The WIld Things are hungry

May 9, 2012
By Imran SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
Imran SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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I feed the paper
with words as if it is
a Wild Thing

Watching it chew the nouns
with vowels stuck in between
its sharp teeth

As I pretend
to be a wolf
by putting a piece of cloth

over my head
Not blinking once
as I stare into its yellow eyes

making me the
King of All
Wild Things.


The author's comments:
This poem is dedicated to
Maurice Sendak 1928 - 2012. He was the author of Where The Wild Things Are and I want to thank him for letting me express my feelings through every page of his books.

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Imran SILVER said...
on May. 12 2012 at 3:17 pm
Imran SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Thank you : ) I'm really surprised that someone would actually like this poem!

MoonShadow said...
on May. 12 2012 at 1:13 pm
MoonShadow, McMinnville, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
Anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And later you can use it in a story.

wow. I love this poem so much. I wish I'd written it. Its like you said how I feel before I knew how I felt. Its just... its beautiful. WRITE MORE POEMS!


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