Wolf Poems

Jacob Mussell / Kaneohe, Hawaii Late at night when the moon is highThe Wolf will make its eerie cryEchoes in the valleys deepAnd the mountains that are steep Then they travel far and wideTo find that soothing lullabyThey do not stop not once at allUntil they find that lovely song Their children listen with awe […]

Robert “Wild Wolf” Leavitt / Spokane Washington A silhouette up on the rockthe full moon hangs behindThe wolf song that is sungin search for its own kind… He once was called “alpha male”the lead wolf of his packA position lost with agedue to the stamina he lacks… He once stood strong and tallthis old aged

Julia Tupper / Vancouver, Washington I live in a banished place.I wander the frozen tundra,Weary and alone. The legacy of being silencedIs the yearning for a voice…To be seen and heard.The legacy of neglectIs the yearning for connection. The legacy of yearningIs rejection. The tundraIs a desolate placeOn a cold winter day. There is no place

Codi Rogers / Brownsville TN The last howlThat soundedWas from the wolf’s heartForever to echoIn his pack’s earsForever to remindIn their heartsFor a heartless hunterRose his gun that dayAnd his victim wasThis wolf his packSings about everydayThe man took his body awayThe pack howlsAs oneIn sorrowIn painThey shall foreverRemember the wolfThat fell thatOne fateful winter

–  Brittany Lewis, AKA Wolf Artist  – I listened carefully around me. I heard a howl, From a she-wolf, I know what she said. I understand what she’s telling me. She told me, “No matter how far away you are. Your family misses you and loves. Don’t forget that. Little one on the mountain, Don’t

Sloane Jensen / Loveland, Colorado / Age 16 I am a wolf,running through the trees.Following the scents,on the midnight breeze. I am a wolf,howling beneath a silver moon.Hoping that my loyal pack,will answer back quite soon. I am a wolf,standing with my beautiful mate.We must stand strong and brave,and face any challenges we meet. I

O. Fred Donaldson / From “Earth Prayers”  We are sending you to that Great God.Tell Him that we who invented forgiveness do not forgive; That we, who speak of trust cannot trust;That we, who invoke faith would not believe. I write as though you could read.But I know you understand.When you have left the forests

Sunpuperwolf Janie Thomas / Saugus CA  The alpha wolf runs in terroras the flyers get nearer shots being firedand all the running,gets the wolf tired. Then man has the wolf trappedas he kills him at last The pack is separated,and the fear that man is near,frightens their souls And they cry out in the coldwhere

Matt LaMacchia / Syracuse, New York  Bloodlines traced upon the ground,Ere’ pawprints break our beaten paths,Where numbers thin, yet wills run strong, by night we win man’s brutalwrath,Man thriving pon’ our sad bloodbaths,Lost native will, the land once hath…. Bring pity back into our dark,Shed light upon your brutal casts,And try to find that brutal

Sunpuperwolf / Saugus CA  Alaska had been full of wolvestill the flyers chased them and killed themthey had none heartthey just hunt to hear them cry I’m sad that the wolf packs are lowwhen will the guys in charge say whoaenough is enoughthere’s plenty of caribou to hunt Nature has to survive like all the