Beast Poems - Poems about Beast

wrapped in courtesy and generosity a brutal predator protected from you by a code to cherish the tender and vulnerable the shining knight you give your love the dark monster you keep your dirty secret where passion flows is not your choice you chose, though prey he consumes princess he adores vile angel chivalrous beast match made in heaven and hell true love ...

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Sun slowly peeps its head in the east, Bird barbet flies towards its nest, ...

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The Zebra has a puzzling name, Alphabet letters strangely cast, It finishes off with the first, After starting off with the last! The Zebra is a cunning beast, It blends with the waving grass, With stripes upon its body and head And even stripes upon its – legs! ...

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he brove a garrid oom deemotted uve and lookied goom eek eek he seddle as his bladed morble hoom around the camp fire all agogged this tale hooed awoy awoy then fobble fo such gory scary tooed he brove a garrid oom his beast now dead by morble blade hay hay to victory and all aglad they stayed ...

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The Beast is in the yard. Says he's a vegetarian, But I wonder at the blood. He has a verbiage that means naught! As a Beast, He eats a lot. My neighbors, friends, and workers disappear! Their wives...

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Hanging hope on garden roses Licking love from silver spoons On the run in tundras frozen Throwing howls at the moon No true way to leave the castle Though you came here on your own Sometimes you are a prisoner Sometimes you’re on the throne Though his rugged mange offends you His venom’s nothing new Still he keeps...

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The thunderstorm slows, the rain abates There is that eerie wind, then silence that follows like a stray dog and you remember screaming as the rain poured in cursing, every curse you knew. And now all is silence, a steady drip in the kitchen And the raving maniac that you became is quiet, the fire forgotten for now But like the storm the...

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She needs someone. She needs someone to show her how to live, and be brave. She wants someone to love, and to cherish, forever. He needs someone. He needs someone to show him how to love, and accept those feelings. He wants someone to stay with him, and be there when he needs them most. They're missing each other. All they need is to find each...

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The voice to skull, a ceaseless chant/ Echoes rise, but I shan't recant/ Technology presses, it tries to control/ Yet my psychic mind remains whole/ They yield body possession, twisting form/ Emotion manipulation, their raging storm/ But through astral wars, where shadows creep/ Unyielding, undefeated, my soul does leap/ Assassins strike, yet I defy/ Surviving wounds beneath the sky/ They call me the Antichrist/ A beast...

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The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengeance, It struggles under my grip, a relic of extinct empires, growling glyphs older than rivers. When I dare to drip her name on parchment,...

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On the day four beasts fell… Their tails whipping the sky in smoke Consumed by their own fire Such commerce Brought down an ancient spire Little did the beasts care A mighty success 5 years prior When just one was saved From confusion and mire For as the cock crowed In a mourning flame If they would’ve recognized a sun They...

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Walking alone in the dark tonight, The beast in me is wide awake. Roaming alone for a bloody brawl, No one remains on the insane couch. Misery strikes with a familiar swell, Standing alone as thunder strikes. Fighting for a way out, Losing again is not my fault. I'm all alone; no one knows. I'm all alone, just skin and...

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What creates a mood better than music A tonic to fill the empty spaces and writer’s block What transports the words better than music As Elton, Paul and Cole have shown — its gift to reign supreme (The New Room: March, 2025) ...

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Step Outline- Hiking Trail (A Horror) Prologue Ext. Woodland Park, Upstate California- Sunset It’s mid-autumn, hot. A week before school starts, there’s a family gathering. A young woman is arguing with her father. She’s holding onto her food. Then, she grabs her purse and storms off. Her father calls after her, but she’s heading into the mouth of...

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At the center of forgotten crossroads, in the valley of Shadows of the Moon, the beast within wakens from its abode, gazing skyward, howls its sorrowful tune. Silently, it prowls the cold, lonely vale. All the time, it watches, it sees and waits. It breathes in and exhales, breathes in, exhales, and mourns the absence of its mate. Heed—but don't gaze at its...

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