Best Werewolves Poems

Starving amber eyes that drink oasis scraps 
  Thrown from her cast off demeanour to fall 
Upon the bare heart scape which formats and maps 
  The course of true love, or of nothing at all. 
I am monkshood drawn, snared willingly onward,...

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Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark,
prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the...

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The moon is full
And all the werewolves are out
It’s time for transformation
Ye mother, ye fathers
Do not be in a haste to vouch for us
For the werewolves you know not
Until the dance of the full moon

We dance at every full moon
Believe me, you know us, though...

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There are werewolves among us, or so it is said.
Not unlike what you conjure when you think “lycanthrope”.
They plot and they scheme for the blood they will shed;
they lurk in the shadows and feed on lost hope.

Their lens to the world is a skewed microscope.
They're...

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Today I got to watch one of the most pathetic displays

Of human dignity, morals and character, that my eyes they  have 'ever' beheld

It was like being in the midst of a safaris jungle, within a surreals disbelief

Watching these certain cannibalistic animals, running wild and...

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All Hallows’ Eve, the thirty-first, and shadows dark abound.
The fog was lurking everywhere, the full moon could not be found.
I was walking through the park when I felt them all around.
And the night got very quiet ‘til I heard that awful sound.
	And it sounded a...

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As we are trap
By the moonlight
We run for miles
Some of us are friendly
And some are evil
We try to be humans
But we are to different
From everyone else
We don’t like to be freaks
We wanted to be normal
Like everyone else
Our eyes are pitch black
We love to run
By the...

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when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire...

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At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets
The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell
Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells
Where the air does not go through sealed windows
No, my friends, I'm not dreaming;...

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When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it.
When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets.
He also uses silver bullets to stop outlaws from committing crimes.
But he uses those...

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Wild were-women roaming in the hills, cliff dwellers around 
Avoiding banshee ghost riders, sniffing for them in earthy ground.
Shushing there were-pups lest their hidden unnatural selves be found.
Banshee ghost riders suddenly shush, listening to a baby were-wolf sound.
Heading toward a large crevice, which leads to...

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A nice cruise from New York, I thought

From down by Pier two-one

I thought I'd head to England

For a good old spot of fun

An Ocean trip, some nice fresh air

Eleven days at sea

I thought this would perfect to

Help inspire me

I'd never been to Europe

So I did...

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They said the party was to be 
the biggest of the year 
Planned up in the mountains
it would cause more fright and fear 
Everyone in town had been invited to attend 
To meet their brand new neighbors
have a chance for all to blend 

The ghoulish...

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It's impossible
Lost within a family
Werewolves in taverns
Cause the full moon at my house
Impossible to survive...

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SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER 

          walking upon the moors of Scotland    i saw a sprite who
became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie:  kissing
therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn:   shedding her skin--     
saltire!
I when to Restaurant Andrew Fairlie -- 
manager said...

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