Howling Poems

Howling poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of howling poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on howling are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Full Moon Over Werewolf

Full Moon Over Werewolf short poem

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

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Cold Rain

Cold Rain long poem

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter

The Photo Frame

The Photo Frame short poem

It was a photograph, as old as Their marriage, of both of them. His face radiating her fulsome bliss, Now eroded, tarnished and frayed At the edges, slowly, yet surely. Trying to tear him out of mind, She turned over

Olive Branch

Olive Branch short poem

Anti-howling receives the deserter. There was a mass breast-beating without any noise. The pugnacious jaw drops. Shows a frail sensitivity to tormented values – of invisible mirrors, shutting down the wolf’s face. An ancient spider jumps on your bronzed ego.

Mirror

Mirror short poem

In the quiet room, I was all alone. On the laptop screen, the onslaught of Primitive memories was making me cool. The lamps were not lighting the streets. While deleting the texts, I felt as if Some people were murmuring

The Port

The Port short poem

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

And All Things Move Closer To Their End

And All Things Move Closer To Their End long poem

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

In The Still Of The Night

In The Still Of The Night short poem

The hills around me stand silent, Veiled in the darkness Of a sombre, bitter-chill winter night, As though mourning for a beloved long gone The cold winds blow from across the sea Over the peaks, thru’ the valleys and the

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Now You Know

Now You Know short poem

You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash,

At my doorstep

At my doorstep short poem

I stand at my doorstep, Eyes straining on the very path you walked by… I wait to hear those footsteps retreating, back to me, you in my arms again… I shut the door, sighing. I then hear a soft knock;

Mystical Twilight

Mystical Twilight short poem

Camping in the outback of Manning Park. In the approaching twilight created by the “Grand Master”. A blend of majestic colors have addressed the eastern skyline. Soft hues of mauves, leading the eye into hints of blended greys and pastel

Ode To Winter

Ode To Winter ode

You are not a season but a presence, An imagined whisper in someone’s ear. And with your hollow footsteps of silence, Perhaps a traveler who is not here. A Phantom that haunts the city, That we inhabit while we are

I want you to understand

I want you to understand long poem

Tonight, I am angry. Tonight, I am angry that, you don’t lie in my arms and I don’t know if you ever will again. Tonight, I am angry that these days we speak with words and not with caresses. that

The Night Owl

The Night Owl long poem

Dark blue sky falls into night, an ever-glowing heart-filled twinkles sparkling with the help of the moon labyrinthine, neatly quintessential resplendence laying heavenly across the sky.. Old wise owl sings inside an old oak tree with orange-yellow red leaves, wind

Resurrection

Resurrection prose poem

From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine

Be Not That Breeze

Be Not That Breeze prose poem

Are you the gentle breeze that, Wafting timidly o’er the arid lands, Bring with it the bounteous seeds Of life, scattering them far and wide Over barren plains and greying crags, Altering the countenance of what we Perceived originally to

The Fall Of Nod

The Fall Of Nod long poem

I watch storm clouds drag themselves over broken city skylines. Listen to their thundering hearts, beat the promise of the malign. The frigid touch of rain, falling from a million hollow eyes. I wait and wish for my demise. In

A Paean To Reasonable Men.

A Paean To Reasonable Men. ballad

Beyond the storm of screams and groans And cries of a wretched tortured people, Lies a child curled, fists to his ears Consumed by the roar and fury Of a haunted Peace. Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise

Hooligan Wind!

Hooligan Wind! short poem

I watched the wind having wicked fun today Stripping leaves from trees and hurling them like confetti Forcing flowers to frantically dance to any old tune Sucking up grit and spitting it in unsuspecting faces Snatching hats from the heads

Your Absence Greets Me

Your Absence Greets Me short poem

Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!

The Dust Of Thought

The Dust Of Thought short poem

Like you once said Now we, no longer whole Nor known by name Familiar once forgotten now Our thoughts our words An insubstantial haze Of weightless dust The mass and means Of what we were The remnants of our being

The Light

The Light short poem

come and hold, my heart shouted but someone held my hand behind. words gushed out of my mind… let me go…i yelled.. but no mercy was shown rather was i held hard. i tried to escape, but all in vain.

Pale Blue Eyes

Pale Blue Eyes prose poem

If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind

Chronic Wait

Chronic Wait short poem

When a full moon was taking a bath by the serene lake, you moved about in abandoned identity, your sides flaring up. A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired to prevent a

The Ritual

The Ritual short poem

Nihilist: Being observed, makes you feel undressed, naked. A linear, ramp rage rises. Pieces of time fall in your mouth. You start behaving erratically. Hawthorne effect? You know how sharp, stout are the stings? Testicles shrink. The unrelenting zero burns

Nightfall

Nightfall short poem

Nightfall and fog off the lake lands. The ghostly touch of a cold and icy hand fills you full of fear and loathing. Creature of the night where are you going? I follow your shadow through the dark and cloudy

Air Was Naked

Air Was Naked short poem

After the putsch, through night he set himself alight ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn. The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt. A solitary murder

Libration Of The Moon

Libration Of The Moon long poem

Every morning the moon will have regurgitated another piece of my sanity you’re thinking this will be another werewolf poem American raving lunatic pouncing upon unsuspecting prey when shadows are in highest contrast gutting and gorging on the men sniffing

Raging Spring

Raging Spring short poem

Siblings will take care of the morgue. I am going to hang my god today. Howling winds are crashing into my breath. In the sea of flags, the white death walks on naked bodies of faith. Innocence will take a

House Of Sin

House Of Sin long poem

A grand old mansion on a hill The stately manor stands there still In the darkness of the night Throughout the window came a light On the veranda I did creep To glowing window for a peek To filthy pane

Scenes From A European Movie

Scenes From A European Movie short poem

SCENES FROM A EUROPEAN MOVIE (OR THE ETHICAL EQUATIONS POSED BY PAUL KLEE DANCING WITH A GERMAN SHEPHERD) “Art makes visible the unseen” – Paul Klee Along the edge of the Gothic archway, starlings disturb the air, only slightly. Its

One Runaway Religion

One Runaway Religion short poem

Ignite the barren clay, I need some rare elements to tie a thread to the moon. Upstaging the sun. Not aspirational he was stripped to become radical like the dark blood of a white soul. Pentadactylous was losing the big

Against Deportation

Against Deportation short poem

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

Carbon Choking

Carbon Choking short poem

Uninhibited violence. The disappearing she-factor in stem cells at sunset point, which could not collect the evidence.How the tomb-sweeping stopped and candles blown out? This time the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again gone out of sight, and the dark

Sapphire

Sapphire short poem

That blurred evening light Coming from my windows Instilling unusual sensations, Making places for solace and sorrow. That blurred evening light, Filling my room with colours unseen. Gifting moments of bliss, Laying down unspoken pains. That glorious evening light- Occupying

A Beacon In The Storm

A Beacon In The Storm short poem

The storms rage on, beating brows and bending backs Trees in the winds; swaying else they may snap Collars pulled tight and heads bowed down Not daring to look up at the deluge all around Through gloomy days and long,

Connect The Prophets

Connect The Prophets short poem

Outside me was a howling light tracing a path. Ending the struggle of abstract thoughts. The night was full of hidden flares. The day was a luxury, full of exclusiveness. We must not cry. The wounds turned up like fireflies

Pebbles In The Pond

Pebbles In The Pond short poem

A crooked slanting moon shifts the eye comes under the chaste tree and washes the tainted victory. Wolves start howling at the tomb of unknown martyr, man-eaters recoil on the sugar island and talk about destinies, A mourning crowd walks