Howls Poems

I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds

I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds,
My veins are mapped by serpents, my pulse beats to the rhythm of forgotten beasts,
All who fear kneel, but I stand untamed in the midst of the storm,
Unsculpted by the hand of time, unyielding in the face of attempts to

Howls

howling storms of fear 
ricochet through old farmhouse 
even the floors creek

The Wolf of Gershon Howls

Though his tone is quite gregarious
And his intent softly nefarious
He is ever so meek
His tongue in his cheek
His double entendre hilarious 

Summer Howls

like a round brass gong
afternoon sun burns in sky~
tarmac road steaming

dry leaves swirl around
canals and pools lie distraught~
lands yawn, mouths open

Under Soft Moonlit Skies, Lonely Howls Heard

Under Soft Moonlit Skies, Lonely Howls Heard

Within wolfen heart, her hellish hunger arose,
ultimate power to destroy as yet unknown-
she lit her candle and caressed a red rose
crying in the light, far away her dreams had blown,
yet mercy and future shed a torrent of tears-
as streams formed, away melted life's darkest fears.

Watching as golden moon, its

The Dark Wood

In that wood so dark and deep 
where ne'er but silent shadows sleep 
there spectral images e'er do creep
in that darkened wood so deep
In that wood of shadows long 
where ghouls and ogres there do throng
there where spells are cast in song
there in that wood of shadows long
In that wood so still and dark 
where

Sing With Howls of Wind

Consumed in flash madness
I started to climb the mountain 
from trivial to acute throes of life
at the peak none was sad
I want to sing, I want to cry
with the howls of wind
an urge to jump, free as a bird
for the last glance, I turned
Found I never left.

The Wolf Howls To the Moon

I can feel the wolf as it howls to the moon
It looks like a good luck sign
But, the wolf will not stop howling because it is his defense

Triple H Howls Through Europe

Triple H is howling her fury
Heating up Europe
Helping them to shut down
Having her way 

Triple H is smiling and smug
Heating up houses 
Helping babies to be miserable
Having to sit on their mamas

Triple H is loving her power
Heating up tempers
Helping people to argue and fight
Having no control over their anger

Howls

Howls 


The wolf howls
An innocent, painful cry
Mocking the lamb
Soft is it’s wool
Grass is in its mouth

Deception in its eyes 
Lies, despised  
Cold as winter’s snow
It’s colors shall come to light
Straw, stick and brick
It sought the three little pigs 
Pink, bubble gum is its shade
Plump ,jelly and merry are they

It eats the still beating heart
A

The Wolf Howls To Be Shepherd

This is power in words that speak the truth 
begging to the bone of its essence cold justice 
a brain washed mass of society have followed the pied piper 
when certain rights have been removed 
time is running out for real democracy 
to be in any shade effective 
corruption is the source of chaos 
when

Light Cowers As Darkness Howls At the Night

Well I just can't decide
 if I wanna live or I'm gonna die
It's hurting like a disease
 and I really need to fly
So I'm searching for a reason
 to give life one more try
But all I get is pain
 disappointment yet again
      So it seems like it's the time, to

Awaken To the Biting Wind Howls

Awaken to the biting wind howls 
while the sky darkened and the thunder scowls.

The distance sounds of birds flock across the darkened sky. 
Sounds of crunching over the earth startled awake an owl to fly.

Flash of lighting then the sound, sending waves of fear, a pulsing heart;
 lost in the darkness, of pounding rain, and

Silent Howls - a Warewolf's Tale

Moon's gleam flooding the dusk
    lighten the heavens and hell alike;
He feared no more as his spirit demised
    submitting to shadows, thinning the wike;
He has no soul to shed a tear,
    for his first prey had bore their heir;
Memories haunt the maddened slave
   

Poetry Howls

When I first heard of “poetry howls,” I said to myself, “how sad”; is poetry meant to wake the dead or liven the living (though I’ve read of the living dead)?  haven’t we enough noise around to confound and confuse a universe of smaller sounds, en train thoughts, low sung birds?  haven’t we

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