Werewolf Poems - Poems about Werewolf

The clouds were moving swiftly across the darkened sky The howling wind raced through the trees the leaves were flying by His heart was beating like a drum that pounded in his chest Trying to release the demon long ago at rest His body started to convulse it shook without control In one more minute he would lose the last part of his soul Transformed into a...

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The werewolf hunter came to town to help the people fight The moon was getting larger and would soon be full and bright Those vicious hairy beasts would savage townsfolk all night long But now they’ll find they’re up against a man who’s sure and strong The werewolf hunter went to work and got himself an aide He gave the...

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Why is that bolt of fabric bolted to the ground? I did not realize the guy was a werewolf until he turned around. I wanted to bolt, but I had to be politically correct, right? His teeth were enormous; they gave me a Halloween fright. "It’s got witches on it, they come alive," he growled toward me. His two canine...

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Tonight's a full moon And I'll stop and I'll swoon When I see that big ball of white 'Cuz it's that time once again To come out of my den And stir up a frenzy or fight Yes, the moon's nice and full And though things have been dull It's time I came out of my lair I'll stay out half the night And give...

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Eerie howls in the evening, a corpse left by the road. The gumshoes would follow up, but the case always went cold There were rumors of madmen, and horror stories by droves, But the most likely culprits were the town's band of werewolves. Nobel was a large, burly werewolf who broke the main rules. He hunted alone at night,...

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Slode's new poem: Bug-man Tarantula Phantom motion seeking assembled characters Catatonic semi-demonic the fervent priorities Damned by honesty and crowned the duke of chill Something happy how fast a picnic can run out of stock On the sale of the green belt on the sails of a pirate ship A land who said i ll feed you just keep me as...

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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...

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1/19/23 Getting through endeavors Doing better More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure Even though ladies never give me the time of day Like animals, I'm a stray Just could not find my way Deep down quite okay I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things I say So much wrong in the world, no person should...

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Sometimes, the night can be so dark And even hope has no spark But with the light of pristine glow Hope for the world begins to grow In dusk of dawn, hope lives again To cast the light of its glorious grain So those who prey on blood of the faultless Will pay the price...

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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....

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Wreaked with the scent of a wet dog the werewolf stretched it's neck and howled to the bloodred moon Thick red fluid dripped from his long fingernails the werewolf vented thick steam from his swollen nostrils in a forest overloaded with pain and fear Flexing his muscles he knew he was hunted as he began to dart, jump and dash through the...

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It’s a bit of a pull running up from Maida Vale to Saint John’s Wood but my legs feel no pain. Back then I had corded limbs that could run on the liquid fuel of feckless youth. Running shoes push spirited blood up into a glowing muscular brawn. Speeding past Abbey Road studios listening to Warren Zevon hammering a piano, his hair flowing, the...

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The witching hour sets in dawn barely grasping the thin strands of the sky. The moon is shining. Its wide rays beam down like milk splashing into a bowl. It's all I need to rip my skin of my flesh as coarse hair takes control. Fingernails bend into claws as my spine snaps in half. Bending over backwards my eyes narrow. I crack...

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Just outside his window, moonlight turns the pounding rain ¦¦ into gems that glitter on the grass Crouching, with his face mere inches from the lower pane, ¦¦ he fogs up the bottom of the glass He's been acting strangely for at least a week or two ¦¦ Now, the pieces start to fall in place While he is fixating on what he's...

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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....

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