#wildhorse
I want to be a wild horse,
Because freedom calls my name
Not just to run, but to live unbound,
To chase the sun and outrun shame.
I dream of beauty fierce and bright,
A mane that glows in golden light;
No mirrors judging how I move,
Just muscles singing in the night.
Let me gallop through open fields,
Where wind and wildflowers intertwine
I crave the beauty of untamed things,
Of living boldly, crossing lines.
This world draws lines, builds quiet walls,
But freedom is my heart’s true course;
I long to show the world my soul
The fearless beauty of a wild horse.
So if you see me running far,
With hair and hope both wild and free,
Know I am chasing beauty’s truth:
A wild horse, free and proud to be.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
Windblown mane flying out behind,
Ribbons of tangled threads dancing
In the early autumn zephyr.
Ebony hued hooves alternate,
Strong as steel, joined in the pounding
Music of free flight. The wild horse.
Soft, flowing mane brushed to perfection.
Ribbons entwining the smooth silk braids
Shining in the early autumn light.
Silver shod hooves alternate in rhyme,
Shimmering like gold, joined in the proud
Prancing of a lady. The show horse.
Two spirits combine.
The wild and the performer,
Both content in their
Destined lives.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC