WerewolfChild of darkness,Werewolf8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
creature of night,
discard your skin
and hunt tonight
Dream of forests,
relish the change
At night your skin
for pelt exchange
Golden eyes that
burn like flame
with skill and power
none can tame
The pack is swift,
the alpha strong,
it's time to sing
the lunar song
A chorus forms,
their voices clear,
all can hear
Though night is over,
feel no sorrow,
you shall hunt
Wolf's CryWolf's Cry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wolf basks beneath the night,
Gasping the air below the moons light,
Howling at the rays of midnight sky,
Bewildering the moment with an inner sigh,
I stand alone
In the darkness of this rugged land,
Where nothing can go hand in hand,
Staring into the sky through eyes wistfully,
Into a realm where I can never be truly,
Be on my own
Once I belonged to a pack,
Where trails of footprints go in track,
As we ventured into the mountains bliss,
Where nothing can be seen in the abyss,
I felt so alone
At a time when I needed them most,
My brethren were in the forest lost,
As I journeyed through the woods of Faerie,
Lost in the sensation of a moonlight ferry,
For all the brethren who had lied,
For every lone wolf who had died,
For the hunt where we never succeeded,
For the forest we had never seceded,
For the lost that will never be bribed.
As I wail a lupine howl through the night sky,
An answer to the moon, this is my wo
DeedsDeeds11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you continue to refuse me flight,
Please remove my wings.
My hope is more painful
Than my hopelessness.
I make my run to jump
Off this cliff
But I am jerked back
By my dog color
And the chained rods
You Have Driven!
Through my shoulders.
Every movement is
Rage is my all consuming.
I twirl about my prison in
I pick up my rust covered chains
That have held me captive,
I and I twirl them about my forearms and
I trace these chains
To the stone wall in which they are
I pull them tight and place
Upon the stone wall
And pull upon my shackles.
And grunt in the effort.
My soul burns with hate
At my imprisonment,
My veins flow
With a river of rage,
My eyes free
Tears of blood.
The chains dig deep into my flesh
Parting it as the red sea
My muscles are taught
With the strain of
Just a few minutes?
A few years?
All my life?
I flap wings
I have not used,
The world is crimson,
Gusts forth from my great wing
The Poem I Wont Share With YouTitle: The Poem I Wont Share With You.The Poem I Wont Share With You8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can I look at you with a mirror?
And press my chilled lips against your warm face?
Then I may feel the childish tingle of chilled glass
on a Summers morning.
I cant look at you through a window,
where I can see the inches separating us.
Could I push your throat into the water;
my hands upon your chest,
as my fingers grip your shoulders
and my teeth fill your lungs with water?
(Then your curls and mine disappear beneath the bubbles.)
Could I do that, and not cause you pain?
Could I do that, and still remain sane?
Yes, but the thought of it is too scary to pursue.
Look at my reflection in the mirror.
Tell me what you see.
Who am I, to you?
Would you take my face,
in your lengthy-fingered hands;
and press your cold lips against my fiery surface,
only to find that my silver-swept visage
is just a mirrors mirage,
then find yourself in those wind-swept deserts
just trying to find a way to resurface th