By the White WolfBy the White Wolf1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the White Wolf
She's come to me now
It's finally over
I pass into the gray
Her visage terrible and wonderful to behold
Her fur stark white
The spirit of death is she
She comes to guide my soul
What remains of me
I still my heartbeat
I quench my breath
She has marked me with the scent of death
Close your eyes and expose your neck
Let her sink her fangs into you throat
Let her bleed you of your spirit
Let her bleed you of your soul
Let her guide you into the gray
There is no family now
No pack to depend on
In the end we start our road alone
We will see the ones we love when she visits them
Stare into her eyes now
A Wolf's PrayerA Wolf's Prayer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The songs we sing,
Aren't enough anymore.
The prayers we prayed,
No matter how many tears we cry,
The dead won't come back to life.
And no, I won't howl anymore.
And no I won't be safe anymore
No matter how many times we hear the ones of our kind cry,
No matter how many times, they shoot the life
Out of us,
No matter, no matter;
No matter what we do.
They won't stop,
They will keep on shooting
Brothers, no matter, how loud we raise our voice,
Our children have no save place for life
And no matter how many times we see,
The lights fade out from the eyes of our beloved,
They won't stop killing and screamin
Black DogBlack Dog7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something hits too close to home
this time it looks as if I'll be alone
I get up to be beaten down again
It feels so hopeless, without any friends
I close my eyes
I don't want to see anymore
Little PuppyLittle Puppy2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Little Pup is all alone,
Wagging his tail every time he sees,
His lovely master as she comes home.
But the day goes on,
And the work comes and goes,
With the cute little puppy whining.
The door locks,
And the doggy is stuck,
In an odd shaped box till master comes home.
Little Pup all alone tonight,
No one to come and say hello,
And no one to pet or play fetch with.
Six 'o'clock rolls around,
And the door doesn't shake,
No master home yet by the sun's last light.
Eight rolls around,
And the yellow moon comes up,
Little puppy whine and barks at the door.
Little Pup all alone tonight,
Midnight rolls around and the pup whines,
Not knowing M
.: The Wolf's Winter.: The Wolf's Winter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winter's breath will paralyze the hearts of humankind.
The land becomes a frozen tomb to test their fragile lives.
But across the land the wolf does run, beneath the pale blue sky.
Fleeting paws and wagging tails, the world has come alive!
With every falling flake of snow, the longer the wolves shall play!
In the face of the storm, the humans cower within their homes all day.
In their fear and misery they declare,
"We will outlast this day!"
The wolves continue to run and play,
"There's nothing to outlast!" they say.
PoetryPoetry7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Deep within my mind
It is channeled through my pen
I'm writing poems
I'm writing poems
It's channeled through my pen
Deep within my mind
Flash's MonologueI live today to tell you I will live forever. Not one stallion is strong enough, not one cunning.Flash's Monologue3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If one stallion is to so much as threaten my very existence...
HIS THROAT shall be my breakfast.
So what does it mean to rule all of Chevaline?
It means courage, it means wisdom, it means POWER!
Without such interchangeable forces, one cannot rule.
But I, Flash, am BLESSED,
And with this blessing, comes a new hope.
Am I to hand over my throne to that dreadful excuse of a foal?
I think not, he shall perish with the rest.
My father may have been cruel, but I can be crueller.
Be ready, Chevaline, for the new ruler.
Wolf's call.A moons glow big and bright,Wolf's call.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't hide this nights fight,
Between a beast and a man,
They struggle in chaos without a plan,
But in this fight one shadow falls,
For one who heeds his nightly calls.
But in his blood the beast runs wild,
And blood lust clouds his eyes once mild,
Claws grow thick,sharp and strong,
And tail drags matted, bushy and long,
for this beast is but a man,
so fight over he ran and ran.
The Wolf I run fast, my paws swift on the silvery forest floor. My destination: the peak of Rime Mountain, which gives the perfect outlook to view the radiant full moon in these unsympathetic December months. As a young cub, I had often dreamed of gazing at the full moon, sitting on the peak of Rime Mountain, and finally, tonight is the night my fantasy will be fulfilled.The Wolf5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
My jet black fur seems to ripple from the onslaught of the Northern breeze whistling though the pine trees, music to my alert ears. The gust brings welcome scents of my brothers and sisters, but I am hesitant to join them. I had always imagined the moment being s
Der WerwolfLautlos flog die Fledermaus,Der Werwolf1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Der runde Mond kam silbrig raus.
Krallen wuchsen, Kleidung riss,
Ich spürte wild mein Wolfsgebiss.
Die Augen waren rot vor Glut,
Ich war gefährlich, voller Wut.
Ich hatt' seit Monden nichts gefressen,
Da roch ich fern ein gutes Essen.
Ein junges Mädchen ganz allein,
Wie konnte sie so dämlich sein?
Ein weiter Sprung, ein schriller Schrei,
Ein kurzer Kampf, es war vorbei.
Nun war die hübsche Jungfer tot,
Ihr Körper war mein Abendbrot
Dark MoonDark Moon8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That day was meant to be a day of joy. That was the day he was born. A birth is always a source of happiness, they say. Sometimes, however, they can be wrong. That day wasn't really a day of joy. Why, you'll ask. That was something only the old sage understood at first. That was linked to a secret she was the only one to know in the tribe. When she held this tiny newborn in her arms, only son of her only daughter, she was in fact very happy at first. But soon, her instinct told her there was something wrong. She looked at him, at his eyes. He looked as innocent as every baby in this world. He was just a little child that that world
5. Someday -Gift for NorthernLights78-Running. Faster. Fear.5. Someday -Gift for NorthernLights78-1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thoughts jerk through my mind haltingly, like claws scrabbling at a kill's tough meat, and I slam on the brakes, heart pounding. My wild skid sends loose debris hurtling upwards, and the pack of shadows fueling my flight leaps to a standstill. Gulping great lungfuls of breath, I cast my gaze about wildly as the shadows melt into giant trees, branches piercing the air like the hostile antlers of a stag, and clumps of thick underbrushperfect for concealing my enemies.
Gotta keep running, gotta keep going; can't stop now!
Breath scrapes out my throat, into the air, and fear-scent swathes me in a sickening cloud. A
A Poem For AngieA Poem For Angie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear Smart, Elegant, Clumsy, Big, Dumb, Nice, Mean, Unknown,
I am a beautiful Lab
I am a fat Lab
I am a smart Lab
I am a dumb Lab
I am an elegant Lab
I am a Clumsey Lab
I am a nice Lab
I am a mean Lab
I am an unknown Lab
Make up your mind
What am I to you
One says one,
Other says the opposite
Am I dumb
Or am I smart?
Am I mean
Or am I nice?
Make up your mind
Am I perfect,
Or just a copy
A copy of an old
I hear talk of Buddy
You say he was better
You say he was your heart
But then what am I?
"You are a beautiful
Smart as well as Dumb
Elegant and Clumsey
Dog that can't be replaced
Dear KibaYou know not who I amDear Kiba7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know who you are
I know the tales of awe
Your life wrote in pages erased
And that is why, with a
Loving heart, I write to you
You must wonder why a letter
To you, comes from somebody unknown
Though I know you not socially
I feel, I truly know you
Because you keep so much inside
Is why many learn about you
You mean anything about any being
Though you show a vacant expression
I know what you always feel:
Proud of the creation you are
Determined to win at all costs
But heartful of the life anywhere
I can see you under rain
Holding a withering plant by mouth
As if 'tis shadows, I can
See you white
Past's Rain (In Spirit We Are Free)Pasts Rain (In Spirit We Are Free)Past's Rain (In Spirit We Are Free)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We roam through this world
Weary pawed and bleary eyed
Pushing forever forward
Hiding sorrow felt inside
They move on as we move forward
Past the spirit realm
They stand one final time
And smile where they dwell
Then they disappear from all
But deepest memories
We cry as they fade away
In spirit they are free
We can't move our paws again
Not in this sorrow made of rain
For we know that once it clears
None remain the same
Because it's difficult on the day
To see beyond the sorrow
May looking back in memory
Help comfort us tomorrow
Loved and FreeLoved and Free1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loved and Free
But forever with me
Lost from sight, but always in mind
I wonder if she hears my cry's
The past is gone, under padded feet
While the future brings what it will
The only thing certain is the maybes
Perhaps she watches over me
Her spirit is imbued within me
Draped around my shoulders like a cloak
She is in my heartbeat
The beating of my soul
She speaks to me when sleeping
To others when I'm awake
For she helped shape my spirit
With her body I was made
She taught me many things
She brought me from her den
Gave the world to me
And in the end showed one final thing
She showed that I was loved and free
Torna Role play anyone welcome Tornado smelled the territory markers; she didn't care. She could see a lake was hidden from the windy side of the mountain by vegetation. The valley lake promised to have a spectacular view.Torna Role play anyone welcome5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
The more mature and weaker members of her pack stopped at the border. A few only paused when they saw that she intended to leave their sight.
She reached the lake and found the promised vista. Tornado tested the temperature of the lake to be delighted, it wasn't that cold.
She waded in and took a drink; it wasn't as refreshing as glacier-ice feed. But it was fun to be in. Her pack-mate's similar discovery was signed by sound of displaced water, and the waves that lapped her upper legs.
Knowing there was fighting yet ahead she did not indulge. She turned away and watcher her friends play from ha vantage point. The high-ground. I
The Other One: Letting GoSeeming to stare right into her heart, the deep green eyes of the wolf matched her own, locking with her gaze, refusing to let her go.The Other One: Letting Go5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A faint, distant fear chimed in the back of her head - nervousness, uncertainty, deliberation - yet the gaze of her fellow was calming, cool, unhurried. Without words it spoke volumes, and those very things that he did not say yet said made her body seem to settle, and put her mind at rest.
Calm. Embrace. Relax. Not think. Feel.
The ideas were broken, portrayed in his bright green eyes and flat, red-brown fur, evident in the cool way he glanced away from her and then back again, and the way he stood and hel