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"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.
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Wildfire
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
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Black Haired Sire
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
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Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
Go
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.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
Elation
*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.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Dearest Friend
Make-Create-Design Make-Remix-Challenge Make-Share-Inspire Make-Unleash-Unbridle Make-Free-Influence Make-Show-Suprise Make-Unique-Reach
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
Make
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! .......
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May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Unbridle
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.
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
She's Not a Poem
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.
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:28 AM UTC
Oh Amor!
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.
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Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
manic pixie nightmare