My Poems

We've only started poetry in English, so they're not going to be great. And I'm not a very poetic person. But why not? :)

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4. Poem Four


The mustangs shoot across

The plain like bullets

The sound of their hooves

Like thunder

 

They trot as proud as peacocks,

The masters of the land

They radiate power and beauty

As their strides eat up the land

 

As wild as a storm,

Unable to be tamed

They’re far too proud

To bow down to anyone’s commands

 

The dust hangs behind them

Like a golden cloud.

It hides them,

Giving the land a fairytale look

 

Their manes flow

Like breaking waves

Long and curled,

Slightly bleached by the summer sun

 

The sunset is more perfect

Than an oil painting

Their bodies are silhouettes,

Moving, graceful and perfect

 

They stay alert,

Always looking for predators

As darkness falls, they settle

Like shadows on the land

 

In the morning,

They’ll set off again.

Moving towards civilisation,

Curious about its inhabitants

 

But they don’t know that it’ll be their last time.

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