Wolf-Poetry
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Poetry about wolves

Wolf by Bloodwing 2003
Wolves crying for help by Anonymous
Free by A.L. `98
A midnight Song by Rick Cantalupo
The cry of the wolf by Gravy Dave
The Guardian by Rick Cantalupo 2005

Wolf by Bloodwing 2003

Speeding past the trees
In the dead of night
No one else sees
A creature that inspires fright
I hear the beautiful cry
I look around to see y
As it runs right by
Flying right past me
I hear another cry
Farther, though, this time
In the corner of my eye
I see a creature so sublime
Wolves are all around me
Hiding from my sight
Darting behind each tree
Using the shadows of night
Never a creature have I seen
That can match their dulcet song
Never a creature has their been
That can compete with them for long
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Wolves crying for help by Anonymous

Running, hunting, trying, surviving, and dying.
The wolves have no home anymore, thats why thery are crying.
For miles and miles howls are heard discussing their fates.
Humans don't care for this animal; wolves are forgotten then killed.
Humans don't know that a wolf has no hates.
That's why a wolf doesn't end up at Hell's gates.
Dark night color blue; wolves' images are relived on 14 Karat gold plates.
The round moon is the only light that they see.
Humans keep on destroying a beautiful home.
Wolves aren't dumb; they know they have no place to roam.
At night is the call of the wild.
Something pure on this Earth; like a new born child.
Cool air, water, and snow once demolished their fears.
There is nothing out there anymore; nothing but tears.
An innocent dream, turned black in the darkest clear...
For fire now dwells on the western land.
A newborn wolf pup sees his life has been altered.
No soft land to comfort your paws-only land of concrete and people.
Civilization to you.
No home no hope No life, but great sadness and fear.
Why can't the kingdom of salvation take them home.
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Free by A.L. `98

They tightly embrace their burning pride.
Nothing on earth to compare their eternal eyes,
while they gracefully hunt in the silent night.
Their call sounds in the forests and flies,
between the shadows of monumental trees,
while they are running on autumn's leaves.
Not the clear winter's sky nor the moon's light,
may challenge the infinite elegance of their lifes,
while they rest in tranquil morning mists so bright,
their ongoing fate drives them to survive.
What mortal mind can measure their astral souls?
Are we to civilized to recognize their goals?
Their struggle in the wilderness to be free.
The wolve's eye to be aware of worlds that I can't see.
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A midnight Song by Rick Cantalupo

By the cover of night,you sing your song to the moon.
Knowing shortly that morning will be there soon.
Most people think,it's just a howl and a cry.
To me, it's just beautiful music that you sing to the sky.
Loyality to your pack,is to the end.
And your always willing to help one of your friends,
When night falls,you go out for the kill.
It's just for the food and not for the thrill.
You go out with the pack and hunt like men.
Always returning by morning to your den.
Your with your family every moment of the day.
Constantly protecting your pups from the prey.
So next time you howl,sing very loud.
Your a great family man and should be proud.
We all should be like you,giving our family so much love.
So keep on singing your song,to the stars above.
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The cry of the wolf by Gravy Dave

By the cover of night,you sing your song to the moon.
Knowing shortly that morning will be there soon.
Most people think,it's just a howl and a cry.
To me, it's just beautiful music that you sing to the sky.
Loyality to your pack,is to the end.
And your always willing to help one of your friends,
When night falls,you go out for the kill.
It's just for the food and not for the thrill.
You go out with the pack and hunt like men.
Always returning by morning to your den.
Your with your family every moment of the day.
Constantly protecting your pups from the prey.
So next time you howl,sing very loud.
Your a great family man and should be proud.
We all should be like you,giving our family so much love.
So keep on singing your song,to the stars above.
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The Guardian by Rick Cantalupo 2005

You run like a spirit on a moon-lit night
And you travel the woodlands without a fright
Shifting through leaves like the midnight air
Nobody can see you but you are there
Like a guardian angel you follow the silent trail
Protecting your pack and helping the frail
Your eyes are never filled with hate and detest
And you're always making sure everyone is safe before you can rest
With your ears back and your nose pointed towards the heavens above
You let out a howl and start singing with love.
Everybody then knows it's safe and that morning will be there soon
As they listen to your song while you sing to the moon.
So if you hear shifting of the leaves, don't run and hide
It's just your guardian walking by your side
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