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A Howl for Help
A journey began, Forest went dark as fire fly's lit up the surrounding area. A wolf cried injured under midnights moon, oh the stars had glistened so bright. But the poor wolf was injured, like the bleakness of night. Hope had dwindled as if struck by headlights, no help to be found within the wolf's sight. The trees screeched, as the winds hissed at the branches. The wolf was caught in a hunter's trap, it was a pelt catching branch. One for a trade, an animal's blockade was this the end for a poor old wolf or would a miracle be sent this wolf's way. The howls kept on drumming, no spirit guide coming, faith was gunned by a poacher in a bush's portrait, but this ain't the closure. The bullet ricocheted, a debt would be paid. A bigger wolf made way, leaving trails of grey, unleashing claw's blade, a new bet was played. The wolf pounced and slayed that poacher to his grave, blood sprayed, a halo was made for fate had been changed for that poor wolf yet to live another day in nature's crusade.
By Morgan McAdam8 years ago in Poets
Eulogy for Yesterday
This poem is not about you. It is not about the way the sunshine sparkles in your eyes. It is not about the velvety way you say things. It is absolutely not about the way it feels to have your hair curl around my finger as we lay beneath the stars. This poem is not a reflection of how you've changed my life completely, nor is it a constellation of confusing memories we've shared. It is not a poem of the way you stare. It is not a hopeful wish for our own fleeting story to continue. It is not a dark memory of your feeble attempts to scare me away, hidden somewhere in the back of my mind. This is not me yearning for our something to unbreak.
By Aili Barker8 years ago in Poets
