Short Growl Poems
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The wolf wind rakes its teeth
across the stanchions of paper birches
seeming to peel strips of bark
rolling back the pristine white flesh
to the tanned heart.
I have heard enough of your growl;
I am well aware of your prowl.
When you wear angry frown,
You appear like a clown.
Why waste time expecting my howl?!
It's Hard To Grasp
How This Field
Of Probability, Uncertainty
And Super-Position...
***Insert Eons***
Has Created This Monstrous
Need For Validation.
ROAR!
-Gray Squirrel
09-04-2025
Listen to poem:
getting
more and more
protective
particular
and selective
with my time
truth is
i refuse
to have others decide
how to squander
what I have left
life is too short
to waste
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
The solemn night's silence was
broken,
As needles pierces with a shrieking
sound bespoken.
So the growl of the wolverine breakthrough
the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of a
nightmare awoken.
A cheetah was caught on the prowl,
Enticing the females with growl.
He’d vanish by night,
To mate with delight~
A lifestyle that makes others howl.
Written on: June 8th, 2025 8:13:00 AM
Contest: Out on a Lim
Contest Judged: June14th, 2025 4:53:00 AM
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placement: Second
I am getting hungry y’all.
I have no food in the house.
I wonder why I have to order out.
Laugh out Loud
Colloquium
I am getting hungry you all.
I have to order out.
I have no food in my house.
LOL
Acronym
I am hungry y’all.
I have ordered out.
Still no food in my house
Don’t you dare laugh out.
Corrected
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Penned on May 01, 2014!
Sky, why are thou angry so much?
Growling at my soul this much
I feel it's comfort as such
I put my hand to feel the touch
Pita pata rain drops to the ground
Don't care it is squared or round
A pleasant environment is what you found
A track of light I saw touching the ground
Come my dear to enjoy this
With a boat ride with me
Making sounds as pita pata hiss
Nobody enjoys as much as we
The rockets rain down again
With explosions ripping then
And the war dogs growl and rage
With another war in Palestine’s page
Hamas strikes and kills
With civilian blood that spills
Do we see justice again
Or just more hearts hardened then
There are justifications made on each side
With fists pumping against what they cannot abide
And what is left for the world to see
Faces pleading staring back at me.
© Paul Warren Poetry