White Wolf Poems - Poems about White Wolf

May the healing mother give your heart peace May the forgiving father watch over you as you sleep May your spirit animal, the deer, issue you much needed comfort May your totem, the turtle, show you the way to health May your sweat lodge sisters pray that your cancer dissipates May your family dream of better times and ways to...

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The echoes of the wind tell a story of the great white wolf, Born of the stars, she chose to become human, to find the heart to be, To be free, to realize in the moment of time, she was alive. Until every incarnation she found her best friend, that would not bend. Never a moment to be...

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"Is it rare to see a white wolf Grandpa?" I stared at the child. Then at my husband. That depends, Grandpa said. In the house? The child’s worried look changed immediately. “Under the bed?” I gave my husband a guttural sound. He looked up. “A wolf wouldn’t fit there. He would be squashed.” What if we saw one in the garden?...

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White Wafting Western wind Winter's water Wolf. 3/11/19 For Light Up the Page 2 contest Sponsor: Joseph May...

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Dreams of those golden meadows in the sky, with frolicking angels flying about. So close to me as I hover nearby, I try to speak but the words won't come out. Captured by their beauty, my soul set free, in this realm, I see clearer than before. Though some may say it lacks reality, whatever the case, I'm eager for more. Sometimes I...

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Speak now for the sea, ancient bard that guides me. Be the voice of its wisdom, washing away my tears. Raise me and lower me, like an endless wave, seen and then unseen, but always remaining present. Speak now for the wind that blows our seeds. Give it voice so it may be heard by passing souls, from one generation to...

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An empty shell, abandoned am I left alone? left to sigh? I once housed a caterpillar an ambitious butterfly Now I miss my old cocoon and still cannot fly Come pick me up soar the skies create turbulence with you Leaving behind our worn-out lives morphing into something new *** September 19, 2017 Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White...

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Budgie managed to get me to write again, I am very grateful to him for providing me with the first stanza, he's a wonderful friend :) *** Elm stood regally and rigid. Ivy looked up in awe and said, a little timid: “Ahhhh, to be so big, close to the Sun” Elm nodded with a focused gaze, he was, to be fair,...

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As evening approached, its heights dressed in a garment of black. Ishtar, shining playfully next to the rising moon, penetrated my mind with thoughts. Squandering away our gift of life Caught up in the madness and mundane Our soul’s strength remains unabated The veil lifting between pleasure and pain Though in our earthly state we are confused Avoiding thorns on the...

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A Brothers White Production Skipping through the tall dry grass memories of childhood flood back the summer of youth a distant cry as mudlarks face an early sun On my back in the grass, as I read stories of kings and knights wind caresses my hair, whispers an almost forgotten song Dragonflies circle above in the sky mesmerised by their flight I am transported far back...

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As I proceed to indite in reluctancy A vortex in my mind opens up to me With my imagination running wild Is it no wonder I feel beguiled So much in there, oh what to choose I have my sanity to lose My feet in mud,...

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white wolf trots proudly a blood dripping smile so bright hunger satisfied...

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The cold winter has arrived and the pack leader must be strong he gathers the tribe to discuss preservation as he does every time winter comes With their ally, Raven, cawing nearby The trees shiver from heavy snow A scented breeze captures their nostrils With the hunt now ready to commence "Now listen up my pack we must unite to survive as the food supply...

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meanwhile another apple falls ~ not far from the tree 7/4/2017 My humor to collaborate with White Wolf's Sir Isaac Newton haiku ;)...

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With flow and rhythm, poems can sing, Music to ears: sounds are heard, Euphoric eruptions it may bring, Quintessentially spoken every word. With words and lines, poems can rhyme Caress the senses, soothe the eyes In so few letters, through all times Poems create images, soar the skies Evoking emotions is what they’ll do Fuelling the mind and inspiring as well Metaphors and more and...

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