Short Wolves Poems
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The hounds are hungry;
Wolves paws, claws are venomous
Dark is woe bailer
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
28.06.2021
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John G. Lawless
©8/6/2018
Listening to the winter rain
Sit we sombre wolves urbane
To the mountains, long to go
Where we listen to the snow
We are soldiers dancing in the midst of wolves
That can’t decide whether they’re too scared to bite,
Or too hungry to wait.
Deception comes richly,
new lies in its purse
Old wolves on the mountaintop
—Gideon’s curse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
Eyes
burning
in the night;
guttural growls.
Steer clear of the woods
or you may be
dinner for
hungry
wolves!
Wild
I've flown with dragons
Danced with wolves
And roared with lions...
God done saved me
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
0/23/19
small pack of grey wolves
run wild through wooded acres
searching for something
what's in a number contest
january 30, 2020
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Autumn wolves moon song
taps river beats in silver
Dancers of the night
.
beneath the moon's pale silver glow
the wolves sing songs of night
their voices rise through frost and snow
wild shadows born of flight
History winking
On the black velvet water,
No voices are heard;
No wolves laughing in the woods,
Just stars on Deer Lake’s black skin.
"Fox Hired To Guard
The Chickens"
"Shepard Elected To Protect
Wolves In Sheeps Clothing"
"Man Throughs Baby
Out With Bath Water"
Form:
Dvornikov & Putin have a plan
To destroy every body they can
It is their thesis
That bits and pieces
Swept Syrian War Crimes spick-and-span
The weeping widow wept as she tended to his fatal wounds, the winds whispered through the woods, the widows wailing woke the howlings of the wolves.
An urgent message
to the children of God,
be wary of your loathing!
That person whom you condemn
might very well be
a sheep in wolves' clothing.
Let us huddle together
listening to the
hot breath of hunting wolves
not knowing it is we
who breathe so coarsely
so loud
so lost and feral
Power hungry and thirsty
As the wolves lay
In way for their prey
But to their surprise
The prey went another way
And lived to see another day
The Moon inside your eyes is dangerous as mine.
Cannibals, Wolves, Tigers, Cats & Lions.
Let Animals animate.
Don't hunt them.
TmTs
@bryandepoet
the arctic tundra
ravenous wolves surround moose
horrific death comes
For no title haiku contest sponsor Mick Talbot
Written 16th April 2018
The moon's a globule
Assymetrically-specked
Freckled with moonrocks
Wolves roost and shriek off-tuned hymn-- -
Tufts of fear drip-drop elsewhere.
wild prairie wolves howl
crippled this hunting season
moon clouds gathering
at dead spot-
waiting for yowling
wolves
as her notification
sound
for her love’s love
letter
will be sent to a new
application:
a messenger moon
clear blue day
lone moose watches
wolves shadow
*moose and wolves are common in Canada.
Wolves will hunt in packs and can take down a full grown moose.
a forlorn howl
his mate is lost or gone
he is lonesome tonight
she cannot be replaced
the way of wolves
his lament is sad
the moon cries silent tears
Stars light
the beckoning dawn
Shepherds sleep
the wolves have gone
Shadows weave
the morning wind
Eyes reopen
—deep within
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)