Before the midnight hour chimed
A white wolf crossed albescent snow
And saw me with its diamond eyes
Shining right into my soul
I miss the woods where Dad and I
Sat by the coppice of conifer trees
The warmth of the winter sun piqued my mind
Nature’s aroma wafting in the breeze
The years have eased the ache of loss
And let the Northwoods live once more
White snow, warm meals, and paths we crossed
Return like footsteps to my door
For every memory, I give thanks
For love, that time cannot unravel
And pray beyond these earthly banks
We’ll meet in Heaven by God’s gavel
In the American wilds there are kings and
queens of the timberlands,
their pups born into a fraternity of royalty.
Crystal blue eyes shudder the dawn in
thick forests and open tundra.
Native American spirits in the elements
in all seasons,
in harmony with the wolves’ songs,
gently flowing eternally in the streams.
Oh, to run, run with their brethren of the
freedoms,
hunters and their prey churning up the
snow.
In the wilderness twilight they howl in
unison,
a woodland concert of the untamed neath
the ochre copper moon,
their breath exhaled in a frosty mist.
Whatever you do, please don’t kill my
wolves,
they are the sons and daughters of
nature’s magnificence.
So many have been felled and my heart
can’t bear hearing the roaring of the
rifles anymore,
Oh God, no!
Please don’t pierce their bodies,
their souls,
please, please don’t kill my wolves!
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Saw it coming
Started running
Through the woods
As fast as I could
Evil in the mist
Making sinister hiss
Sound
Translating freedom 'going down'
Beautiful mirage arrived
No fear of going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
Chit chatting away
Screaming about pay
"Ammunition I will fire
Since you seemed to of tired
Do not fear
I have a long neck beer "
Siren made clear
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
Saw it coming
Started running
Through woods
As fast as I could
Beautiful mirage arrived
Not going to die
Equipped with answers
From club dancers
"Do not fear
I have a long neck beer"
I watched her work
Popped the bubbly cork
After expressing wedding vows
Complementing our moonlight howls
The wind howled
as if to honor
the Wolf Moon
hanging in
the winter sky.
Duel Challange from poetry soup
Prompt
Write a poem inspired by moonlight
Rules
Poem must include the word "moon" or "moonlight"
Won challange :) thanks for voting
Tonight the moon is dazzling
Looking from my garden
Gazing towards the lake
My heart did leap for joy
I began dancing in the moonlight
Majestic ripples in the water
Sent shivers down my spine
Stars twinkled in the horizon
Totally sublime
So, happy to be alive
Moonlight ~ eerie, will vampires be out !
I scream " where are you "
Come get my neck ~ bite me
Am I dreaming ~ or is that a howling wolf
Fixated in the moment of sheer ~ madness
The hymn like the hum
but the hum silent to some
One spreads like them both
She was pure and innocent.
She'd completely won over the wolf's heart.
He now ferociously protected her.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I would walk when the snow is quiet,
when the trees stand still
and the ground is untouched.
I would not fear the cold.
Winter has taught me
that even empty places
can hold life.
I would walk past the places
that sheltered me before,
step into the snow,
and follow the trail only I could see.
My scars and my steps already tell the story.
The wild already knows.
I have survived every season
that tried to make me disappear.
the wolf pup chose the boy
and you know they find a companion for life
flattered boy was filled with joy
named his wolf pup Randy Rife
Randy Rife was loyal to him all his days
Stayed next to him, devouring meat scraps
They were best friends in so many ways
both learning many computer apps
the wolf heard a howling one night
it stopped his video gaming, outright
What is that? He asked his favorite boy
Boy knew he would soon be losing his favorite toy
Yes, the next time the howl came, gone was Randy Rife
Out in the wilds of the night to seek a better life
He ended up with a wonderful life long mate
He brought him to meet his pal, who said “she is great!”
Wolves are said to work in packs
For apex they are
They plan and hack
Giving a group's scar
There exists wolves
Who work alone
Are called lone
And always hone
In the snow they meet a raven
Not a wolf but a new family
The presence later feels like heaven
Quite different but have a simile
They eat together
Never think to harm
They live separately
But together believe in calm
They are inseparable
They trust each other
The bond is not blood
But they thrive forever
They bond and hunt
And do it together
The forest fears them
And it passes to generations, dear
Who's the lone wolf? Why does he rave?
If you ask me, he needs a shave.
Watch out, better take a step back.
You never know. He might attack.
Chill, everyone, it's just me - Dave!
A phantom carved from biting frost,
he stalks the moonlit, jagged peaks.
His breath is a winter gale,
painting the midnight air with diamond dust.
Beneath frozen paws, the tundra sighs.
He wears no heavy coat,
only the shimmering aurora woven into fur,
and eyes that hold the ancient chill of glaciers.
He needs no pack.
His kin are the falling snow,
the howling north wind,
and the silent, eternal ice.
Cloaked in shadows, breathing burning breath,
the hound of darkness hunts a path to death.
Curved bone-like plates upon its back and head,
a haunting howl that strikes a heart with dread.
It stalks the valleys with an eerie cry,
beneath the vast and empty midnight sky.
Its cursed fangs can burn to the bone,
Leaving wanderers to face the dark alone.
A loyal partner when the flame is right,
that rules the shadows in the pale moonlight.
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