Short Lone Wolf Poems
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Sound of broken twigs
turned the ears of a lone wolf
Memoir of his ex
tainted his way to true love
sound of broken twigs -- She left
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
One
Lone wolf
Without its
Pack will end up
Sorry and alone;
For the pack will
Save its hide,
Alone…
Doom!
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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
"Soliloquy"
flying solo
the lone wolf sound
envelops me
poetically
inside
the Labyrinth
some kind god speaks
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
on dark moon night
lone wolf trots to his den ---
mockingbirds sing
(c)
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by: nette onclaud
The sun sets below the evergreens
Moonlight dimly glows in forests
The crickets sing their sweet songs
Predators roam the night
The leaves flow freely
The lone wolf howls
Beautiful
Nature
Peace
The sun sets below the evergreens
Moonlight dimly glows in forests
The crickets sing their sweet songs
Predators roam the night
The leaves flow freely
The lone wolf howls
Beautiful
Nature
Peace
The lone wolf has been an icon of self reliance,
independence and authority defiance,
when in reality, the lone wolf leads a very harsh life indeed.
The lone wolf is alone because the pack forced it to leave.
a howl woke me
startled, I listened….
nothing
What was that?
Werewolf?
Pack of wild dogs?
Lone wolf?
Fright filled the room
I felt threatened
Sleep was illusive
I had no idea
The howl came from me
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Lone Wolf of the spoken word
Crouching in darkness
—one verse in the herd
Stalking his prey
far into the night
Attacking with feeling
—that forever bites
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Panic stations
Uneasy the herds where packs rode
Panic stations
Packs close ranks when lone wolf notions
Disrupt the pecking order mode
It's the lone voice that bears the load
Panic stations
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Fierce Angel
With a sinister look
But amiable open book
Dangerous sharp glare
But so much love to share
Seriousness of a lone wolf
Playful & peaceful like a dove.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2018.
centipede crawling --
it's many legs on the move --
still can't outrun me.
lone wolf howling is
a reminder to treasure
the friendships i have.
fireflies: beacons
of the night that help to guide
the lost soul towards home.
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
Afraid of heart-break,
who,
the lone wolf?
it couldn't be,
not me!!
I'm
cocky,
confident,
care-free.
An overwhelmingly,
magnificent
poetic marquis..
You see what I mean....:-]
Jared Pickett
12/05/2010
Asavvy1
All powerful lemonade
Turned Bill into a renegade
Warlock instantly chastised
Interest in him on the rise
Lone wolf now, will run with pack
Mom wanted her baby back.
Hear that howling in the hill?
Bill runs loose and always will
I
Would paint
A lone wolf,
Silver grey and
Strong. He sits watching
Me at the edge of the
Wood, as a mist rises from the
Ground. Above the trees the moon is
Bright, yet the trees are still bathed in
Shadow. White stars shine in the ink black sky.
Isn't it interesting,
Love my weakness,
When it is a means to and of strength,
PATHETIC is the lone wolf who sharpens his claws for the heart of a woman who pleads on her knees,
For pathetic are the wicked who push you to fall when you're already down.
To see how you motivate,
you represent all that I admire;
Drew a line through any doubt,
fuel to see the lighting of your fire;
Zone of self confidence,
lone wolf but willing to share,
Undertone so very patient,
showed me you’re beyond compare.
A lone wolf rising in ashes of ancient writings planting her crop. Forged in blood, salty sweat, and ink some say related to iron ore rock. Some tried modeling this wolf but her keen sense kept a dreaded clock. A world can only hold one mold. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
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.....
I was getting the wind but was myth
As he odium me was the real truth
Lone wolf I remained, solo from reality
And suffered the pain of libel..!!!
Conk-out he did and joined another chum
The truth kept me soothe
I shivered in the ail of conk-out and zest
And ebbed in this dark cosmos..!!!
the elk
cub misses
the herd's retreat-
a lone wolf howl calls to
the pack
NOTE:A cinqku is an 'English language 'version of a tanka with 17 syllables 2;3;4;6;2
no title and last two(or three) lines being a surprise/comment on the first three
lines &was created by American poet Denis Garrison