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Sabreen Wolf Poem
Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.
A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.
A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.
I just can't help
But to shed my tears.
Much to soon you left me
Here all alone.
You really helped
To make this house a home.
I knew you were in heaven
When I heard the Angels sing.
That screechy little voice
Was singing straight to me.
Please know that I love you
And I will not I forget.
The sweetest little friend,
I had for a pet.
Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2006
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
Your touch like a soft breeze blowing across my skin.
Sending a sweet sick feeling of fear through my soul.
Begging for the assurance that I am your only love.
My heart cries out to you,
desperate to know that it belongs.
Drowning in the terror of rejection,
that it is not the one.
A body starving for your affection,
longing for the feel of your hand.
But always scared of reaching out,
afraid of how it will end.
This new love we have found,
fills me with hope and fear.
It occupies my every thought,
not just when you are near.
In every part of my being,
the deepest depths of my soul.
I will always need to belong to you,
to be your only love.
Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2006
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
My son came home from school one day,
and this is what he had to say.
As I was playing down the street,
little Jimmy bumped his knee.
I tried to help him up you see, and
then he started to yell at me.
As he bounced around the swing,
he hit his head and started to scream.
As he staggered in a daze,
I thought to grab him and get him away.
The playground was not so safe it seems,
and little Jimmy blamed it on me.
I had only tried to help my friend,
but he did not see it was all him.
The more he fought me,
the more he got hurt,
and I started to think he is a real jerk.
When finally then his mother came,
and told him I was not to blame.
Never again, I think you will see,
me on the playground with little Jimmy.
Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2006
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.
Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.
Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.
For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.
Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.
Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.
Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.
The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.
Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.
But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
To-night,
Heaven is calm.
For a long time,
The fire of love
Awakened us.
Never seeing the cloud,
that we should despair
in our ecstasy.
Now as our world
crumbles around us,
Do we see truth.
The evil that lurked
in the shadows,
silently destorying us.
Trapped between heaven and hell,
our love was weakened,
and the fire changed.
Burning in us,
the rage we thought
could never be.
But to-night,
Heaven is Calm.
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
The dream was afoot,
the skies blue and radiant.
Their love and desire,
untouched by tears.
They laugh happily,
warmed by the sun.
Each heart filling the other,
they feed on the delicious fruits.
Their dreams fulfilled,
they have found each other.
Two hearts beating as one,
their souls dance.
Forever in the ecstasy,
of each others arms.
They laugh happily,
warmed by the sun.
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
Soft and round with smiling eyes
Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies.
No better chef could ever be
Than my dearest sweet mommy.
Mrs. Claus could not compete
With my dearest sweet mommy.
She could even charm the birds.
I saw her myself, you can take my word.
And when I fell and bumped my knee,
She was there to comfort me.
When I was sick and felt so bad,
She found ways to make me glad.
When I was bad she gave me a whop
And told me why I had to stop.
Everyday she taught to me
The things she knew that I would need.
Now I am grown and she is gone.
I’ve missed her so much for so very long.
In my memories now I see her face,
Her smiling eyes and gentle grace.
I can see her still charming the birds
Or angles perhaps with her comforting words.
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
Deep and dark are the caverns of the mind,
filled with memories of days gone by.
Twisted thoughts of the things we left behind,
all the painful things we try to hide inside.
All these curving tunnels steering through our souls,
funneling back our memories when we get so old.
All of these old thoughts running through our minds,
Awake or when we sleep, they take us back in time.
We learn from our mistakes, that is what they always say.
Our memories are there to help us some-how, someday.
We live with twisted thoughts flowing through our minds,
Flooded with memories of the things we try to hide.
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Sabreen Wolf Poem
As if in a dream,
I feel the softest touch
of your lips on my neck.
The warmth of your arms around my waist,
your breath hot and wet on my skin,
sending shivers though my body.
My breathing grows deeper,
faster as my body
responds to your caresses.
These feelings,
electrifying race though me as
your lips move down to my shoulders.
My mind reeling with
desire for you,
My body pushes against yours.
Your kisses are like
fire on my mouth,
lighting a flame deep within me.
My eyes close as your
hands roam over my body,
I cannot help but moan.
No longer can I control
the sensations coursing though me,
they have taken over.
My body melting into yours,
my soul cries out to be
one with you.
As if in a dream
I feel the softest touch of your lips,
The warmth of your skin,
As our bodies merge into one.
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In the blackest night a foul breeze blows across me
as the demons lust and desire they ravage me.
Their claws tearing my flesh, he has sent them to collect me.
My screams echo through the deepest reaches of hell,
Satan smiles when he hears the sounds of my pain and suffering
as they drag me down to him. His joy filling my soul with hate
and contempt for him, he feels alive.
Like a cut rose I fight for life only to dry up,
to be tossed out as if I were nothing,
not even a thought or a memory will remain.
Lost in the throws of abandon at his will,
living only for his pleasure, his every whim.
I hate him; I hate myself for being lost to him.
My heart chained and locked to his, happiness eludes me.
I find myself waiting for the peace of death to find me.
In a constant battle I fight for my sanity, I live my fears.
I defy him in all places of my heart,
with victory over my soul, he laughs at me.
My eyes see the blood dripping from his teeth;
his breath putrid with the smell of decaying flesh and bone
of the ones who came before.
As his darkness unfolds over my mind I am lost,
lost to myself, lost to love, lost to life.
Even in my dreams he degrades me,
forced to watch as he crushes them before my eyes.
I find myself covered in the blanket of his wickedness,
chained by his evil heart; his demons hold me to him,
there is no escape.
In the blackest night, when the foul breeze blows against me
I will know they are coming.
He has sent them to collect me once again.
His lust and desire will consume me,
my screams will echo and he will smile as they bring me to him.
Once again my suffering will make him feel alive.
This devil,
this Satan
will keep me forever imprisoned in the
deepest reaches of hell.
Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2007
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