"unbridle" poems
Deep love within the heart
Ignite luscious flames aglow.
Spreads vast with just a spark,
Desires down below.
Keenly tantalizing,
Flawless colors and hue;
Unbridle free flying,
Loose reign while dreams come true.
Spreads rapidly, bright blaze,
Gold lighting of hope
Alive, aware, un hypnotize,
Curious Kaliedoscope.
A journey to enjoy
Burning fire devour
Life's burdensome's toy;
Amid a horse named Wildfire.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
I will lay by thee sire,
Dark tall, frozen-eyed sentinel,
What deep harness,
You ****** upon me,
What sorrows I nae see beyond thee,
Black sire in stables, punish me
I will give in to you,
Limp and strafed about yon body,
Without any purse,
I will succumb to you,
What joys you may make me suffer.
Sweet stallion please, break me
I will let you neck me,
Hard and true as the red deer rutting,
Shameless in pride,
I shall betroth my love,
What promise shall gait in surrenders.
I shall be your mare, unbridle me
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Break rules,
Burn houses,
Let them hate you,
Cause they already are going to,
Be wild,
Be messy,
Don't let them tell you what you can and cannot do,
When they go left,
Go right,
Make a path,
Unbridle your soul,
And hurt,
Don't be so **** afraid,
This earth is so young,
Have fun,
And don't listen to all the dream crushers,
The teachers, the professors,
Rip out pages of books,
And run wild, be an untamable life,
Enlightened those surrounded you,
Nobody got anything done by following laws,
They followed the stars and won
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
Cuddle me sweet, my love,
Unbridle me tender
From flesh, and bones, and strife,
Just to awaken me, free me
Into soul, spirit, and time,
And introduce me
To your hush-hush, the expanse,
The better half of your eyes,
From nevering to forevering,
From meandering to residing,
Into this dreaming.
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
*Count, my friend. Make them count.
Limit your words to ten, or less,
As though to conceal a panorama
Of thoughts inside a dreamcatcher,
Or the stars to a wallflower, I wonder,
If you infuse all flavors that there is, altogether,
On her doubled lip of plum, the herbs of your country,
An Asia of spices squandering her mouth,
Will she smile? Hunger is key
To her heart. Use it.
Rhyme, my friend, toy with the galaxies,
Unleash the behavior of a predator, an annihilator,
Ready to swallow the moon for her love,
And burn the Venuses of the Universe,
Her doubts, her insecurities.
Blind her with the imagery of love, her true self,
For love is blind, and is yet to see the light
That she emanates. My friend, flatter her
With the colors she was deprived of.
And then, slowly, unbridle your soul, your spirit,
The white mares of your chariot. I say, set foot
To your heart, my friend, and set your self free.
The constraint of words is the constraint
Of affection. It is to chain the Divine
To the old, old pillars of ambiguities.
Remember that.
For it is with an I love you
That you write the poem of love, my friend,
On her wrists, waist, her chest.
Now, tell her that.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Make-Create-Design
Make-Remix-Challenge
Make-Share-Inspire
Make-Unleash-Unbridle
Make-Free-Influence
Make-Show-Suprise
Make-Unique-Reach
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I’m the poem
The Poet set free
Harmonious
Aesthetic
Sanctuary
Flowing love
Inertia of emotion
Ingredients of an
Enchanted potion
My words echo
Into the expanding verses
Chaos to order
Cosmic emerge
The Poet's voice
Shall be never silent
Like Shakespeare
Eternally timeless!
.......
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Art history matters. New Master’s degrees
Lead to dull innovation in poetry. Please
Try to write us a poem where meaning is plain
And no MFA patriarch needs to explain.
a statue carved by Bernini/a plate of eggs painted by Velázquez
Jane, dear Jane, you’re a porcelain idol.
The time has arrived for your verse to unbridle
Itself and reveal some slight traces of life;
We know you are smart, but that dull butter-knife
Of your poetry, smearing the references ’round
Is like Sylvia Plath/Gertrude Stein/Ezra Pound…
personal pan pizza with unlimited free toppings
Those weird sudden line breaks confuse us, in fact,
And the rarefied dishes you name-drop get cracked
On the floor of your poetry, leaving us shards,
Risking splinters for muses and mystified bards.
my arm breaks off like the shell/of a freshly-filled cannoli
You deadpan in monotone, stunningly brave,
But your tortuous verses go straight to the grave.
Academic obscurantists murmur and nod
As they lower the corpse of your work in the sod…
carelessly thrown baby/a designer toilet cistern
You ought to re-frame and then tighten your lines,
So replete with Old Masters and euro-trash wines:
(…weirdly-named liqueurs in a Rococo palais)
Why would you not, then, aspire to coherence,
Dismissing the need for white male interference?
Your verses cry out for some fatherly guidance
To try and make sense of your history of silence.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
I'd gladly die,
For you,
My eternal heaven.
Angels requiem and harmonize in perfect symphony, lavishing time in elegiac air.
Unbridle the harps with burning desire and unbridls joy.
So that the viscous, ruby-red blood flows a breathtaking sight.
Oh Amoret,
Caress my hand,
Praise me,
Envelope me with your voice, and may the harps be envious.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:28 AM UTC
so i will lay on your feet a heap of the nightfalls we mangled. i will pick you a handful of hibiscus and cigarette butts left rotting in hotel beds. i will brew and end storms until your eyes are all that's left. i will leave the loneliest love notes and patched up apologies on every curve, every arch of your spine, until you become a book of the musings i cannot hope write. i will cut my chest open and unbridle the black holes i have tamed — darling, i will let them devour all the galaxies but us, until you become the very sun and i, the dull glow of the moon's unlit side.
and you'll know that the vile truth is, i don't know how to love you without getting my heart broken.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC