Poems About: HOWL
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- carpe diem
The wind, howling, bellowing;
Out side my window,
It’s a dark rainy night,
And I am not rescued: read more »Shruti Goswami
218.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
I sit on this rock
Feeling hopeless inside
A lone wolf am I read more »Giuliana Carder
220.The Hound Of Bloody Night
There were a few villagers walking around at night
They heard a Howl from the Bloody Night Woods
They had no clue what could have made such a dreadful, shuddering shriek. read more »Nico Janik
221.My candle in the night I lit
My candle in the night I lit
How eerie wild the winds
Roared on the plain and shores
The foaming waves now white now green read more »Emmanuel George Cefai
222.Tree Mooning (re-worked)
We left the beach and dusty road
And scrambled up the rock strewn hill
The moon was full, as were our hearts
And all around was still read more »Sailing to windward
The wind pored and a wolf let out her howl,
It was filled with sorrow and pain, read more »Mmm Davis
224.The Raging Storm
Winds howled, while rain drummed on the roof, so loud,
The thin walls squeaked, as heard from shack within,
The flimsy roof, might as well be a shroud,
Of stick and grass, that now has spread so thin. read more »Reyvrex Questor Reyes
As I run I feel free
I feel the wind in my fur
I feel what no one else can feel
The freedom of being a wolf read more »sayia willows
226.Mad Mad Moonlight
There was this moon and it stood over me, lurking and glinting in deception.
Standing alone I stared at its evil grin and began to ponder its powers.
I cowered a bit at the thought of its silver rays penetrating my skin.
Moons can pull oceans, ripping rising tides and ground lost ships in sand. read more »Alexander Downie
227.Our Eyes, Our Hearts
There are stars in the skies.
There are stars in my eyes.
There's a fire about to start.
There's a fire within my heart. read more »Jessie Hopkins
228.The Collective: The Wounded Coyote
A hapless howl in the dark of the night
Rouse like the skin of coal he wore
Shadowing a fire ready to pounce and bite
The bitter pangs haunting his eerie lore read more »Norman Santos