Poems about howl

Howl at the moon for all you have lost
Wish on the stars for the strength to carry on
Wait for the sun to rise, Like a new day bringing new chance
So let it out
Howl at the moon
And let it all out

I howl at the moon.
For i too
Am a lone wolf.
- *k. g.

The sun sets sweetly as the sky steadily rolls in with clouds, while the weary wolf wanders where he can welcome his midnight maiden.

And as the twilight turns to night, this sorry sounding soul searches for a piece of serenity. The night brings out the wild in his heart and he howls haunting hymns towards the Welkins.

His crying pierces through the silence and he is welcomed by a satellite of light, shining softly through the dark. This wolf does not search for love and affection, because he is never without it. Each shout is simply serenades to the one being who will always welcome him warmly.

His songs are sometimes sweet, his songs are often sad. For the wolf howls to the night sky to beckon the moon to love him. She is his constant, his one true friend, and he will sing her serenity as she is the only soul that sings to his.

Tending the flames
A lonesome wolf
Rises to decay
He speaks of loss
A dead moon
In his way

I make no apologies for who I am,
I offer no hesitations.
I take what I need from the fat of the lamb
And give ewe no explanations.
My teeth gleam sharply and my bark is loud.
It echoes from hollow to glen.
I howl for my loved ones, solemn and proud,
And hold them all close in my Den.
I know Great Spirit smiles upon me
And teaches me songs of the Mother.
I carry Her blessings to all of my Kin,
A message of love to another.

Flame to be tasted,
A carnal sunrise devours;
Likewise, she weeps hate.

As the clouds began to howl
More glorious than the gods
Of those evil neighbors of ours
Glory shows up
Exposes us
I'm naked here
Forsaken here
Strokes my ego
Echoes a hole
As the clouds began to roll
Into a thunderstorm
They shook loose
From the whispering fingertips
From the flickering flames
Standing in the sun
In the morning
We are new
To stiff upper lips
To crawling palisades

I am amphipathic;
My antagonistic side
Chains chime like the

Tongues of alarm bells,
Bronze affinities abusing
The air—

I howl in infrasound,
Transfusing my thoughts
In a ghostly frequency,

As lachrymose molecules vibrate
Across my left-side brain,
Begging for your attention.