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.
Loup Garou
Lobos hunt the Gallic land.
Ways of man they understand.
At will or Luna change occurs.
Hell’s nemesis connoisseurs.
One hundred one nights of cursed regret.
Dare love lost tell of when we met.
Till shed blood speaks the secret true.
Pray thee not a Loup Garou.
Ways of man they understand.
At will or Luna change occurs.
Hell’s nemesis connoisseurs.
One hundred one nights of cursed regret.
Dare love lost tell of when we met.
Till shed blood speaks the secret true.
Pray thee not a Loup Garou.
#werewolves
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Bzou
A bathing midnight sun’s soft glow
Caress lost souls and freed shadows.
Along a path of lesser light
Came the children of the night.
No longer forced to wait and hide
Their hunger fed till satisfied.
On mortals flesh they often feast
Such bloody banquets feed the beast.
Beyond the end of fairy tales
Where laughter turns to screams and wails.
Awaits a different kind of end
Those faint of heart can’t comprehend.
The naïve and weak is how it thrives
That one such fable still survives.
Away from grandma’s lonely home
And...
Caress lost souls and freed shadows.
Along a path of lesser light
Came the children of the night.
No longer forced to wait and hide
Their hunger fed till satisfied.
On mortals flesh they often feast
Such bloody banquets feed the beast.
Beyond the end of fairy tales
Where laughter turns to screams and wails.
Awaits a different kind of end
Those faint of heart can’t comprehend.
The naïve and weak is how it thrives
That one such fable still survives.
Away from grandma’s lonely home
And...
#werewolves
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Play
Gabbing through memes / Stacking cream / Backwards lean / Laughter from the unseen / I keep having that dream of running naked with you, furry, clawed, on all fours / Animal stream, mated at core / Torrid daze / So that's never orate / Relegate it back to that space / Coded language spray / Loaded and thrown away / Flow for days / Spit and play habitue / Dues overpaid / Burlesque wake / Jestful sway / From the start it stays / Particles and waves / Overflowing with play
#sex
#fire
#LifeAsAWriter #werewolves
#LifeAsAWriter #werewolves
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FOOL MOON
I will not believe all the lies
Wriiten in the fairie tale of my life
Black on white and day or night
Just a tragedy by the candle light
And
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
From the haunted moors to the promised land
Adorned in the fabric of Lucien's nightmare
I scorn the idols of Faith raped from you
Perfection in desecration...
Wriiten in the fairie tale of my life
Black on white and day or night
Just a tragedy by the candle light
And
I'm ripping apart beneath the fool moon
Remember the beauty that bested me
A haunted destiny
She took my silver tongue
And gave me bestial howls
I love the taste of you
BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST MEAT TO ME
From the haunted moors to the promised land
Adorned in the fabric of Lucien's nightmare
I scorn the idols of Faith raped from you
Perfection in desecration...
#love
#death
#werewolves #curse
#werewolves #curse
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Wolf's Bane
Alcohol, drugs, sex ...
It's a Universal Law
we are only as strong
as the day is long
Night tells different stories
and for some of us
the moon pulls it out
a few pennies at a time
in dreadful installments
It's a Universal Law
we are only as strong
as the day is long
Night tells different stories
and for some of us
the moon pulls it out
a few pennies at a time
in dreadful installments
#sex
#alcohol
#drugs
#werewolves
#StephenKing
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The Window in the Third Floor
He feels a chill down his spine as he walks through the door. The music is loud, the air is warm and everyone seems in a trance as they dance into the night.
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers thumps...
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers thumps...
#scary
#vampires
#ShortStory #werewolves
#ShortStory #werewolves
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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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In Heat

#lust
#erotic
#dreams #werewolves
#dreams #werewolves
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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
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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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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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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
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