Best Ravenous Poems
When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door
Of beauty, paintings, flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most radiant glow
Whilst blighted forests listens to cackles of crows!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Down in the dark valleys, poisoned rivers freeze
Beasts above, seek delicious prey with such ease
Alas! Dare we in futile wish cry tis no so
And in fanciful dreams -beg that peace and love show
Within hope of tomorrows, believe such will cease
For we recall, magnificent heroes of Greece!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Life and Love must walk through darkest days hand in hand
In this our thought to be enlightened world we stand
Not as sheep to be slaughtered at merest of whims
If we fear ravenous sharks in seas we'd not swim
Or during pitch black nights we would cower inside
And miss seeing the heavens and moon's golden ride!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Such temerity would joys of life thus abolish
Do we allow world its false mirrors to polish
Nay! We prove such hatefulness we will not abide
While in arms of love and truth, we with grace reside
Shall we pray that ever greater Light gift us more
On us all, God's sweet mercy Heaven softly pours!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2021
Dark rhyme,
( We may only keep, that which we are brave enough to defend )
This poem was born from blessed inspiration found this morn
While I was commenting to a friend, a very fine fellow poet….
Dewdrops kiss flowery cups and grass shoots
beetling from comatose roots.
Sun smiles with lustrous rays
encouraging poised winds
to blow redolent
arousing scents;
enticing
bug life
back.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
She The Ravenous Queen, That Can Have All My Tomorrows
Ah that creamy chocolate
swirl
of gold-blasted passion,
it fingers roaming and
gifting deep titillating pleasures
with both our lips
that gift honey-breaded
sensational
love
a steaming arena
of delight
your body
its sexy curves
and ravenously
hot
hidden
oasis .....
O' my this soul
seeks none other
than you
my princess
with
that raven-black
smooth hair
luscious lips
ten mile
long
tanned legs
come with me
to our oasis
let us drink of
passion's sensational fruits
whilst
the Heavens
our song plays....
and watch the
fingers of dawn
gently caress
our beating
hearts
as we
seek what our
bodies
so need
you my dearest
my angel
my beautiful
queen.....
shall we forever
see the
rainbows
hear the
melody
and wake
to
dawn's
hot swirling '
breath.....
as we walk along
our white
sand beach
nothing around
but blue
ocean and
birds
we strip down
and upon
the white sand
make feverishly
deep love
just
you and I....
may we
have all
of our tomorrows
be as today
together with both
arms reaching
for that
golden cup of love
and exist in
our
Heaven
upon
our wonderful earth....
tonight dearest
the stars
will shine upon
our two bodies
entwined
upon silky satin sheets
with purest bliss
within
our
two sweet
beating hearts....
Robert J. Lindley, free verse
9-14-2023
Note : This poem is dedicated to the memory of my dear sweet wife that passed away
right at eighteen months ago. I miss her and so deeply and truly love her with my all. RJL
When I sing I sound like prehistoric creature
Fending off attackers, defending each metre
A scary old fellow
As I screech and bellow
So beware my friends I'm a ravenous eater
Jen the human race is in a rush!
Still...
You remain serene
Like the heavenly masterpiece
Painted by God's glorious Brush.
Resurrected tomb inspected but all that was left was a purple covenant torn and tattered
Next to this covenant of wet tears and blood was a letter evidently from his Mother Mary
This letter read: I am sorry, I could not die with you and I know you will see me when the time is right
in the dark when it is neither day nor night. I wrote this letter when you were a little boy to prepare for the worst because I love you so.
I hope when you rise you will realize my intentions were kind and true unto you and even the world to come, please see me before Revelations unveils your true majesty's will
On Easter Sunday a time between day and both night he rose out of sleep and read these words aloud that was laid on top of his heart.
As you know his mother gave him strength more miraculous than any superhero or muscular man,
and when he read his Mother's Will to him a breath of
ravenous wind blew into him from every direction, it was a wind so heavenly like all the angels were calling upon him in a naturist way.
After the wind filled him with everlasting life he sighed and said to God
I died for all sins on earth; men will fear me now more than back then.
He took his tattered robe and clenched onto the dice thrown at his cross.
He rolled them before exiting the tomb and both of them landed as 1 and 3 next to each other.
13 spiritual healing prayers thereafter Mary was visited by his son Jesus.
A ravenous wind stirred up again on New Year's Eve 11:47 13 minutes before 2013.
Who is Praying Now? Then the whole world looked up at the stars in awe and said "Holy Cow!"
Ravenous thief
infiltrating the depth
of our souls
stealing from us the eyes
of our children
silencing the joy
of their smiles
demanding a ransom
for each moment
Chameleon curse
mutating in the midst
of battle
clandestine coward
seeking escape
within the ruins
of the ravaged
Unwelcome usurper
draining life
cowering at the sight
of a pink ribbon
deafened by the sound
of love’s footsteps
shuddering at the scent
of whispered wishes
trembling at the touch
of hope’s embrace
haunted by the roar
of our silent prayer
John G. Lawless
9/13/2015
Time goes sprinting by.
Like an animal it flees.
Seconds Minutes Hours Days.
Quickly ticked away.
The clock is a hungry mouth.
Eating away all the time.
Eagerly it goes.
Swiftly sailing, soaring. Gone.
A thousand years in a blink.
Then your time is spent.
You can only hope to know,
Exactly where your time went.
RAVENOUS
The Corvus Corax,
Traditional symbol of doom.
Calculating and manipulative,
the Raven builds her nest.
Golden branches, silver twigs,
opportunitively taken selfishly.
Groomed well from mother crow,
she sings beautifully for all to admire.
Golden eggs, an heir and spare,
solidify the future.
The Corvas Corax,
Destroys the Forest...Nevermore.
Let go of all your inhibitions
lay your head upon my chest
listen to my heart pang for you
and let my fingers do the rest
slowly moving across your body
tingling inside with your every need
entranced this new found adoration
ravenous, all night, they'll feed
Escaping the darkness
With the wings of an Angel
Salvation is only a step away
However fleeting the moment is
It haunts me in my dreams
The screaming will never cease
She moves in my thoughts
Like water through a ravine
Clean, pure, fluid
She can’t be stopped
The drums beat to war
An army is needed to defend the gates
A bleeding heart epic
Just another way
It’s time to deliver
Now I live for today
I’ve been harkening back to my formative years
Haunting seedy seaport bars in Keelung,
Navigating strange interventions abroad,
While adjusting my ears to an alien tongue.
On the streets of the market the game was afoot.
I bought a gold earring and a butterfly knife,
Then ran after numerous Dead Sea trolls,
The cause and effect of a nautical life.
I came up from nothing to a dozen tattoos.
Their steady ascension tracked the course of my rise.
I’ve sailed through typhoons, both real and imagined,
The toll noticed most by the sad in my eyes.
I struggled hard, then I struggled harder,
Heaving hawsers and mooring lines fast as I could.
There were flirtations with death and sordid disasters.
I learned to sort the bad days from the good.
It brings to mind the moral of that fabled children’s tale
That worried overconfidence and proved what’s fair is fair.
There wasn’t any race between a bunny and a tortoise,
But an existential duel between my patience and thin air.
Sometimes there’s no distinguishing a donkey from an ass.
Be wary of the scuttlebutt that whispers through the murk.
There’s a horrible hunger perched over my door.
I honor that ravenous vulture and feed it my body of work.
Ravenous Flames
Such beautiful, writhing creatures,
devouring the wind that nurtures.
The one element darkness fears.
Their hypnotic invitation;
drawing curious creation...
"Our hunger to fill, come closer."
Tasting prey with tongues that ignite;
morphed to serpants, striking night..
Once succombed, quickened flames now leer.
Arlene Smith
Contest: LIGHT A FLAME!
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
June 11, 2014
Swirling scuffling newspapers
Scrawling in civilized dirt
Alleyways devouring
Discarded stories of hurt
Sunken sorrel skin
Writhing in distended shame
Ingested figments of food
Decomposing depravity’s name
Corroded cans of compassion
Littering hunger pains
Kicked into comatose corners
Prodded by public domain
Flaccid fingers of despair
Folded to somehow convey
God if you can hear me
I haven’t eaten in ten days
An eye set on the now
Surrounded in a forbidden, black elegance
Swiftly scanning the ground below
As reds and yellows ignite the once dark sky
And a thought takes flight
In search of opportunity
Forever; An investigation
Curiously but carefully,
Transformation takes time
But excretes a true form
Foraging a forgotten dream
Once held so close and dear to the heart,
Turned upside down
And uplifted sorrows; Alone with the sky
Feeling real matrimony
They enclosed the circle
As the sun clutched his heart
Freeing past complications
And making life seem so simple,
To just keep on living.