Wild horse• Show poetry

Today i rode my horse it was wonderful i felt like I was free and wild.

Its like someone just let me out of a dark cage after living in there for a long time.

I rode him bareback with no blanket or saddle

 it felt as if it were just me and him in a big wonderful world

 and we were best friends for ever.

we are free like the wind When i let him run with me on his back i trust him,

its like he knows im not scared of him.So he doesnt fill scared either.

Today he rode like a wild free horse as if he were with another friendly horse.

When i get on his back he nods his head and runs with the female horse.

I will always keep him safe even if there is danger like a tornado.

 I will stand beside him and keep him safe.

Because all animals and family comes before yourself.

thats why my horse is so special to me.

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The story of a mother wolf

Deep down into the woods is an amazing wild wolf that roams the night.

She runs wild and free searching prey.

After catching her prey she runs back to her home,

there sits three baby cubs.

 After dinner they settle down with their mother,

and they sleep with their bellies full and their mother beside them

 they all sleep in peace.

The ground that "Tender wolf " walks on

The ground that TENDER WOLF walks on is very special,

this ground is protected by her animal family and friends.

She is the only Tender wolf that can walk on these grounds,
the wild will protect her were ever she shall go.

Tender wolf stays with the wild no matter what,

even the humin race can not stop her.

She is the mother of all wild life,
and she will do what ever it takes to keep them safe.

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 A poem for the nature

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Deep down in the woods is a special place for all wild creatures,

the creatures have probably not yet seen it, but soon they will.

They will enjoy hanging with all thier family and friends.

It will be peaceful and it will have a beautiful watterfall,

 that all the animals can play in, and drink at.

They will not fight or kill each other, they will help each other survive,

 without eating each other they will run as a pack like wild wolves.
And there will even be indians or regular humans in the wild,

the humans will not eat the wild animals because they are family

 and that will be all that matters to them.

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When boys fight over girls

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When boys fight over girls it means they are jealous, which is like "totally lame".
I know one thing about them, boys look so stupid fighting over a girl,

and whats really lame is when your boyfriend cheats on you with a younger girl.

For instance, my X boyfriend cheated on me with my friends cousin which she is in 4th grade.

He and I are in the 7th grade and I told him that he has made the dumbest mistake,

"Which by the way is true" so we just started to become best friends again.

But I have learned one thing, you can't trust a guy even if you've known him for a long time!

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The freedom of "Wild horses" 

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When I think about horses I think about "WILD HORSES"

Horses that run free until they just cant run any longer.

Horses that people no longer use and forget all about the wild.

Horses are more than what people think,

horses are like ~red roses~ bluming in the summer.

There is two sides of all the horses,

One side that people can tame

and the other side is something no one can ever break.

Not even the stronest force of strength and spirit could break their freedom,

freedom is like something wonderful more like a gift to all the horses in the world.
One day this freedom is going to burst out,

and nothing in this world is going to stop them from going wild.

They will run like their spirit until they just dont want to travel any longer.

They will run free like "WILD HORSES".

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My AP dad "Getsbetter"    http://allpoetry.com/getsbetter                                                                            

My AP Grandma "Tender wolf "    http://allpoetry.com/Tender%20wolf                                                         

My AP sister "Game master"    http://allpoetry.com/Game%20Master