Even invading the sadness,
giving depressions to nature's senses,
the wolves in groups inside the forest
emerge with noises to disarm the darkness.
Passioned in light of full moon,
to reveal their gifted brilliance,
expelling abandoned feelings, to leave;
in dense solitude; the dead sleep alive.
Howling echoes releasing continuesly,
all the suffering torments amid dreamy spheres,
spilling forth faith among themselves
dropping new borns in secured sense of leisure.
At dawn again to hide
in their dwelling caves for shelter,
during the day, leaving only a shadowy gesture;
unrecognizable from what happened in previous day gone.
Author notes
Prompt: Option 1
1. Write me a poem about wolves rather it be dark or light i do not care it just has to be about them not just have the word in it. (will get you the most brownie points)
A contest entry
- Options contest by Abstract Image.
500 points, ended November 23, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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awsome
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the life of a wolf brilliantly written out here. you captured the light so to say very beautifully i must say...good luck.
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