WolvesRunning through the snow,Wolves8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
picking up speed.
Leaving trails of prints behind,
as the wolves take the lead.
Nothing but a blur, as they pass.
White as the snow.
Panting as they run,
Showing no signs of slow.
The wolves move swiftly around,
Dodging every tree, every rock.
But so silently as they do it,
There is nothing here to mock.
They climb a hill, to the very edge.
In the distance hoots a snow owl.
The wolves gather round,
and great the moon with a howl.
Running With the WolvesThe howl goes up,Running With the Wolves9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My blood goes cold,
I will run with the wolves,
Before I'm too old.
I watch the pack streak down the hill,
Grab my coat and out the door,
I run to meet them,
Mind full of old wolf lore.
A bark and a nod,
A space in the pack,
I join their hunt,
Without looking back.
We frighten a deer,
And begin to chase,
Catch it and feast,
Raw meat and blood on my face.
When it is over,
I return to my home,
A head full of memories,
To take to my tomb.
And for just one night,
I knew true freedom,
Running with the wolves,
In nature's kingdom.
WolvesThe Howl The NightWolves11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.
The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.
He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
WolvesLuna, our Mother,Wolves8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We raise our voices to her;
The Full Moon smiles.
Running beneath her,
Not once do we go awry
With her guiding help.
Never fails to bring sweet change
From twilight to Night.
Her glee at making
Us, eternal servants, hunt;
She sees everything.
But we cannot stop
Time from passing, its just life.
Light is hesitant--
But only at first.
Before we know it, the sun
Has taken back rule.
His rule of the sky,
Just as Lunas, is never
Lasting, a promise.
A commitment to
All to return, as Night falls;
Eager, we await it.
The WolvesTheir enchanting voicesThe Wolves10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cry to the crystal moon
As light of silver
Descends with grace
The pale river sparkles
It shivers uncontrollably
Chilled by their cries
Time is frozen
The moment slowly fades
The wolves prowl restlessly
Calling to each other
A song of wonder
Fills the air
None have heard it before
Though it is as ancient as the moon
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.Elemental Wolf9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With eyes of amber,
Which hold fallen stars,
And that reflect the moon's glow.
I am the Inferno wolf.
With my fiery heart,
That burns for a mate.
And the passion to run free.
I am the Aquatic wolf.
With my liquid movements,
That help calm my pack,
In times of confusion and pain.
I am the Wooded wolf.
With my pine needle fur,
That stands on end in fury,
When danger threatens my pack.
I am the Aero wolf.
With my bone chilling growls,
And my light hearted howls,
That reach even the heavens in the sky.
I am the Earthen wolf.
With my sand paper paws,
That help me grip,
And rip into the earth when I run.
I am the Elemental wolf.
Though I may seem strange,
With all my forms,
I am actually one.
With one heart,
I am the wolf.
WolvesTheir eyes are seductiveWolves8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fur so glossy and sleek
Eyes gleaming with danger
Preying upon the weak
Timid when alone but deadly together
A fraternity under the skylight
Stalking with dangerous beauty
Moving in for their kill tonight
WolvesBeauty, strength, and courageWolves11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Combined in a creature of the night.
The moon calls them and they answer,
Howling into the darkness.
At the hear of their sound,
Little kids run scared to their beds,
Hiding under the covers,
Frieghtened by legends and lore.
Terrifying creatures indeed,
But also magnificent and intriguing.
Wonderful beast of moonlight,
Beautiful, beautiful wolves.
Wolf WithinWatching from the shadows,Wolf Within9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the world for what it truly is.
The pain, the suffering,
And even the malice that fills the void.
I don't understand how my human,
How my other half, can stand them.
With their selfish wants,
And their furless bodies,
It amazes me how he can walk among them,
And not quiver at their strangeness.
But maybe it's me who's strange…
The one who might not fit.
I hide in the fabric of his soul,
Forever watching the world,
And waiting for another who is just like us,
Another who can understand…
Though my time does get lonely,
I often enjoy giving my human things,
That remind him of what he truly is,
Something that few can ever obtain.
I give him my own sight.
I let him run through the trees,
And let him feel the wind through my fur,
I even give him the thrill of chasing a deer.
Though these are mere illusions,
They are still as strong as the day I saw them,
Through my two golden orbs.
And one day soon,
One day very soon…
I hope that he and I can s
Wolfs HeartThe wolf howls,Wolfs Heart10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Calling for its mate,
Knowing that its heart,
Has met its fate.
He has loved before,
Choosing those he sees as best,
Telling all others,
That they just jest.
Now its mate leaves,
She has chosen another,
This wolfs heart,
Has been torn ashunder.
Hunting With WolvesHunting With Wolves11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I look up into the starry sky
I see a ball of light that catches my eye
It lights up the trees and the ground below
It is the same as the full moon from weeks ago
Just then a rustle in the bushes from up ahead
The sound of a creature who saw us and fled
My allies and I spring to action and give chase
We all run at an even, steady pace
Dodging and darting throughout the trees
We hear the rustles carried through the breeze
Our pray that we are chasing trips up ahead
Within seconds we are upon it and its dead
I take another look up at the full moon
and I let out a howl through the night of June
I speak to the other wolves in the pack
We are wolves so you deer better watch your back
The WolvesBehind my house is a forest.The Wolves10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A deep, dark, threatining, inviting forest.
It beckons me to wander into it's boundries,
and take shelter under it's trees.
At night I sit on my chair and look up at the stars,
and stare, wondering if my unknown relatives are looking at the same sky.
I hear the sounds of the forest, and listen to the most beautiful music of all;
The first time I saw one I was a bit terrified.
She was all white, with one single black ear, and eyes as golden as the sun.
"Come" she said. "Come into my forest, wandering, wondering child."
She needn't have said anything. Her eyes spoke her thoughts, and her mouth barely even moved.
So I followed,
I followed the magnificent creature into the forest.
This was when I wished that I could speak wolves, because their howls, while they peirced the silence, they were as beautiful as a flute playing a sweet melody, or a guitar, with someone's skillful hands playing a song of thanksgiving.
I named her Cindy, after my mother, t
To SummerRealm of new gold, and blue-hot raging sun,To Summer5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yellow kept kingdom of the spilling fields;
Blind under burning filaments that run
Like blood from the bursting heads of corn,
As sultry woods dapple with bluebell peals
And all the summer fruits of swallows song;
Are shaded by kestrels, glaring overhead
And jealous ponds are broken by the stares;
Of swollen mayflies, peering from the dead.
Bright Hyperion, who had never seen,
The dark side of the earth give birth to thoughts
That were not vanquished by a fiery screen
Of sunrise through his airy crystal courts.
Who glowing like a distant neutron star,
Passed his hours with the lightest heart,
Of all the gods that trod an ancient path,
When fledgling then came rising Jupiter,
To fell the giant from his roaring part,
And cast him down onto an ashen hearth.
Look not upon the lion faced season
Or its brazen path for answers to life,
But take the moment to trace the horizon,
And float on the seconds flooded with light.
Drink of t
Where Only I am PresentI tread along the rain-worn streetsWhere Only I am Present5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of urban sprawls whose dwellers sleep
In pied quilts or a lover's fold,
Minds filled with easy, pleasant dreams.
Within the hour, young and old
Will rise for what the day might hold,
With vigor’s kiss on beating breasts,
To ward from winter's ice and cold.
The maples bow to winds' duress -
Adorned in frost, their Sunday best;
Though as for snow upon the ground,
Such sparsity does ill impress.
I cleave my path without a sound,
As if to shore the magic wound
Throughout the city's empty sweep
Where only I am present bound.
Werewolf PleaOh great motherWerewolf Plea8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Night be your brother
Hear my plea
Make a wolf of me!
Grant me paws
Sharp talons and claws
Grant me a pelt
Only the sun can melt
Grant me fangs
Pointed that hang
Grant me eyes
Sharp that cut through lies
Grant me a howl
A powerful growl
Grant me a tail
One that will not fail
Heres where I stand
Over this great land
Wild and free
This is my true destiny
My EnglandI care not for neon lightsMy England1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or garish 'stylish' clothes t' buy,
I only want the sun t' shine
in fair o' pleasant England.
I care not for new Ipads
or nipping out to take a drag,
I only want t' grab a bag
and hike in my own England.
Plastic smiles and distant hugs
I think for now I've had enough,
I only want the land I love
the moors and woods of England.
Silver bark and golden leaves
Birds sing soar in autumn breeze,
I only want the grasses green
in glowing dusk of England.
Now I'm old and still I sigh
at admirals red and foxgloves high.
Yes, I feel there's no place like
my homey fields of England.
'Ware The Fae'Ware The Fae7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Ware The Fae
To those who walk the secret places,
By the meres
Through shadowed night and mornings bright
When deft sunlight
Through branches spears,
O'er the hills and e'er anon
When heights are won
And clouds enfold,
Or diving 'mongst the reefs of gold
And sights untold
And floating there,
Who, ming'ling with creatures of old
And fishes bold
And mermaids' hair,
Patrol the surf and dunes of sand
Along the strand
For the call
From Neptune's hall
Where the seashells slide and glisten
You who sleep among desert stars
When camel cars
Who through the dust and on the prowl
With coyotes' howl
To those whose tracks lead ever back
To leafy scenes,
In jungles green,
And those who cross great grassy plains
You who hearken to the Lady's call
And see it all
That she unveils for you to share,
If finding there
Then be aware that if you dare
If you use care:
You will find
That which ever onward trails
ElementsElementsElements9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Water, Fire, Earth combine.
Herald, sing your angel's cry.
Water, Fire, Earth combine.
Sing it to the very sky.
Light and Darkness, ever shine.
Light; the angel, beauty define.
Light and Darkness, ever shine.
Dark, the angry, yet so divine.
Space and Time, forever grand.
High above or in the sand.
Space and Time, forever grand.
In the air or on the land.
Wind and Lightning, never gone.
Clouds above were once withdrawn.
Wind and Lightning, never gone.
Life below, only a pawn.
Hidden secrets, life abound.
From the Darkness, shadows bound.
Hidden secrets, life abound.
Spring forth the truth, at last found.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.October Eyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.
Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,
So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.
Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,
Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.
With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,
The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
The Willow's StoryWalking by the waterwaysThe Willow's Story6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I spied a weeping willow,
Green of leaf but bent in grief
A masterpiece of sorrow.
Unsure of why this tree were broke
In lowered voice I softly spoke:
Willow, tell me why you weep
Do you despise the hum of flies?
Are you sick of water deep?
Do you look upon the glaring skies
And long for hollow sleep?
Human I have watched this world
Too many years in silent thought,
I've reached for stars with limb unfurled
With twigs and branches overwrought.
That lofty race was never won,
I who stretched towards the sun
Ceased to grow and now I know,
Truly I am nearly done.
For such as us live fleeting lives
And only grow so tall,
When willows reach a certain size,
Long leaves begin to fall.
This is how you find me here,
Sick from unknown ill
And is it weak to shed a tear
That all will soon be still?
Though may I ask you sit with me?
And read some rhyme out loud,
Perhaps of immortality
To lift this morbid cloud.
Forgive me Willow if you wo
WinterWinter11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The old man smiles through clear blue eyes
and skies embracing fertile clouds
expectant with fractal flake children.
He doffs his hat of hazy mist
for geriatric trees, bald heads
displaying their crinkled-wood wisdom.
One hand adjusts his bare-earth tweed
to smooth the frost on collar hills
and straighten a river-ice necktie.
He wanders, smiling at his world
unfurled in tasteful winter shades
now painted on seasonal canvas.
The Wolves Around UsThe Wolves Around UsThe Wolves Around Us10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am Sunwolf; I will light your way as you walk down your path.
I am Cloudwolf; I will bring you shade when you become weary.
I am Rainwolf; I will carry the water for all the thirsty people.
I am Windwolf; I love to play with you as I run across the lands.
I am Riverwolf; Can you see me as I swim with the fishes and otters?
I am Forestwolf; I will run ahead to make sure the way is safe for you.
I am Lightningwolf; Admire my grace as I run to the sky and back.
I am Thunderwolf; Don't be afraid as you hear my mighty roar.
I am Mountainwolf; Be careful as you move through the rocky terrain.
I am Desertwolf; Keep moving so that the heat does not overwhelm you.
I am Skywolf; Relax as my fur will change color for you to enjoy.
I am Moonwolf; I will watch over you as my silver fur shines brightly.
I am Nightwolf; I will stay with you under a blanket of many stars.
I am Dreamwolf; I will keep you company as you sleep peacefully.
I am the wolf inside of you and I will alwa
Clovelly BeachThere is not any sandClovelly Beach5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On this beach; it's just stone
In a thick gray-white strand
With a blue undertone,
And an iron-red cliff
That has been overgrown
With thin grasses made stiff
By the sun. The seesaw
Of the surf, like a biff,
Can crush stones in its maw
And then toss them out, fresh,
Having rubbed out each flaw,
With the smoothness of flesh,
Every rock is reborn,
Nested tight in a mesh
Of seaweed, and kept warm
By a sprinkling of dust
Made of silt and the fresh
Taste of salt. Each wave's thrust
Sends a mineral scent
On a sweet exodus
From this beach made of stones
And the smoothness of bones.