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Hooded Poems - Poems about Hooded

The hooded figure waits




A hooded black robe to the ground

Standing looking without a sound 

Whose turn is it in their final fall 

Waiting potently for their last call



Do you see the signs in the sky written

Or a scripture that was at home driven

I walk towards the setting sun

And can’t fail to see a world undone



Do I slip wanting

Categories: hooded, anger, angst, future, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Hooded Pitohui

Black and orange passerine with red eyes
                               In the woods of

Categories: hooded, beautiful, beauty, bird, flying,
Form: Tetractys

Keeping the Beast Full

Darkness pours over the horizon,
the sun slips away.
Driven by consuming hunger,
a monstrous beast, lies in wait.
Hooded men in the choir,
weave webs from their lips,
while the hurst creeps by slowly,
in a seemingly endless parade.
On high hills, in colossal mansions,
live the soulless, adorned with magnetic bright eyes.
Veiled under a black blanket,
the soullest consume their prey,
they must feast

Categories: hooded, confusion, corruption, death, fear,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

My Hooded Towels Hobby

My Hooded Towels Hobby

There are so many things I love to do...
     write poetry, create with art and more,
like sewing...awesome hobby while I make 
     fine hooded towels for my daughter's store.

A quaint established shop at the east end;
     her hand-poured soaps of

Categories: hooded, cute,
Form: Rhyme

The Hooded and the Civic

A hood on Mount Hood
wearing a hood hammered the
hood of a Honda.

A cop from Kansas
climbing in the Cascades caught
the recalcitrant.

The cop received a 
commendation, and the hood
a long vacation.

Categories: hooded, car,
Form: Haiku

A Hooded Dream

Africa mother Africa 
Africa of scrumptious haven 
Slowly stretched 
Into an unscrupulous savannah 

Africa of whom my grandmothers 
Now sits and cry 
Singing her present gore 
Silhouette against her ancient glory

Your blood flows on our streets 
And on our streams
Your beautiful black blood 
That in time past flows in our veins	

Africa that birthed warriors 
Of

Categories: hooded, africa, conflict, hurt,
Form: Narrative

Hooded Chair

Once crafted by a French,
It was imbued with a curse,
On a equinox midnight,

Agent of Death on its way came to 
rest,
upon the 13th hooded chair it sat,
and left some of its magic when it 
left,

Abrupt when the owner stole a 
glance,
He mistook the figure for a burglar,
And went swiftly to the chair to 
inspect,

Finding nothing

Categories: hooded, blue,
Form: I do not know?

Life Is a Hooded Sweatshirt

I wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood is up I feel safe from the outsiders. That’s why

Categories: hooded, life,
Form: Free verse

The Hooded Warrior

What am I?
Who am I?
I am the hooded warrior.
I strike with such charisma,
I am the inhibition taking enigma.

Who am I?
What am I?
I'm also called the dark knight.
Unknowingly, I approach surprisingly.
Cloak and dagger warrior,
can you see me?

What am I?
Who am I?
The staff of the reaper grim.
A magical staff here for you,
I'm outside, please let me in!

Who

Categories: hooded, life
Form: Free verse