Best Wolfman Poems

It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his 
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling 
like a wounded beast...

pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands......

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A car door opens
her long shapely leg steps first  
this is love or lust 

The heart beat flutters
he watches each moves she makes
deep within he sighs

Which move shall he make
I am so sorry Wolfman
this tail is taken

Her name is Molly
she does tricks for her...

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Soon the sun will set and the moon will rise.
Stay safe and stay here or he will find you.
Sleek silver hunter with red rabid eyes
The sun starts to set. The moon starts to rise.
He growls lupine rage. This predator spies
his victim, alone. He leaps straight...

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Nightfall was here,
The reward for his habitual labor was well on its way,
Storming through borders,
Invading backwards cities,
Collecting pieces and parts,
Digesting human heart.

Suddenly his hot lit eyes,
Spotted an unusual sight,
Her reflection off the quiet lake,
Stifled his appetite,

His nostrils flared exposing smoke,
For autumn’s chill consumed his cloak,
He...

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Sitting by his burned fire logs red embers glow and morph into visual stimulus.
Wolfman is sated on venison and has meat hung for jerky in his log home.
Wolfman is pleased with his skill in hunting and survival in the wilderness.
If his buddies could see him...

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With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge

Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf

Languished captive, no hope of escape

The power of love grows stronger still

Helpless, against his own will.

Inflamed with savage desire

He catches a glimpse of her through the trees

With a wildly pulsating heart...

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As the wolves continued to hunt in their pack
There was nothing that they would lack
They found a man who would join the nightly hunt
Raiding the forests in their nightly jaunts
No, fear did they seem to display
Hunting at night and sleeping  by day
As each early...

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It was the night of the full moon,
When he would go a-hunting.
He was not always seeking prey,
But he was hunting something.

There was a glade deep in the wood,
With a lovely little pond,
And she would come when it was dark,
And of her he'd grown quite fond.

They...

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The moon glistened with pride
Burning thru a blackened sky
The world oblivious to his stride
Upright, all fours, n back
Panting n snorting like distorted dogs in a hunt ahead the pack
The light flickering thru the trees 
Closing in like an enviable attack til claws greet a trunk...

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Living in the wild
walking circles trying to find
a place to lay his head
where the night would ease his mind. 
Not of this world
lost in a silent dimension
Like an adolescent boy
beyond his comprehension. 
He is superhero undergoing
transformations
Confused at his purpose in life
born with no invitation. 
A...

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The wolves were hunting food
And sighted grazing sheep;
The pack encircled them,
Deciding which to keep.

As Wolfman joined the hunt,
The leader brought one down,
And killed it in a flash -
It died without a sound.

The leader took his share,
Then others had their fill,
And Wolfman tried raw meat,
Expecting to...

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Crisp night swirls leaves thru the air, the message's in the wind.
Something weird has happened today, the wolfman's  in a spin.
He stopped by the vet who washed and detangled all his hair
Cut and snipped his ragged nails - not much, while he was there.
As...

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You carnivorous beast
Do not approach me
I must love
But the other form
You eat so wrong
Both hands
Into the mouth it goes
Rare meat
Painful to watch
As whomever it was
Horrifies me
Please just go away
I’ll catch you on the return
I’ll await your transformation
To normal life
But is it really normal
Is it worth...

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When is it enough?
Or is it that someone is telling you you can't have it?
Lay your pride down on the ground.
Fur will only take you so far.
Make trash of those fangs.
Antelopes move north tonight.
No. I'm not coming....

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She stopped smiling as soon as she picked up the subtle slow opening of the front door.  Jake, her grown up three-year-old stopped playing. He looked at his mother, to see if she was okay.  They both heard the first step into the...

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