Short Werewolf Poems
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Around the corner
beyond the gate
a werewolf woman
without a mate
dark shadows filling
with loads of hate
I hide myself
behind my date.
All bony frame and bristly hair,
like a graying werewolf
or a skinny bear
and you...
so lovely,
so feminine,
so how in the world
did I make you mine?
werewolf reaches his paws in the air
plucking the moon out of her safe place
he has ominous plans, ones I cannot fathom
I fearfully stare as it is happening
vampire verifies vegetable soup
werewolf witches and wizards giving a whoop
‘xtraordinary expectatons ever so sweet
yipping yellow eyes yearning for a treat
are you a werewolf
the maiden asked
we prefer
lycanthrope
he replied
hmm
that´s a
fancy word
from one
with such
hairy hands
she thought
but wisely
didn´t say
when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire
A muzzle
on a werewolf
Will never tame
its bite
Whose jaws retract,
with fangs intact
Enraged,
—to prowl the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Full moon on Christmas
Werewolf chasing Santa's sleigh --
A howling good time
Not for any contest. Just wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a great New Year!
werewolf did not think he was scary enough
He wanted to dress like a pirate or other stuff
Maybe a mummy he said, but he looked so silly
The rest of us laughed are petootsies off said Dilly
At each full moon,
I will soon be
A lunatic.
Covered in hair,
If you dare look,
I bare my teeth.
And on the prowl,
Hear me howling,
So foul to meet.
Jack horne for nette’s than bauk twilight
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
As dusk approaches the coruscating purple fog appears
While creatures great and small undertake their residence of sleep
But in that beautiful ambiance the werewolf scrutinizes
I have chosen Visual 6.
An American Werewolf
In the day I am tired
At night I awake
When the moon is full
My eyes show a clear blue
A glow that make me a lunatic
The moon in all its beauty
The light kisses the skin
Even in America this werewolf feels this way
Dentist
While polishing some canine teeth
and cleaning out some gums.
the werewolf bit down viciously
on the dentist’s thumbs.
Although he bit him brutally,
nothing will transpire.
The patient was a werewolf,
but the dentist’s a vampire!
millions of stars
are similar to our sun - -
teeming universe
a hairy werewolf
stands howling at the full moon - -
silver bullets fly
a new made vampire
drinks blood under the moonlight - -
ashes at sunrise
Jack Horne for Linda-Marie's haiku contest
Taking that spoon of medicine and watching a lot of werewolf movies lately,
oh no another full moon making me howl and act hirsute crazy,
my wife saying not tonight you animal I have a headache and stop acting so cockamamie!
12-17-16
It is a bit of an inconvenience to have
A werewolf living in our refrigerator,
A troll residing in your underwear drawer
And a vampire who reads our mail.
My husband looks up. “That’s right,” he says.
Assuring me that he is indeed listening to my every word.
I'm turning into a werewolf
It's freakin' me out, can't ya see?
My vision of nicety
don't include spicity
of locks gone electrically frazzled.
My soul still feels staid and moral
but if people take note of me
in this state they won't rate
my belongity
the way I think
they think
it should be.
Turn around what do you see?
A rattling skeleton roaming free?
Or a werewolf howling at the moon?
something could get you soon!
Like a witch just seeking her dinner?
Or the deadly reamains of an undead sinner?
So watch your back all Halloween night.
And dont let the monsters give you a fright.
Somewhere, stark in lunar light,
A werewolf wakens from a wight,
And creeps throughout the sleepy night
To give his fellow creatures fright.
Somewhere, hapless sot alone
Through forest stumbles toward home,
Types panicked text on shaking phone...
Somewhere, werewolf gnaws on flesh-ripped bone.
neighbor Sue keeps her man on a chain
tethered to the porch in sun or rain
don’t let him loose, she cautions me
in a full moon, a werewolf he will be…
I felt sorry for him, my neighbor Jim
released him one night, on a crazy whim
He savagely bit my leg, so now there are two
Werewolves to tether for my neighbor Sue
ghoulish woman popped her head out of the lily pond
there were screams from those who had not sensed her
being part Dracula and part ghoul, I knew the macabre was about
another scream;
I noticed what she was holding
a fleshed-off skull, human,
my werewolf side could smell last dollops of blood
I wanted to taste it now
A serial killer Peter Stumpp
more than fourteen bodies he did dump
he ate his prey
or so they say
he was tortured at a callithump
Note: Referred to as the Werewolf of Bedburg, the German farmer confessed to the atrocities after being tortured – was convicted, skinned, bones broken, impaled, burned at the stake, and then beheaded in 1589.
as the lunatic light of the blood red moon
the super blue moon lights up the night
the werewolf stirs
as the light shines on him
slowly transforming him
into a dark dangerous creature
of the lunatic night
ready for his flight
out into the world,
he emerges
snarling
howling at the moon
just another unhinged
werewolf
out for blood today
howling at the moon
At night it captures the moon.
Like a werewolf coming out of a cocoon.
If we are quiet.
We can hear it split.
Into pieces, sharper than before.
It’s not something you can buy in a store.
It’s a treasure that just appears.
Sparkling against our fears.
We fear a cut on our hands.
As we dig through the sands.
We hold it up like a coin.
Then toss it into the water for fish to join.