Best Wendigo Poems

It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation
Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation.
Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the
Lingering slowing pulse of the flat liners final vibrations.
Engorging itself on the fiendish terror, unleashed by this
The devil’s own kindred son!
Dare not look into his hollowed out eyes, turn away from
This misshapen abomination, with...

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The wendigo moves through the forests of night,
Through haunts of shadows and dreams;
Through dark valleys and past frozen rivers and streams
Where it can be seen in the faint moonlight
By the unlucky and the doomed and the damned.
For it feeds on the souls, so old legends have said,
Of the tormented, the lost and misled
In the cold...

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Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that he’s been on.

He’s taken down many a whitetail,
but most people would be intrigued to know
about the time that Johnny tussled with
and then ate a god-damned Wendigo!

It happened about ten years...

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As nights grow long on Lac la Biche, 
the lake it freezes, the snow it falls 
and the wind she always blows. 
Wolves howl through long cold dark,
and prowl neath Aurora's flicker, 
yet fearsome more than
winter and wolves
there comes a man, 
no longer man, 
they call the 
Wendigo.

The waning moon rose over 
a frigid land...

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Beautiful roses come alive in the spring
In forest of echoes nightingale will sing
Rose smell is as divine as something one extol
Their beauty is warm sets fire in your soul

But winter will not be as easily forgot as flowers unveil 
The winter is time of difficulty but also of ballad and tale
Beyond psychological doors open wide
In...

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...Johnny just shrugged, took out his Bowie knife,
and started carving off meat for a meal.
He built a fire and roasted back-strap,
it tasted strangely like pork, and like veal?

He ate until he could swallow no more,
since he knew not when he would find a trail,
even roasted more pieces to take along
for the hours when his strength...

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12/6/22

Let it snow
Worldwide not just in Mexico
No matter if it's one hundred or ten below
Always set to go
Ready to shred a foe
From head to toe
She thought she did but she would never know
Because the thought didn't ever rose
Still a mystery like the Wendigo
It's no fault in the genetic code

Losing my own mind
No it's not going...

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Yeren for a long winter
when the abdominable
snowman just sasquatch
of his feet yeti
chowed down another
bigfoot long hotdog
...

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