Wolfish Poems - Poems about Wolfish

... Oh how I’m wishing that I were fishing! I’d love to see the swishing that I’ve been missing. \\\\ ///\\\ //// \fins ‘n skins/ catfish dogfish goatfish lizardfish goosefish ......Read the rest...

...I wait— here I wait for white magic reverie to embrace me free me here I wait— an hourglass full of leopard-print thoughts sugar-granular-musings spill the beginning to the end of a st......Read the rest...

... Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun, one of her hands would refrain from touching her, the other has bee......Read the rest...

...Weak and tired I fall on rough cobbled stones. Blood oozed down my face across my cheekbones. My knees are bruised and pain spreads from my brain, The wooden bar hurt my back again. Man must l......Read the rest...

...The wind whispered loudly, Screaming through the trees Every leaf emerald and alive, The height of fertile spring All the cattle lowing, As the bright fire stronger burns Maidens pale and......Read the rest...

...The truth can’t be seen through blinders. Eyes and ears covered with hatred. The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders, twisting and spinning what’s sacred. The truth, the fact, reality masked - the......Read the rest...

...Bent and bundled in the cold woods. Hot breath rolling out white ghosts. Among the tall and grey boned - these shadow-less trees freeze framed under a grey cowl sky. Hungry woods are these......Read the rest...

...Little red riding boots hang from laces on a hook on a wall, a warning for my granddaughter. I want to say that there are wolves out there, that abandoned footwear are occasionally found in th......Read the rest...

...The museum is full of gangs, child gangs that roam sneering at the 70’s people. The 70’s people live now in a diorama. For the most part they are cheerful, they cut grass with push mowers, swim ......Read the rest...

...Medieval Poems Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland knew the agony of exile. That indomitable smith was wrac......Read the rest...

...I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being a million times removed from primordial goo. I was peacefully inanimate at times endowed only with a little ......Read the rest...

...Little red riding boots hang from tiny laces on a hook on a wall, a warning for my granddaughter. I would tell her, there are wolves everywhere. I would tell her that there are empty boots ev......Read the rest...

...being adventurous mammalians we seek to avoid the repetition of pain and encounter the repetition of pleasure which might be why the ones who have everything take from those who have nothing jus......Read the rest...

...Deor's Lament (Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem circa the 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland endured the agony of exile: an indomitable smith wracked by ......Read the rest...

..."Turn on the television", Says an angel munching popcorn, At the end of each century "What are the humans up to?" 15th Century: Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages Enchanting......Read the rest...