Lycanthropy Poem by Yasmin Khan

Lycanthropy

Rating: 5.0


Inky headlines seem steeped in red
Shock waves sent to living dead
Words on air smeared in blood and pain
Cries stabbing the hearts, tears in vain
Flesh ripped, shrapnel blind eyes
Smoke blurs dawn as grief trots
Evening twilight smirched with blots
Faceless killers that prowl and pry
Thirst for blood the lycan quench
Screams and sighs all gore drench

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
when headlines in papers and words on air leave grief-stricken
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ayman Parray 18 July 2015

I wish I was a higher form of being like a Vampire or an Archangel and put an end to either lycanthropy or those who transform. :) . A very thought provoking piece, so well written and strong indeed. Thank you

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Shahzia Batool 30 April 2013

Strong, Jasmeen...! ! !

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Allemagne Roßmann 28 April 2013

Pakistan will not change.Bloodshedding is a daily occurrence i know as India.They are both mudslinged as pakis in il still all over more or less.I like the synopsis in the poem

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Saadat Tahir 28 April 2013

very nice poem i love poetry like this, its imaginative and creates something out of nothing most rhymes work well and it has a nice meter the musicality is awesome great job quill

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