco.
My tragic life full of happiness
Infinite love baby girls my true loves
Forever and ever I love you adore you worship you
Yes I am crying like you are
We are one eternally
Come to me in every lifetime
I will protect you guide you free you adore you worship you.
It's a golden promise
From your Phoenix Mom.
~~~~
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Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2024
Words free to corrall
Untamed, wild beasts may bite
Loose from mouth unleashed
Words are powerful beasts
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
Searching wildly
Mind and heart
Panics arrival forever untimely
Becoming flailing limbs in the dark
Desperately feeling for a way toward a way to put it mildly
Never finding more than a question mark
Tripping on everything I should have already put behind me
Blindly trying to look over everything said from the start
Only finding it's the same as before the start mark
I'm sorry to report
All I can find,
All I really have
Is another sorry sorry
One more weightless apology

©2024
Louis Segoe Mar 2024
Song of the world ( Lied des Welts )

In the morning light, the sun ascends,
Painting skies with hues that never end.
Mountains rise, their peaks kiss the sky,
And oceans dance, their waves in reply.

Forests whisper secrets to the breeze,
As rivers carve their paths through ancient trees.
Deserts bloom with cacti and wildflowers,
Each petal a testament to Earth's powers.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

Fields of green stretch out like emerald seas,
Where creatures play and find their destinies.
Canyons yawn, their depths a silent song,
Echoing tales of ages long gone.

The moon waxes and wanes, a celestial dance,
Stars twinkle above, in cosmic romance.
Glaciers carve valleys, their icy art,
And rainbows bridge gaps, stitching heart to heart.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

Let's protect the forests, the coral reefs,
The fragile ecosystems that bring us peace.
For every creature, every blade of grass,
We'll be stewards of Earth, as long as we last.

Oh, Earth, our cradle and our home,
Your landscapes vast, where wonders roam.
From Arctic ice to tropical shores,
Your beauty leaves us forever in awe.

As day turns to night, and stars ignite,
We'll sing your praises, Earth, with all our might.
For you are our muse, our sacred birth,
Forever entwined in Earth's sweet melody.
This song is a poetic celebration of Earth's beauty. Let's cherish and protect our planet for generations to come.
Made in support of @copilot app
Lydia Mar 2024
those rainy day, gloomy doom moods still hit me,
the adrenaline of chasing a high even if it’s no good still gets me,
I still crave those moments of breaking the barrier and pushing limits,
self sabotage for the fun of it, to be reckless just because we’re here on this planet once,
as far as we know

the Wild in me still has legs that want to run
to feel and taste freedom like I can have whatever I want,
these days she’s just in bed by 8:30 having wild dreams instead
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