Howels poems on Hello Poetry

kitty hart Apr 2017

Howels

The howels that have grown,
The wolves are a crow,
The noise of people,
Have turned to screams,
of the ******,
but the misery is growing,
And the love is still
dead.

Abednigo Mogale Oct 2018

Departed

Am a stranger to my thoughts
Drifting apart like a sailor's sheet
Pushed by the wind that howels
On my Vacant stare
Without care
I navigate aimlessly into
Unknown plots that hold firm
My ability to comprehend
My own reasons.
I am a stranger to myself
Growing away from the principals
That hold root my morality
Astray from the steps that filled
My feet
Abandoning my own
Seeking in poisonous thoughts
Meaning to my derailed ways
That feed vigorously at my
Untainted soul.
I am the enemy of my own
A grenade held
Together by a thread of slik
Weaved to the core of my heart
By a stranger that I once.

#love #time #poet #hope #lost #alone #strangers #broken

Kristine Jewell Banker Sep 2014

I am Strong

I look up in the great big sky
And feel the urge to cry.
I feel alone, lost, and afraid,
Wanting somone to come to my aid!
Death come and take from every pore
For my life is to live no more!
Fierce Winds through the trees
Howels a violent
"follow me"
Silence and calm at a body of water
"What is the cruel meaning of this"
I demand to wonder?
Looking down I see face
And it says to me with great disgrace,
" death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more!
I realise NOONE will come to my aid
of my being afraid,
I am in control of my life
I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife.
I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?

I wrote this at 13 when my mother left and sometimes i wish i lived by these words but even still at 30 now this poems of mine fings bells to not depend on others yet has cought me up in a pickle of sorts at time. The Unfinished word to make a point that we never know when that fateful day will come but to live our life til the fulest foerver. how L ....(ong) is that it might be short but not by my doing on purpous.

Joe Quaale May 2021

If we can see it at the same time

The owl drifts In and out of the majestic sky. Finding pleasure as each star shares It's light With it's Peace of sky. The wind rests in the valleys. while the breeze Brushes up against the trees, looking for the leaves that let go when it starts to get to cold. The wolf reaches out to the owl with every howel there eyes Looking inside the reflection behind the moonlight. The wolf howels From The other side of time. Wile The owl Captures the moon light in it's eyes. Creating a connection That can touch you and I, If we both see it at the same time.

dreams

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