Poems about Werewolves
#werewolves
Poems about werewolves, shape-shifters and lycan. A werewolf, or lycanthrope, is a human who can shape-shift into a wolf, or gain wolf-like traits. Poetry about choosing to become a werewolf, or being cursed to become one. Dark fantasy and gothic poems about werewolves and a full moon.
Oliviahoney
Poem Published
6th Jun 2019 10:16pm
6th Jun 2019 10:16pm
The beast
My Nude body lying prone on the dark moss-covered ground, in the heart of the woods
I am alerted by a sound far in the distance, I slowly stand up my tresses falling partially covering my body
My ears straining to detect in what direction the sound is coming from, the sound growing louder
I feel the ground shaking beneath my feet, there is a tightness in my chest, and I see a form coming towards me.
The size of the beast as its eyes stare at me intently keep me rooted to the spot.
It’s slowly approaching me I close my eyes, I feel hot...
I am alerted by a sound far in the distance, I slowly stand up my tresses falling partially covering my body
My ears straining to detect in what direction the sound is coming from, the sound growing louder
I feel the ground shaking beneath my feet, there is a tightness in my chest, and I see a form coming towards me.
The size of the beast as its eyes stare at me intently keep me rooted to the spot.
It’s slowly approaching me I close my eyes, I feel hot...
#erotic
#BDSM
#dirty #werewolves
#dirty #werewolves
219 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
19th May 2019 8:45am
19th May 2019 8:45am
breasts
breasts
I like breasts in my infancy I didn’t get
To cling them, the mother was ill and I was sent
To home run by the salvation army.
I stretched my tiny arms up to touch them
But they hastily withdrew.
In my young years, I suckled man abrest
Some of them liked it.
I was never a pussy man for me it was just
A damp hole to discharge my desire.
Big bums are nice too especially when on a bed.
Given a chance I can suckle wrinkled, low hanging
Breasts, even small ones. I no longer care
Brests are best, those without one are of little...
I like breasts in my infancy I didn’t get
To cling them, the mother was ill and I was sent
To home run by the salvation army.
I stretched my tiny arms up to touch them
But they hastily withdrew.
In my young years, I suckled man abrest
Some of them liked it.
I was never a pussy man for me it was just
A damp hole to discharge my desire.
Big bums are nice too especially when on a bed.
Given a chance I can suckle wrinkled, low hanging
Breasts, even small ones. I no longer care
Brests are best, those without one are of little...
#vampires
#aliens
#witches #werewolves
#witches #werewolves
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Countrygirl96
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 4:20am
30th Apr 2019 4:20am
In Heat
#lust
#erotic
#dreams #werewolves
#dreams #werewolves
349 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2019 9:04am
23rd Mar 2019 9:04am
s little poem
For a small poem
Night rain falls softly
On a cobblestones
Seen by a streetlamp
From roofs rain rolls
Down like tears and
Not a word is spoken.
A little nothing
A cat sits on
The steps
Not catching rats
Admires
The moon
Night rain falls softly
On a cobblestones
Seen by a streetlamp
From roofs rain rolls
Down like tears and
Not a word is spoken.
A little nothing
A cat sits on
The steps
Not catching rats
Admires
The moon
#monsters
#ghosts
#aliens #werewolves
#aliens #werewolves
95 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 8:54am
22nd Mar 2019 8:54am
sighting
Sighting
Far out the on the Pacific ocean
I saw a ship sailing upside down
A fata morgana, a mirror from another
Dimension sailing on the outside
Of the horizon.
The explanation given was trite
I preferred to believe in a world outside
Our horizon that is limitless.
Everything is true, and everything is false
The keel of the phantom ship was held
Up by blues clouds.
Far out the on the Pacific ocean
I saw a ship sailing upside down
A fata morgana, a mirror from another
Dimension sailing on the outside
Of the horizon.
The explanation given was trite
I preferred to believe in a world outside
Our horizon that is limitless.
Everything is true, and everything is false
The keel of the phantom ship was held
Up by blues clouds.
#vampires
#ghosts
#fairies
#witches
#werewolves
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1 Comment
Stanhoven
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 7:21am
8th Mar 2019 7:21am
The Night Slays
Gathered on the hill, gaze towards the wood
Couching silently still, hearts started to race as they stood
Hounds barks echoed thru the trees
Hunters torches smoke carried on the twilight breeze
Turning to single two to flank their right
Nodding for two to flank the left as they came close to sight
Standing as the pack looked on, their smell so close
The hounds were let go to run ahead
Starting to shift, started to take form
A muzzle tightened a command given as they began to run
The hounds barks were now silenced in the night ...
Couching silently still, hearts started to race as they stood
Hounds barks echoed thru the trees
Hunters torches smoke carried on the twilight breeze
Turning to single two to flank their right
Nodding for two to flank the left as they came close to sight
Standing as the pack looked on, their smell so close
The hounds were let go to run ahead
Starting to shift, started to take form
A muzzle tightened a command given as they began to run
The hounds barks were now silenced in the night ...
#oppression
#rebellion
#werewolves
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2019 10:22am
5th Mar 2019 10:22am
flying objects
Flying things
I once saw a flying pig
there was a hard wind blowing from the east.
over the bay of Cascais
The wind slackened and dropped the pig
that was alive and swimming ashore
alas, where men with knives waited.
Every café was serving pork in all its form
a pig is versatile for human consumption.
Can't say the same for my little donkey
on the terrace, it costs me a fortune in carrots
but it has sweet-smelling droppings which
I dry and sell to rose lovers.
I once saw a flying pig
there was a hard wind blowing from the east.
over the bay of Cascais
The wind slackened and dropped the pig
that was alive and swimming ashore
alas, where men with knives waited.
Every café was serving pork in all its form
a pig is versatile for human consumption.
Can't say the same for my little donkey
on the terrace, it costs me a fortune in carrots
but it has sweet-smelling droppings which
I dry and sell to rose lovers.
#monsters
#vampires
#unicorns #werewolves
#unicorns #werewolves
66 reads
1 Comment
eswaller
Poem Published
25th Nov 2018 4:23am
25th Nov 2018 4:23am
Bloodthirsty - Visual Poem
#dark
#moon
#werewolves
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moontigerntn
Bo Lanier
Bo Lanier
Poem Published
16th Oct 2016 11:27pm
16th Oct 2016 11:27pm
Full Moon over Werewolf
Full moon in the sky, curse of the werewolf on the rise
And the poison runs through his veins and then
The man becomes the beast once again...
FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill
Tearing through the mountains and hills, on the heels
Of his next bloody meal, all the stories you've heard
Are true, so please don't go out tonight if you don't
Have to if you value your life 'cuz there is a FULL
MOON OVER A WEREWOLF tonight...
And across the country side you can hear the
Tormented howling, let that be a warning for the
Curse of the werewolf can...
And the poison runs through his veins and then
The man becomes the beast once again...
FULL MOON OVER WEREWOLF going in for the kill
Tearing through the mountains and hills, on the heels
Of his next bloody meal, all the stories you've heard
Are true, so please don't go out tonight if you don't
Have to if you value your life 'cuz there is a FULL
MOON OVER A WEREWOLF tonight...
And across the country side you can hear the
Tormented howling, let that be a warning for the
Curse of the werewolf can...
#werewolves
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1 Comment
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
14th Oct 2015 8:04am
14th Oct 2015 8:04am
L Y C A N T H R O P Y
we have evolved
we don't need the moon to transform
but the pain hasn't resolved
that blistering sting
in the bottom of my spine
spreading like million needles
bulged veins in a root pattern
each hair piercing the skin
one after another
broken jaw, torn skin
the cracks in my face
forming the shape
swelled veins run to arms and legs
bursting out the nails, scattering blood
like a fucked up massacre
I'm the nastiest amongst us
I taste my fingers
eyes burn
flame remain ...
#anger
#dark
#violence #werewolves
#violence #werewolves
481 reads
5 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th May 2015 10:51am
14th May 2015 10:51am
werewolf
Female Werewolf
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some
water and she led me to a...
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some
water and she led me to a...
#narrative
#luck
#werewolves
335 reads
1 Comment
DevilsChild
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2015 3:48pm
23rd Jan 2015 3:48pm
Werewolf
#dark
#sex
#erotic #werewolves
#erotic #werewolves
1084 reads
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