Poems About Werewolves Seeking Honest Critique
#werewolves
midevil
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 11:56pm
19th Oct 2019 11:56pm
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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midevil
Poem Published
19th Oct 2019 11:43pm
19th Oct 2019 11:43pm
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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LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 6:45am
18th Oct 2019 6:45am
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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HadesRising
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 3:59am
10th Oct 2019 3:59am
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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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
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...
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...
#scary
#vampires
#ShortStory #werewolves
#ShortStory #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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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
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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
#werewolves
#luck
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marielavoue
Gypsy Red
Gypsy Red
Poem Published
16th Jul 2013 6:34pm
16th Jul 2013 6:34pm
The Lycan
A full moon, this night feels tenebrious;
a sad howl can be heard as if in lament,
the wolves have begun a nighttime chorus.
A lone wanderer feels the now familiar
physical change that will transform him,
a cycle dictated mercilessly by the lunar calendar.
He is cursed, yet without knowing why,
being the seventh son, of a seventh son
sealed him to this miserable fate without crime.
A solitude, forced, a very heavy cross to bear,
he cannot trust himself around humankind,
unable to control the carnage he is not willing to dare. ...
a sad howl can be heard as if in lament,
the wolves have begun a nighttime chorus.
A lone wanderer feels the now familiar
physical change that will transform him,
a cycle dictated mercilessly by the lunar calendar.
He is cursed, yet without knowing why,
being the seventh son, of a seventh son
sealed him to this miserable fate without crime.
A solitude, forced, a very heavy cross to bear,
he cannot trust himself around humankind,
unable to control the carnage he is not willing to dare. ...
#dark
#werewolves
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icedloney
Anthony Barr
Anthony Barr
Poem Published
16th Oct 2012 11:05pm
16th Oct 2012 11:05pm
The monsters inside of me
As the sky grow dark, it fills me with fear
For i can feel something coming, its getting near
A defining roar, sends chills down my spine
As i run for the hills, it closes in from behind
A monstrous beast, blood thirsty eyes
A demon of earth, shall i meet my demise
With a swift strike, it drops me to my knees
Taunting me, just before the kill
Striking me once more, i fear this is the end
What is this beast, this beast within
I fear the worst, as i stand back up
Feeling my arm, what is this stuff?
Covered in hair, dripping with blood
How...
For i can feel something coming, its getting near
A defining roar, sends chills down my spine
As i run for the hills, it closes in from behind
A monstrous beast, blood thirsty eyes
A demon of earth, shall i meet my demise
With a swift strike, it drops me to my knees
Taunting me, just before the kill
Striking me once more, i fear this is the end
What is this beast, this beast within
I fear the worst, as i stand back up
Feeling my arm, what is this stuff?
Covered in hair, dripping with blood
How...
#dark
#werewolves
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MarekMonster
Poem Published
1st Aug 2012 00:26am
1st Aug 2012 00:26am
The Night Of Your Dream
Once i believed that we can be free,
somewhere deep in your eyes i saw a hope,
under the hands of evil, i was scared,
scared of our death.
Every night i dreamed about freedom,
within the stars i felt strong enough,
enough to conquer the death,
only with you by me,
but you gave your life for the love and now i have to fight alone.
Every night, i promise i will fight,
to give them what we never had,
i wish you to be here, to see all those hearts living free,
your dream is comming true,
your love changed the world forever, ...
somewhere deep in your eyes i saw a hope,
under the hands of evil, i was scared,
scared of our death.
Every night i dreamed about freedom,
within the stars i felt strong enough,
enough to conquer the death,
only with you by me,
but you gave your life for the love and now i have to fight alone.
Every night, i promise i will fight,
to give them what we never had,
i wish you to be here, to see all those hearts living free,
your dream is comming true,
your love changed the world forever, ...
#love
#lyrics
#freedom #werewolves
#freedom #werewolves
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Whitewand6
Poem Published
19th May 2012 3:55pm
19th May 2012 3:55pm
h e a r t l e s s
First thing
in the morning
I notice
the purple patches
on my chest
across the floor
all the way
to the window
Upon reaching there
I see the broken glass
crusts of crimson
on the jagged edges
dried
ominous
outside
the moonless night
has been replaced by
the day of hard sun
I break down while
washing my face
that's right
love is a werewolf
in the morning
I notice
the purple patches
on my chest
across the floor
all the way
to the window
Upon reaching there
I see the broken glass
crusts of crimson
on the jagged edges
dried
ominous
outside
the moonless night
has been replaced by
the day of hard sun
I break down while
washing my face
that's right
love is a werewolf
#love
#hurt
#werewolves
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