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Meghana Mar 2020
The water ran wild and rough
with no control over itself
Supporting no life, providing nothing
driven crazy in its freedom

It was in the early days
when the earth just formed
Too fast and tough to be controlled
till it was repaired

For life took some of it
and drank to fulfill their thirst
Their soul flowed in to soothe its rage
and it was finally tamed
Mujen Suraj Mar 2020
Can you listen to it?
The cry of the wind,
outside.
Its is calling for you, to break the bars
to feel the freedom, to do the wish.

Have you ever attempted?
To see what do you want,
To say what you like,
with no burden of words.
To find yourself in other's eyes.
And hold your heart, out of the cage.

What, do you think?
Would you come with me, to head towards
the unexplored, unto the new Sun.
to the land of daffodils and wilds of pine.
Where you can be you,
the wind is you and the rain is me.
Thomas W Case Mar 2020
She poured herself into
her jeans
like a nice
glass of Chardonnay.
I wanted to pound it,
but we
had errands to run.
The sun was out,
but it lied.
It was February,
and cold;
real cold;
like her heart could be.
She wanted to set
us free.
She found out I
couldn't be tamed.
Who the hell likes
a caged dog?
One thing's for sure,
the dog doesn't.
I pulled her close
and growled.
She bit my neck.
And then
we were off
into the
bright white world.
Butterfly Feb 2020
Your smile makes my mind go wild.
I got into a relationship AND SHE IS SO ******* PRETTY *** SOMEBODY HELP ME
Reece Feb 2020
Your heart was never there,
in every moment we shared.
I packed my suitcase full of sparks
and you called me a fool.
I always said I could find,
the sunniest meadow,
that always shined.
I guess I had the wilder mind.
Peter Farsje Feb 2020
Beware young and old alike
for the place that is a scary sight.
Its the Pirate's Cove
sure enough, by jove.

Protected by Sunset Reef,
raiders there will come to grief.

There amongst the shoals
many here have lost their souls.

Daring ones who venture
there by skiff,
often fail to spy their shack,
under the cliff.

The shack is there
though hard to see.
Tattered and weathered
and leaning alee.

Their fighting ship
is hard to seek,
for its hidden well up
the nearby creek.

Bloodthirsty pirates
ready to take your life,
to poke you or stab you
with their long, sharp knife.

In the early morning
they may be snoring,
after a wild night
of drinking and sporting.

Pray not wake them
or you risk your life,
by tasting the
bite of their trusty knife.

Seeking their chests
filled with gold
may land you down
in the depths so cold.

So lads and lasses
stay away
and live to see
another day.
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