Poems About: HOWL

In this page, poems on / about “howl” are listed.

  • 109.
    While Humanity Sleeps

    While humanity sleeps
    The animal creeps
    Stealthily in the night
    Searching for a fight read more »

    Lauren Joy
  • 110.
    Winter Morning

    Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky,
    Trees on watch are armoured with frost.
    In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears. read more »

    James Phillip McAuley
  • 111.
    Werewolf

    I feel it rushing through my vein
    That surging lust for blood again
    Knife in hand, and heart in tatters
    Producing pain is all that matters read more »

    Hannah WoltonCarr
  • 112.
    Angry Words

    Angry words can wound the strongest heart
    and sour the brightest smile.
    Bringing tears to the fairest eyes
    and making the weakest howl. read more »

    David Harris
  • 113.
    Night Sounds

    Why in daylight do we not hear the owl,
    the cricket, the howl of the wolf, or
    countless other sounds of the night?
    Perhaps they are weary and sleep read more »

    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  • 114.
    To My Little Niece Anne Duyckinck

    To his charming black-eyed niece
    Uncle Harry wishest peace!
    Wishes roses over strow'd
    O'er her sublunary road! read more »

    Major Henry Livingston Jr.
  • 115.
    Five-Pence Monologue

    Poppies whirl in my head
    Lears howl like a bad romance
    Absent Moor in opium they swim
    Green Iagos fall in smelly beds read more »

    Evita Velvet
  • 116.
    I want to write something beautiful

    I want to write something beautiful
    something about the blue of your eyes
    which carves my days every time they blear read more »

    George Tzouvaras
  • 117.
    Beteral

    My sorrows grows
    rising like the shadows
    without the summer sun
    my tears of sorrow read more »

    erika rayl
  • 118.
    Lupus

    If you had lived, would you now lollop up
    a hill and howl at stars that bore your name,
    or snarl when lapping at your coffee cup
    so no one could mistake you for the tame read more »

    Julie Bond
  • 119.
    High Heels

    Compassion like razor blood
    Banquet of envy
    Industrial town without industry
    Divorced child, single parent read more »

    Joseph Narusiewicz
  • 120.
    The Hunt Never Ends

    Here I sit
    by the reflective pool
    my pups sit around me
    as I howl at the moon read more »

    erika rayl
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