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As a child the jungle claimed her
It might have been a twist of fate
Prayers were offered on her behalf
But the old gods they couldn't placate
Nature took the youngling in
Shaping her as it would a beast
Forcing the child to acquire strength
Eventually she'd be unleashed
No wild beast thought to harm her
She had become one with the jungle
Transforming into an elegant princess
Both beautiful and bestial
Those who saw her spread the legend
Speaking of the wild queen of tigers
Who rode on the back of animals
One of the worlds natural wonders
Legend says that she's still out there
Deep in the woods that can't be tamed
A lovely guardian of the jungle
The princess who can't be named
It might have been a twist of fate
Prayers were offered on her behalf
But the old gods they couldn't placate
Nature took the youngling in
Shaping her as it would a beast
Forcing the child to acquire strength
Eventually she'd be unleashed
No wild beast thought to harm her
She had become one with the jungle
Transforming into an elegant princess
Both beautiful and bestial
Those who saw her spread the legend
Speaking of the wild queen of tigers
Who rode on the back of animals
One of the worlds natural wonders
Legend says that she's still out there
Deep in the woods that can't be tamed
A lovely guardian of the jungle
The princess who can't be named
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
Streets
Say goodbye to the streets for me,
Because I won't be seeing them again.
Tell them how I loved their noise,
How it kept me from sleeping at night.
The way they took me away when I ran,
It was so calm when they subdued me,
Took away my thoughts when I couldn't.
Tell them I will be missing them so,
Because nobody knew me like they did.
Say I will remember them forever.
Literature
left
there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
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I don't usually write themed poems, but I wrote this for someone and this is what they had in mind. I originally planned on writing about a tiger princess, but kinda it turned into me writing about a jungle princess over the course of the poem.
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Well, it's pretty straightfoward in a way, so that adds to a more conceptual tone on the overall. I always find you work well themes, always beign good at creating a nice imagery on you poems, so it's good to read something like this, is a nice change of pace.