Alphas Poems | Examples

Where the Wolves Reign

They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.

In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.

But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved like ghosts through ash and mud,
with a hunger time couldn’t still.

The world grew wild beneath their gaze,
old fences fell to claw and fang.
The sky turned gray for endless days,
and silence bloomed where children sang.

We learned to speak in signal fire,
to tread the earth with care--
for the alphas ruled from mountain spire,
and no one dares go there.

Now laws are written in howl and tooth,
in scent and scar and chase.
The price of playing God, in truth,
was the loss of the human race.

They roam where cities used to burn,
where glass lies sharp in bone--
and every full moon, we return
to pray they leave us alone.

A Cassowary’s Warning

How dare you come to my land
We never said that you were welcome
You just came and took over
Just as if you owned the place
Well, guess what...you don’t
We are the Alphas here
We decide who comes and who stays
So, if you know what is good for you
Go back to where your kind came from
Or try staying in your cities
You might be safe there
But we haven’t decided yet
Maybe we will let you know when we do
Maybe not though
That is all up to you

© Poem – IX/***/MMXXIV
LRET

Alpha Egos

Two alphas in a seaglass bottle,
Festering on fullest throttle.

Bobo's Comeuppance

A Rottweiler  Shepard mix
longsuffering had proven to be
With the Doberman pup, a red one,
won on a gambling spree

Rocky the mix and BoBo
 coexisted for a time
As any two male dogs can manage
till BoBo reached his prime

Suddenly all manners
right out the door
Or respect for the one
The younger Used to adore


Who would allow him as pup
his tail to bite
Sleeping all day
Keep him up half the night

  On a road trip  in
 the trucks bed they lay
Appearing that all fine 
No emotions  on display

As Rocky got out first 
As is the Alphas right
BoBo shot with no warning
his testes  to savagely bite

Poor Rocky was loaded
to go to the vet
my mom left in charge
Of the  deranged pet


A heavily sedated dog returned
It's angry owner as well
As soon as the tailgate dropped
Rocky unleashed some karma Hell


Young BoBo was hit
So hard and so fast
He rolled for three or four feet,then Old Rocky
indelicately performed his amigos vasectomy neat


The challenge given and answered
Settled the rest of their days
respect that's earned we should not forget
Should machismo get in the way

Only One Alpha Here

a stray has been dumped
my old dog is a snapping turtle of anger
pointedly ignoring the interloping puppy

both think they are the alpha dog
trying to get to daddy
I correct them both
by giving Daddy a long kiss on the lips

There is only one Alpha here
And she tolerates no other Alphas

Think Big, Worry Less

*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.

Think Big, Worry Less

The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.

Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.

Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.

Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!

2021 July 30

Someone

why do I care about them
we are not of the same breed
We are distant 

all of the same source
yet we are different seeds

some are good 
others are better
and others are the best

epsilons, deltas, alphas
in all shades and colors 
all go through the test

Someone

why do I care about them
we are not of the same breed
We are distant 

all of the same source
yet we are different seeds

some are good 
others are better
and others are the best

epsilons, deltas, alphas
in all shades and colors 
all go through the test

A Tribute

My tribute to those Alpha sisters,
They can be very scary witches,
Born with really bossy britches,
No need to argue with such shes,
In accord with place in family,
Sister A pecks down the line,
Verse for Alphas, their place and time......

That Bleeding Lamb

that bleeding Lamb
His bleeding wounds
non to tend
Wounds that heal
every broken heart
That eternal plaster
of Paris 1Peter 2:24

Sent His Son 
A bleeding Reed
Bled for all yet 
The greatest donor

Forsaken breath
Choked with air
That we may breath
Air to life

In His name 
A rocky canopy
With rocky roof
no wind can distress
So all can shelter 
In storms of life

Jesus Christ you died
Die to live
immortal death

A life so precious
a second breath
Is born again

Book of books
Book to shelves
Book to libraries

He ends the begins
Alphas the Omega
Roses the Sharon
To scent the earth
Lilies the valleys
To beautiful me

He made the sea
piece of bread,
A rod to slice
we walked upon

Eagles mount soar 
the blasts
His nostrils

Fires the sun
to warm our day
And  snows the moon
He lips the seas
to water greens
A bleeding love 
That paid my price
How great the Potter
His clays he tender


3/5/2020

The Wolf

The Wolf

A much maligned animal of lore
With a gnarled snarl, frothing saliva,
And fangs that rip and claws that gore,
And eyes that focus to choke the throat.

With ears that hear the slightest stirring
And noses to smell the faintest scent,
They, ghostlike, blend into their surroundings
On soft paws, scarcely heard is their presence.

They join wits and instinct in stalking packs,
And with unrelenting stealth, they track.
Ambient howls transmit jolts down one’s back,
Of their voracious appetites to match.

The design was complete, and the wolf breathed,
An apex predator beyond belief,
Where only the alphas breed progeny
And learn to master their environment.

Bright and Morning Star

BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR
The grace of all He is be with you all
as certain as the end, the promised love
comes quickly as a thief, to bring the fall
of what the world's become, and singing of.

Behold how quickly comes, from Alphas flame;
as naught can end unless it has begun;
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.

These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says, come, this is the day.

Those hearing all will come, from near and far,
to Davids' own, a bright and morning star.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Llamas and Alpacas

Llamas and alpacas are definitely different,
Some people like to vociferant,
Llamas are tall,
alpacas are short,
It is your call
But i will protect my fort,
If you spell llamas with one L,
Then you are talking about llamas and alpacas,
No one will ever tell,
But llamas are the alphas,
Of the two different breeds,
Magnificent creatures,
They are indeed,
Just look at all of their features!

Bloodline

It stands tall and firm,
this tree with a DNA, the family tree..
leaves wither and drop as they dry with age
new ones sprout bringing on a new splendor

then comes we.
me, the goth guy and she, the hot blood.
both Alphas in individual respect,
posing an unspoken challenge.

so the wind blows and the tree sways
graciously flapping twigs against each other..
the leaves utter in excitement,
each contact giving birth to a new urge
an inevitable desire to crash into another.
lust!

but it's forbidden.
you spend hours, days, even nights
thinking of how to avert this impending doom,
eternal damnation.
the tree's fruit's for outsiders, but it's way too cute.
too inviting. enticing. tempting.
Arousing!

then comes the breeze again
one flap and fate finds her locked tight in your embrace.
both breathing hard but never making the move.
the the wind calms..
twigs stop flapping and leaves start parting..
you pull her back, she comes straight for your lips.
fingers go spying
tongues searching
hearts racing
mind blowing, not believing you crossed the unpardonable line.
the BLOODLINE

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Narwhals, Is Chivalry Dead

Narwhals, Is Chivalry Dead?


Narwhals cycle arctic coasts
amidst the icepack
ancient seasoned routes

swordfights, competition, Spring
female conquests are courted
mystic spiral tusks

alphas chose the heartiest
basking in the sun
coastline guides the species well



									Sunshine Williams

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