Top 100 Poems About: HOWL

In this page, poems on / about “howl” are listed.
  • 1.
    The Scorcher And The Howling Swell

    The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land;
    They wept like anything to see the hills on every hand;
    "If these were only levelled down," they said, "it would be grand." read more »

    Banjo Paterson
  • 2.
    A Dog Howling

    a dog howling
    sound of footsteps
    longer nights read more »

    Masaoka Shiki
  • 3.

    He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
    He steals the down from the honeybee,
    He makes the forest trees rustle and sing, read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 4.
    The Six Bards

    Night is dull and dark,
    The clouds rest on the hills;
    No star with twinkling beam, read more »

    James Macpherson
  • 5.
    The Wind Is Howling Through The Winter Night

    THE wind is howling through the winter night,
    Like to a pack of angry wolves that cry.
    My hapless willows bend before its might; read more »

    Avetik Isahakyan
  • 6.
    The Howling Winds

    The howling winds, buffeting the boat,
    our lives, at their mercy, the winds of doubt,
    of strife, of fear, our masters read more »

    Raymond A. Foss
  • 7.
    The Winds Howling

    Outside my closed window
    the cold winds howling
    a palpable reminding read more »

    Raymond A. Foss
  • 8.
    But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance

    But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
    They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
    In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
    In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe: read more »

    William Blake
  • 9.

    Pet gargoyles grunt and snore and cough,
    But sadly you can't turn them off!
    The belch and wheeze and sneeze and spit,
    I cannot bear the thought of it! read more »

    ToddMichael St. Pierre
  • 10.
    Composed During A Storm

    One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
    Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
    Went forth--his course surrendering to the care
    Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 11.

    Nothing has changed.
    The body is susceptible to pain,
    it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
    it has thin skin and blood right underneath, read more »

    Wislawa Szymborska
  • 12.

    I do not want to be reflective any more
    Envying and despising unreflective things
    Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting
    And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand read more »

    Louis Macneice
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