Werewolf Poems

Werewolf, a Rebirth

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

Come-Again Ben

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

Fabric Store Run By Werewolf

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

Full Moon

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

The Werewolf

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,

The Bug-Man,Tarantulas

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

Werewolf Plans

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

Werewolf

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

Werewolf By Night

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

Peter Stumpp

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.

The Werewolf

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

Werewolf In London

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

Werewolf

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

Werewolf

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

Somewhere

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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