Best Hounds Poems
There’s a howling in the air tonight
A baying at the moon
For the hound is running free again
And his voice has joined the tune
Of a thousand other voices
That echo through the years
And a certain blue-tick calling
– She’s calling through my tears
They’re in the backwoods running now
Like in a younger age
Baying on the trail with joy
As they did just yesterday
With their feet, like wings, a'flying
As they gulp the happy air
Wild-eyed little maniacs
Without a worldly care!
Do you hear them now, my darling?
Do you see them in the fields
The sun upon their shadows, the wind
Blowing through their ears?
As you know you’ll always see them
And hear them from afar
Romping through the atmosphere
From star to shining star
Now they pause in listening silence
As if they seem to sense
The presence of our memories
In the near but distant past –
For their memories, as such they keep
Are as near as mine today
Which holds them still, while still I weep
For my hounds of yesterday –
Categories:
hounds, dog, loss, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.
Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.
Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.
-10/14/2013-
Categories:
hounds, beautiful, beauty, cry, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
The Hounds of Hell Released
Blood-spattered feathers on broken wings,
and the Age of Angels and Light was undone.
A black mantle of terror and darkness descended,
as the red-hot lips of hell opened wide, belching out
war-thirsty hounds that shredded peace to pieces.
10-31-2015
Contest: In 5 Lines or Less #1 (Picture This)
Sponsor: SKAT A
Placement: 6th
Categories:
hounds, dark, death, evil, horror,
Form:
Free verse
My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.
I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal cliche for slight effect.
But their hunger goes unsated...
I lay waste my self-respect.
A few platitudes and twaddle
Are quickly gobbled by the beasts.
I make an honest effort at contrition
To give aid to my relief.
But my words of self-castration
Seem to energize the hounds.
I further try to appease and quantify...
But I'm losing precious ground.
I prostrate a harried confession.
My delusive sins are now a flood.
The wolf stands menacingly astride my door...
The beast has tasted blood.
Again... I apologize now threefold times
Using paper, pad and quill.
But it matters not to feed the beasts...
The hounds are barking still.
The End
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Categories:
hounds, anxiety, culture, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate -
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.
Categories:
hounds, 11th grade, school, student,
Form:
Rhyme
Categories:
hounds, funny
Form:
Light Verse
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
Categories:
hounds, dark, evil, horror,
Form:
Verse
quick brown urban fox
dodges howling hounds from hell
crossing motorway
Categories:
hounds, city, urban,
Form:
Haiku
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
Categories:
hounds, people,
Form:
Verse
"When the demons of hell send out their call -
do they mention you by name ?
Are you fearful in their presence -
or do you love to play their game ?
Do they come because they haunt you -
or because you invite them in ?
Are you the end result of hell-
or from where it all begins ?
I hate this world for all its lies and the twisted tales of truth
I despise the rules and all the lies I was preached to in my youth.
People push all of my buttons and act surprised when I get mad
They have no idea the rage and the hatred that I’ve had
For all of those bastards who impose their foolish rules
And for all of their followers who listen to these fools
Who are they to tell me right -
or demand some dues to pay
F*** them and their dumb ass games
cause I’m not gonna play .
I’ve been knocked down, pushed around
and had my share of strife
But you’ll never see me on my knees
as I walk this path of life
I’ll stand up tall and bare the load
of all that I must face
I’ll suffer through this wretched world
with honor, poise and grace
Don’t waste your breath informing me
Of how your rules apply
You can ram those up your puckered hole
that never sees the sky
So hold onto your asses now
and expect no sympathy
You’ve shown me no kindness
so expect the same from me"
Categories:
hounds, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Be sure your deeds do not awaken,
The Morrigan and her hellhounds,
As then, your soul is forsaken!
So deep within conscious abyss,
Where the secrets of dreams reside,
Devoid of innocent remiss.
Avenging huntress comes alive,
With straining hounds that call the night
As she seeks who cannot survive.
Her eyes are watching from the gate,
And piercing through a moonless night,
She sees the souls poisoned with hate.
Retribution comes from her hand,
On hearts corrupted by the lies,
Keeping pure Avalon’s land!
Form: Enclosed Triplets
Categories:
hounds, faith, mystery,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Hell hounds (Than-Bauk)
Hell hounds at large
Cop must charge right
And lunge to fight
By Dr Ko Ko Thein (U.S.A)
Salt Lake City
Categories:
hounds, metaphor,
Form:
Than-Bauk
Paula Swanson
Contest Name
Unleash
Unleash the hounds
Unleash the hounds, said Jones and frowned,
His wife was then escaping,
Running off with grandpa Joesy Brown,
And his bloody teeth were shaking,
Sprang in the swamp a Croc. did chomp,
I’ll talk about it later,
Jonesy’s wife, was on for a romp,
Was she a hot potater?
Toothless now the Croc. said “how.
Will I be masticating,
Tin leg bunged up me teeth for chow,
Me union rep. is waiting,”
On bended knee, Jones saw she,
An he started wailing,
She put him out of misery ,
Great love, sure is unfailing.
Categories:
hounds, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Federal infirmary
Cuckoos counting the clock
Helicopter choppers
And interstate police
My baby was thin skinned
Brain drained and paranoid
The cops came to the place
Knocking like street busters
I was sitting cosey like ghostbusters
Door frame, and the letter of the law
This game no more
Dont need to provoke or prove a point
Leave me be
This tribe has had its time
I'm moving off
Where the sunset goes
Categories:
hounds, allegory, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Out of her hounds tooth, slanderous slobber
Utilizing her foot paws, she toenails the ice
Transcending into the deep, would surely silence her
Save her chattering mouth tick, accompanied by cracks
Imagining each step twice, she cautions
Daring looks backward for telling traces of breakage
Evil had yet seen what lurks beneath
Reels she, with pitch and rotation falls full
Slipping into the creature’s fang, she rolls
Unnerved, she hears the crunch of her rule, changing hands
Matching her closed mouth to the pain
Morph-inflicted through another,
Oscillating she disappears immeasurably
Near death returns to the belly
If consequences denounced, are affirmed
Naked will, is gliding through the torrential waves
Grub-Broken spirit, is no longer her concern
Terse, having but one breath to gasp
Once tender morsels are regurgitated
Reminders of a coward’s prayer
Trip, fall silent amidst the internal hate
Usurped they press forward, amongst forgotten names
Rusty pieces dance between the guiles of myth
Eventually
Repositioning, once again
Swallowed up by impregnated blame
Twice In shadows, neath a flowing stream
Obtuse this float, the entrails, tail and claw
Gather near the bend of endless screams
Evening tide the beast is but the devils dream
There is not, in truth, just here, as all there is
Heartfelt vile sup-positioning in formal fashion
Encased in hollow howls of woe and misery
Re-envisions untold atrocities here on planet passion
Total Fiction
Submitted for consideration in Deborah Guzzi’s
“Something wicked this way comes” Contest
Categories:
hounds, visionary
Form:
Acrostic