The Misunderstood Thoroughbred
"Life’s a wild thoroughbred—ride the chaos with LOVE, and let your soul shine brighter than the shadows." — CJB
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The Misunderstood Thoroughbred
Limbs honed to arcs of feral speed,
A gleaming hide, a planted seed
Of doubt, where trust dissolves to scorn—
A man they crave, yet wish unborn.
He stands, a titan's sculpted frame,
Girth and length, a whispered name.
A careless glance, a practiced art,
He plays with hearts, a world apart.
They crown him "Thoroughbred," divine,
Wings primed to soar, a flawless sign.
But I see shadows in his stride,
A soul where truths are forced to hide.
Thoroughbred, a gilded cage,
Where perfect form masks inward rage.
He runs from ghosts, a hollow chase,
A beauty marred, a lost embrace.
Original First Draft:
Limbs curving into perfect shapes
Nothing yet rusted
Never to be trusted
A man...women love...to hate
Unless he asks them on a date
Such height and strength
His girth
His length
A man...women love...to hate
He'll flirt with anyone, a best mate
They say he's a thoroughbred
Born to fly
I say he's confused
A living emotional lie
Limbs curving into perfect shapes
Nothing yet rusted
Never to be trusted
A man...women love...to hate
Unless he asks them on a date
Such height and strength
His girth
His length
A man...women love...to hate
He'll flirt with anyone, a best mate
They say he's a thoroughbred
Born to fly
I say he's confused
A living emotional lie
❤️
Creator Notes:
This was inspired by another #vss365 daily prompt word (#Thoroughbred).
I have included my original draft as I think that it helps to show one of the many ways I create my poetry.
I tend to write a first draft which as you can see I then, like a sculptor carves a block of marble, keep carving, I keep going until usually the original poem completely disappears!
Do you do this too? Or is it just me?
Like I say, this is one of many techniques, I get bored and so like to try different methods daily!
This was inspired by another #vss365 daily prompt word (#Thoroughbred).
I have included my original draft as I think that it helps to show one of the many ways I create my poetry.
I tend to write a first draft which as you can see I then, like a sculptor carves a block of marble, keep carving, I keep going until usually the original poem completely disappears!
Do you do this too? Or is it just me?
Like I say, this is one of many techniques, I get bored and so like to try different methods daily!
