Growls Poems - Poems about Growls

... cat hisses at dog dog retaliates growls at the fending purring 07/14/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025© ......

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... You came in loud like that was wise— just flung your muddy paws around, all growls and spit and cow-dumb eyes. You came in loud. This isn't turf. It’s neutral ground. Your claws too dull to ......

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...“Do you know where hell is?” Lee Marvin growls in headsets. New Year, sixty-eight. Hauling freight ten thousand high, bomber out of Platts, NY, is cruising over white. “Far out,” (someone on in......

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...Spot Dreams I watch his paws twitch ears upright listening his soft growls, he corners his prey even in sleep he dreams the cat can’t escape ......

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...I thought I ended this darkness, locking it in an abyss all its own. Rain falls, growls of wolves echo, snapping, gnashing their teeth at my heels. Sister with outstretched hands, you wolf in sh......

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..."Where does it hurt?" She asks, clipboard like a shield, pen cocked like a firing pin. "Here," I say, pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage. Not the lungs. Not the liver. The place wh......

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...(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!......

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...Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn, his eyes mindlessly staring out the door, it was July of 1889, and new work young Lester now had to find. He’d left Jud’s ranch when he refused to pay, did......

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...Once, sat and thought, a hairy brute, wearing not, a well-tailored suit. In grunts and growls, he said, "I suppose, if thumb and fingers should oppose, it would not be so very dumb", and paten......

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...I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someon......

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...Serpents, scorpions and owls are things I can’t endure. The contents of a bovine’s bowels, albeit as manure, or monks in over-shady cowls, their faces kept obscure, the sex-life of the larger......

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...Glass towers stretch like ambitions piercing smog-filtered dreams. Footsteps echo on concrete— rhythms of lives weaving, colliding, dissolving. A stranger’s glance, a child’s laugh slicing thro......

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...Life is beautiful because even though it is cloudy, I know that the sun is still there. Life is beautiful because, yes, I am driving in my car, but I am also racing the squirrel on the side of the r......

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...I am the monomaniac who masticates edges of my own mandible to keep from swallowing you whole… I feel the hunger crawl through me, a hot hellish hold— pressing its way out of my ribs. —but ......

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...Broken mirrors crush me under deceptive appearances, mutilated wisdom whistles hesitantly, the heron gropes, flying through fragile fantasies and follies lost in the penumbra Penumbra that pulses,......

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