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Poems About: HOWL

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

  • 241.
    Your life is on a throne

    Your life is on a throne
    Of dust weathered-stone
    A whirlwind battered face
    With a mountain to climb read more »

    Mark Heathcote
  • 242.
    running free

    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
  • 243.
    Eating Vesta

    I reached out and pretended to take her nose
    and she pretended that I had done so
    laughed gleefully and ran away. read more »

    Lonnie Hicks
  • 244.

    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
  • 245.
    After The Storm

    I watch from my bed as the wind howls,
    Twisting the trees into unatural shapes.
    Too much water falls from the sky,
    And cascades over swollen gutters read more »

    Ruby Honeytip
  • 246.

    Darkness in me
    swirling, wrestling with the good
    He hides, a façade with a mask of smiles
    I nod along, wish well and play along read more »

    Melpomene's Tears
  • 247.
    Maybe We

    were wolves without howls.

    Maybe we were stones that doubled
    when hatred crashed out of classroom mirrors read more »

    John Courtney
  • 248.
    Canyon Wind

    In the early morning, long before I rise,
    the wind screams down Red Canyon,
    I hear it’s mournful cries. read more »

    Jane Johnson
  • 249.
    Murmurings Of The Morning

    Its only in the stillness of the morning, when one can hear
    the murmurings of the traffic outside. In the murmurings one can hear
    the different growling noises from cars as they accelerate from
    traffic lights. Moaning noises from big trucks doing their engine read more »

    Jerry Behr Number 2
  • 250.

    Looking out over the vast valley, she sits with her family. Her children, she notices resemble their father. Suddenly she hears howl far off in the distance, The children look up at their mother their eyes bright with curiosity. Mother looks up at the moon and lets out a low resounding howl letting her mate know where they are, then the pups join in with the haunting choirs. read more »

    Shadow Vanity
  • 251.

    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
  • 252.
    The Golden Rule

    Words on a veranda of awakening species:
    There you can see them coming up from the mud,
    Like lightning and jub-jub: read more »

    Robert Rorabeck
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