Wild horses' hoof beats,
Thunder over plains;
Muscle moves beneath the skin,
As wind whips 'bout their manes.
The sound of all the ponies,
Is one that you should know.
It's the sound of freedom in your heart;
It's your spirit's ebb and flow.
It's the coyotes in the tree line;
It's the hawks that fly above.
It's the sound of a wild heart that beats,
For adventure, strength, and love.
The world is full of color,
The same colors in your eyes.
An artist's brush paints all they see,
All that joy and grief outcries.
In paint or pen or pencil,
Your very essence on the page;
Your art reflects a wild heart,
Of lavender and sage.
It's the red of summer berries,
It's the blue of the August skies;
It's the brightest whites of winter snow,
It's the darkest blacks of night.
Your colors are the brightest,
When your wild heart roams free.
No passion could hold you for too long,
As strong as it may be.
Your frenzy is contagious,
Your energy is vast.
The world is just a friend to make and
Strangers never last.
Your wild heart defines you;
It leads you on your way.
It's the passion in your very soul,
No one could ever take away.
Though some may seek to change you,
Though some may wish you still,
No one can tame the wild heart
That you forever seek to fill.
I wish you luck on all your journeys.
May you never feel alone.
Our wild hearts are always here for you,
To love your wild soul.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of random, unrelated poems, most of them will probably be funny or moody, I love a good laugh but I get a little philosophical. I wrote most of these poems in school, and all of them will be my own work. All rights reserved.
