Metaphor Wolf Poems | Examples
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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 earth, its strength flows into me.
The river flows onward, a path my spirit knows.
Where in its cool depths my true reflection shows.
I don't know if I'm the beautiful wolf or the woman,
Yet, I know I have them both running through my veins.
Wolf solitaire
howling
in the lonesome night...
whom you howl
dismal wolf ?
The loneliness!?
The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad.
In the days of loud silence,
rain always called on you.
Your way into my thoughts and tears.
*
Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey.
The blue is in your eyes only.
Come along and listen with me
to the drops dripping down the window.
Like once upon a time down to our curls,
while in love and smiling,
we kissing each other under the clouds.
*
Your head is on my heart.
I am silently touched by your skin.
The gentle warmth of voice.
Your hands on my face heal everything.
*
Heavens Weltschmerz for all sad loves.
Maybe spring will bring something new.
New love and joy.
*
Piano music is somewhere in the distance.
A full circle day is approaching.
Announcement of the golden days in Marrakech.
With flower petals on the bed
and the view of the sunny oasis day.
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i.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and it’s hard to hide my fangs.
I’ll hiss and snarl and spit the blood
of those who trespass against my land.
ii.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and it’s not that hard to understand.
I cannot be tamed or caged or chained,
I am the alpha of the pack.
iii.
some days I am more
wolf than woman
and there is no strength I lack,
but hiding and camouflaging
with the sheep
does not make my fur more black.
iv.
most days I am more
wolf than woman,
and you’ll find me bathe
underneath the moonlight.
in the slightest of mannerisms
you’ll discover, it’s not that
easy for me to hide.
hunting and guarding and marking
until the weary day turns to night.
in the way, that I tread the land
these claws covered by a pretty coat
and smiling- hah, no that’s the
predator baring her fangs to show you
how it’ll dig into your throat.
more wolf than woman | shevaun stonem
One
Lone wolf
Without its
Pack will end up
Sorry and alone;
For the pack will
Save its hide,
Alone…
Doom!
You yell for help yet nothing wrong
Scream for help but no-one shows
Maybe one day you will understand
Your calls for help have been used up
No-one believes you when you make a claim
You ruined what you once had it ran away from your lies
What will you do when everyone dies
No-one wants to hear your stories
Tiring tales of make believe
Realizing your no more then a dream
For you are what you speak
Your a dream, imaginary
An emotional game of hide and seek
What will you do now that the wolf has escaped
Tearing open everything in it's way
Had you been more true to me
I would have shown more empathy
You brought me life, but directionless
You make others lives feel meaningless
Now all there is left to do
Is feed your fears, the wolfs waiting for you
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
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September 19, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
A Womb in Darkness
Collaboration with White Wolf
Now I am, while first I wasn't,
Now I have become.
From whence first I was,
I now know I was not.
I sent forth my whole being,
My arms to reach out and grasp,
My legs to stand or run fast.
My head to ponder what I saw and heard.
Leaving behind my torso which became a barren place,
in need to share its empty space.
A broken shell,
discarded like a cicada's birthplace
a butterfly's cocoon
I grow within,
from whence I was first broken.
During shattering death,
it knew no life to be within its womb.
The long ascend
my birth coincides with my end
Light and dark
Alpha and Omega
All colors in the spectrum,
There is no white or black
People are so blind to where they stem from
Leaving the children of the light also blind!
And so the light is obscured from understanding,
so close at hand, but still not seen.
Light is coming, and when it does,
it shall phase everything together
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January 9, 2017
He shines with light a sheep they say
they never see him the same way
his children see him everyday
dripping, snarling, heavily
he will not show us sympathy
to see a beast so shrewd revealed
layer by layer each is peeled
sorrows skin for us to see
no one else can apparently
howling now a sinful tune
he sheds his skin beneath the moon
a wolf we see and not the lamb
all his children are the damned
he has no time to lie in wait
he must move now our sin is bait
devour our souls it's far too late
what lies beneath not heavens gate
sorrow is the skin he's in
sorrow are his children
shed his skin and you will see
a heart too dark for empathy
sorry he could never say
would it could it take away
the stain he leaves as he betrays
he laughs again another day
and steals our soul another day
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Your genus “canis lupus” known throughout time.
You hunt in packs deep in the woods,
So stealthy and confident just like you should.
Carnivore mammal, tough as steel,
You ripped me apart for your last meal.
Untamed and wild beneath the the moon,
You've startled me in my pathetic cacoon.
Unraveled, strings pulled out of needles,
So high strung, and a beast who wheedles.
A savage predator from North America,
With ancestors spread through Northern Canada.
You came and left in the blink of my eye,
I heard you found a home somewhere near by.
First time I saw you I ended up on my knees,
Searched for shelter crying out for indemnity.
Last time I saw you my heart was in ruins,
It's only because of your tedious undoing.
Later than sooner when we meet again,
I'll pray for comfort and hope to suspend.
Your call of the wild screeches in my ears,
As you pass on your legacy throughout the years.
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Next time you're near I'll be disinclined.