Poems About: HOWL
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
there is a crack
in things read more »alexandre arnau
218.The End Is Here
This is the way the world will end,
fallen angels and demons risen,
devil a coming and god a falling,
the flame rising and the pain coming. read more »Baden Ronie
219.* Life is a BATTLEFIELD
Treacherous strategic engagements lay upon her feet
A call of duty that put her into chances of harm and risky encounters,
As she battles, she relies with her instinct and the current of air
To grasp in the howling depths of her will to survive and to live. read more »InNer WhisPers
Ridng, through the trees of Echo Valley,
Tired horse, empty guns, got a bundle to carry -
Riding, though the trees...
Hear them, can't you hear them coyotes howling? read more »david lessard
221.The Only Thing That Wakes Me Up
There is only one thing in this world...
that can wake me up,
Not the sunhine that beams through the window,
Not the cold breeze that comes through my window at night, read more »soso khan
222.Middle of the night
In the middle of the night
The wolf howls, and so do I.
For the darkness that surrounds it.
In the middle of the night read more »Fernando Alvarez
Rivers wail and tears flow
Winds howl sounds mystic
Anyango has flown to the sky
She who brewed fermented millet read more »Charles Jagongo Ogola
224.Eyes of the Wolf
By Micah Krahn
Soft grey icy snowflakes chilled the thick white frost as the stormy unforgivably wind shrieked endlessly throughout the harsh nocturnal woodlands. read more »Micah Krahn
In the night I hear my wolf howling, In sheer happiness of freedom,
Lost in the pleasures of the soul-mate's song;
Or in the agonies of hardship,
A mind forever icy, trapped within the insanity of a cruel calm.
I know not which gives reason to my wolf's ghost cry, read more »Shameca Biggs
226.At the Okavango swamp
It was in the Okavango swamp
that the dark ghoul came at night
and passed so near
that I could smell its stinking breath. read more »Gert Strydom
227.Blood of The Wolves
Thousands the howls that cold eerie night
The blood of the wolves; it burns so bright
The wolves they cry and moan in pain.
Their blood is washed away by the tears of rain. read more »Andi Jakobs
228.The wind calls no one by their name
The wind calls no one by their name-
But howls and howls, before it wane.
Awakens at the dark of moon,
Circling mountains in the gloom, read more »Patti Masterman