I know you're out there
we live in worlds that separate us
and times that keep us in the dark
I understand the ways of life
we live our forlorn circumstances
and accept that we're apart
I realize the hopelessness
we live in the fog of days gone by
but still I ache for your embrace
AP: 3rd place 2025
Lone Wolf in society,
Lone, but not alone,
Solo nesting these days,
All normal for the old,
Take care, friends,
Good Samaritans, angels,
True, none walk alone,
Our Lord cares for all,
He hold our hand,
Loving heart, ever young,
Lone Wolf, works for me.....
The lone wolf
By Michelle Morris
20/09/2023
The lone wolf is a blessing
Venturing out to territories new
Creating a stronger gene pool
Creating a better future
Finding a new mate
And finding a new tribe
Exploring the world
And pursuing your vibe
For you are powerful
You are forever strong
For you are the lone wolf
Not for very long
© Michelle Morris, 2023
In this life I'll give more than I'll ever receive
I wear it as a badge of honor, and bare it on my sleeve.
What is love if it don't hold the pain and passion from my youth
That we learn along the way as we find our destined truth.
I sit alone, my eyes wide shut as my thoughts run it's wildest
Is this my life, is this a curse? or am I vaguely well and rounded.
Am I forsaken or am I chosen these are the questions I ask myself
Cuz the future can be iffy and my present needs some help.
But still I stand for the souls who feel down trotted and wholly broken
I give my hand and my heart so that theirs will remain open
I need no gift no praise or platform because I love to see Ya'll win
Even though that they betray me, I soldier up until the end
I may be dumb I may be blind and yes I may be left behind
To them I bless on to the next no regrets and never hide.
a-lonewolf may stand tall
all pride, stride, and thrall
at times in which they fall
a-loneliness starts to crawl
the abrupt long for someone
animating desires to be one
shut down at the sight of ego
default to the outcast hero
Star Maiden was a comfortable loner.
Maybe the original lone wolf.
Which is odd when you realize they mate for life.
It is time to make your position known.
This mantra came to her in a dream.
She was a wolf, running ahead of the pack.
She began to howl. She could feel her power.
She was ready to make her position known.
To unleash herself from the pack.
The others began to yip
She trusted herself and ran off
Utilizing her own energy
Thrilled with her newfound power.
Live the life
where you let others judge and praise
more religiously than God,
with all the shackles of social media
you adorn in blindness,
letting trinkets fill you with ecstasy,
and trends that eventually bend,
and lies smothered with flies.
Boasting faces and places
craving comments
loving hearts and thumbs-up -
'Oooh you traveler'
'Wow you've done that'
'So so cool'.
But freedom you have none;
you live in the glass box
getting visually raped by scrollers
and when you hit a low,
you keep yourself sane -
and feed others a faux visage
that you know they will love.
Honesty isn't always the best policy
when you chase for likes
and thirst for eyes and ayes.
It becomes a drug,
your drug to frick,
letting others drug you,
but hey
this is the beloved curse
of the now.
The lone wolf;
The lean wolf
The big bad wolf am I.
I walk, I prowl,
I stalk, I howl
At the moon in a wind-whipped sky.
Slack of jaw
And sharp of claw
The wicked wolf am I.
I walk, I howl,
I stalk, I prowl
With hunger in my eye.
When the snow drifts
And the wind lifts
You can hear my chilling cry
As I howl and walk
And prowl and stalk
The rabbit running by.
You never see
The other me:
The soft and gentle side.
The she-wolf mother
Who has another
For whom she must provide.
My darling fair
Asleep in the lair
As innocent as a lamb
Must be kept alive
Or she won’t survive.
This too is who I am
This other wolf
This mother wolf
This wolf of the Tundra wild
Who walks the night
In the pale moonlight
Fearing for the life of her child.
The lone wolf
The lean wolf
Returning to my lair
To find my cub
My plump little chub
Softly sleeping there.
solitude is my delight
i thrive on the cover of no one
i revel in my freedom
listening to no ideas but my own
plotting and planning
Fire woman danced wildly, her flames shot skyward.
Lone wolf hunkered down in deep shadows
Popping and kicking, she rose higher than ever
Illuminating the woods in a ultra-luminous glow
Wolf’s yellow eyes stared at Fire woman.
She was powerfully glorious, she owned the woods.
Her flames shot up, disappearing into the cosmos.
The stars accepted them gladly on this cool October eve.
Fire woman laughed with an insanely uninhibited laugh.
Lone wolf watched, wishing she would incarnate into a She-Wolf.
Her self-confidence brought beauty to the forest tonight.
Her flames rose higher, appearing as glowing orange fireflies.
The wind turned her flames in a new direction, pointing to Wolf Man.
Fire woman and wolf were immediately more aware.
Their senses on fire now, anticipating something dangerously exciting.
If only I could transmogrify, Fire woman thought with longing.
Within the hour she had incarnated into a magnificent she wolf.
Lone wolf met her at the top of the hill where they howled at the moon.
I’ve become
a hermit
a recluse
an introvert
almost content
in my refuge
in the safety
of my bubble
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 1, 2020
my wax self is melting
into the oak slats
which never held me up any way
the ones i did not
attend to never understanding
that this day would come
depleted now i give myself
up gladly wondering what will
remain
nothing i used wisely
for i took care of nothing
and no one
which is why
it does not matter any way
i am a lone wolf
flesh and bone
without a soul
i give myself up gladly
-I am the lone wolf that stares up at the moon
I bring the cries at night you hear in your room
Traveling alone through thick and bloom
Though leadership has never brought me doom
I am the one who brings you fright
Beholder of of wisdom is to my right
To all of those who further prevail
I am the lone wolf , my heart in a shell -
-AB
She walks among nocturnal light
Seeking what she may devour
Forever lonely is her plight
Forever does the land she scower
She seeks her mate though he has died
A hunters gun did bring him down
Her grief now has her live this lie
False hope now has her surely bound
She howls now under moonlight rays
For now it is her only friend
The predator now fills like prey
She wonders when this long night ends
8/11/18
For the wolves and the moon poetry contest
Julia Ward sponsor
A lone wolf, I prowl at night, feeding on other’s fears, glorying in my self-absorption. Choose myself over others.
Honor my primal needs. Drumming and stomping. Snarling and baring.
My primal howl is wanting out. I can feel her, chomping ready.
Not ready yet, I quiet her until the
Last flicker of the bonfire goes out.
The only light in the forest now is
The half-moon.
There is an immediate feeling of danger
Surrounding the woods.
The trees are fading. A star and the moon
Are the only lights in a gray and black world.
The moon is ripe. The atmosphere is silent.
No cracks or pops from the fire, no orange from the depths of the grays.
I throw back my head and let loose a howl that would curl your toes if you could hear it.
A primal howl that comes from the depths of my soul, making my own hair stand on end.
It is not enough. I let loose three more howls.
Gratified as I recognize the howl of another lone wolf.
Written August 6, 2018 Entered: Wolves and Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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