Wolf Poems - Poems about Wolf

wolf eyes

majestic dog gave me wolf eyes
amber yellow, intense, fierce
showing me his carnivore self
I would have been intimidated
if he had been a stranger

Howlin' Like The Wolf

We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow
honey we're leavin' quite soon
but if you call it quits then I've had my chips
and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon
I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait
baby we're leaving at noon
but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay
like the

The Wolf Man

On a makeshift lounge in the wilderness he lay.
He knew he was dying and sensed this was his final day.
Atop of this mountain is where he wanted to be,
so he could have one last look at nature's wonderous scenery.
The local wolf pack emerged from the brush and surrounded him.
He smiled as they all gazed, he

Wolf Girl

sunflower eyes,
honeycomb gaze,
symmetrical features,
beautiful face.
i want to get closer—
to erase the space
that exists between
your surface level sex
appeal
and celestial
grace. 

The Dog

Alone,
the dog outrides the flock,
warning away the terrors of night.
He sees
the cheery glow of the shepherds’ fire,
murmured talk and quiet laughter
float past him softly
on the chill autumn breeze.
He longs
to sit with them beside the light,
sharing avidly
(tongue lolling,
 slyly smiling)
in their good-natured jokes
but that is not his place:
He is a dog and no man
and his place

The Wolf

after The Raven by  Edgar Allan Poe

The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket.
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.

And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.

Sitting in the snow, my

WHICH WOLF WILL YOU BE FEEDING

It is impossible when I’m, looking out over the mountains in N. C.
not to feel the influence, the presence…the spirit of the Cherokee.

When I think how in this country and the world…
there is a battle between people who are inhumane to one another…
and those who are compassionate and kind..
up here in the mountains of North

Fumbling Sheep

I'm a really hungry wolf
One that’s never satiated.
Your heart isn't enough
I need your whole arm off

I'm a truly gentle wolf,
Feeding on your bounty.
Maybe flesh is all I need
Not the tears you cry with doubt

What a lucky sheep you are,
Well-fed, with plenty of wool
Yet your eyes are full of fear,
Fumbling blindly in the dark.

"I mean no

In stars above

In the fireflies in the sky above,
Gases collide with grace—no gaslighting~
They weave star-carpets that shimmer and wink,
God’s lanterns flaring to soften our darkness.

A fusion of hydrogen and helium nuclei~
Forms a premium spirit that sparkles,
Like a naked flame through a bright hole in the dark,
Yet forming galaxies remains their thrill.

With self-gravity, bound as twinkling gems,
Blind to

Lullaby of the Wolf

Day is done and night now comes;
flowers fade and birds sleep.
Hear the wolf, he sings a love song;
through the darkness deep.
Hear the shadows weave their lullaby;
weave a soft melody.
As you dream, they sing their gentle song;
sing for you and for me.

As the day fades, and night begins;
let your dreams arise.
Watch as the starlight dances along
through

Wolf Howling Moon - Hiku 18

Written: June 10, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand

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Navigating the Treacherous Waters of Office Politics

In office halls, where silhouettes loom,
Beware the boss who calls you aside to manipulate,
A trap awaits, where whispers seal your destiny,
Keep colleague woes locked deep, an unspoken weight.

Security's helping hand may hold a test,
Expectation's seed, in every coin you nest,
Proximity breeds contempt, a subtle art,
One day's omission, and you're branded apart.

Close friendships forged in workplace

Where the Wolves Reign

They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.

In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.

But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved

Feral Soul

I'm the flicker, the flame, the spark when you can't see,
I'm the moonlight in the dark, a mystery.
I'm the rustling in the leaves, the breeze and the trees,
And maybe the wolf's howl on the wind whispers, "That's me."
A long, drawn-out sound, both wild and free.
My roots run deep, a Cherokee decree,
And when I stomp the

A Chained Wolf

I stand here, cursed. 
Soughted upon a brim of hope.
Yet darkness be it me for swallows.
My site is blinded by my blood red soul. 
My hands are numb by the sharpness of my beastly nature. 
The wildly hairs, knitted to my’th skin. 
My ivory gates, beckoned me to crimson devour. 
I..
I am forever doom, by

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