Werewolves Poems - Poems about Werewolves

All Hallows’ Eve, the thirty-first, and shadows dark abound. The fog was lurking everywhere, the full moon could not be found. I was walking through the park when I felt them all around. And the night got very quiet ‘til I heard that awful sound. And it sounded a lot like screaming. And it sounded so very foul. As the werewolves...

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At high noontime, the tires are burning in the streets The sound of barking dogs is everywhere; the cats of hell smell Like never showered rats who are locked up in death row cells Where the air does not go through sealed windows No, my friends, I'm not dreaming; it’s a nightmare. The sun Is warming the pavement and the...

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There are werewolves among us, or so it is said. Not unlike what you conjure when you think “lycanthrope”. They plot and they scheme for the blood they will shed; they lurk in the shadows and feed on lost hope. Their lens to the world is a skewed microscope. They're drawn to the viral; it’s vile what they spread. They must...

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When the Lone Ranger has his finger on his gun's trigger, he constantly has to pull it. When the moon is full, he hunts and kills werewolves, that's why he uses silver bullets. He also uses silver bullets to stop outlaws from committing crimes. But he uses those bullets to kill werewolves the majority of the time. A werewolf...

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It's impossible Lost within a family Werewolves in taverns Cause the full moon at my house Impossible to survive...

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SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER  walking upon the moors of Scotland    i saw a sprite who became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie:  kissing therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn:   shedding her skin--      saltire! I when to Restaurant Andrew Fairlie -- manager said someone got mutilated late last night -- upon the moors...

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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...

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Wild were-women roaming in the hills, cliff dwellers around Avoiding banshee ghost riders, sniffing for them in earthy ground. Shushing there were-pups lest their hidden unnatural selves be found. Banshee ghost riders suddenly shush, listening to a baby were-wolf sound. Heading toward a large crevice, which leads to a cave way down underground, Were-women seal it up quickly after...

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A nice cruise from New York, I thought From down by Pier two-one I thought I'd head to England For a good old spot of fun An Ocean trip, some nice fresh air Eleven days at sea I thought this would perfect to Help inspire me I'd never been to Europe So I did some reading first The history's insane there The books did quench my...

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Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers, cold as it settles upon the fine hairs. Runty knobs form along the exposed skin, an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter. Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark, prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the innocent. Gas streetlights lay witness to this harrowing theater, stretching shadows, slithering...

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They said the party was to be the biggest of the year Planned up in the mountains it would cause more fright and fear Everyone in town had been invited to attend To meet their brand new neighbors have a chance for all to blend The ghoulish bash got started as the sun was going down The...

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As we are trap By the moonlight We run for miles Some of us are friendly And some are evil We try to be humans But we are to different From everyone else We don’t like to be freaks We wanted to be normal Like everyone else Our eyes are pitch black We love to run By the moonlight...

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The moon is full And all the werewolves are out It’s time for transformation Ye mother, ye fathers Do not be in a haste to vouch for us For the werewolves you know not Until the dance of the full moon We dance at every full moon Believe me, you know us, though you know not You have had our screams of lust Ye brothers,...

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Today I got to watch one of the most pathetic displays Of human dignity, morals and character, that my eyes they have 'ever' beheld It was like being in the midst of a safaris jungle, within a surreals disbelief Watching these certain cannibalistic animals, running wild and sadly free.... Feeling so much compassion for the recipient, of their...

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Starving amber eyes that drink oasis scraps Thrown from her cast off demeanour to fall Upon the bare heart scape which formats and maps The course of true love, or of nothing at all. I am monkshood drawn, snared willingly onward, No gaining of ground only losing of grip,...

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