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Wolf Poems

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A Lone Wolf

He waits alone, amidst the cold and snow,
Waiting patiently for that familiar sound.
Where have they gone to..he does not know,
Missing the love, he once had found.


Friends

friends are like cubes,they show many faces.
some want to help u,some want to hurt u.
pain is my friend,it lets me know im still alive.
death is my friend,he will provide release.
life is my friend,it shows me anger and fear.
experience is my friend,it makes me who i am.
Who i am is not important,its who my friends are.

                       

 

Understanding

Understanding is a tool,or the key to life,
depending on where u stand.

I am in the middle,i neither understand or comprehend.
My life is muddled,so full of pain and fear,
of the past and for the future.

When the pain is here,i reach for the blade,longing for blood to flow.
Better it makes me feel,but how can causing pain,
rid myself of it.

This is the question,asked by millions,none can answer.
This is where,understanding,comes into play.
If we can answer this,then maybe one day,we will understand why..



 
THE WILD OF THE WOLF

The wonderless wolf is a mammal,That has no fear and no ambitions
The only thing the wolf has,Is love for his other wolves

He can do no harm with you by his side.

Think of his foes that fear him,The young, the weak and the old
You can never fear him if you are not one of these
The wolf is your friend if you love him and care for him.

His howl is for his territory,And when the moon is full
You can hear him from a distance,And for his children cubs.

To know where he is,If you hear a howl at night
It is only a wolf calling for his pack,The wolf is the only true dog
All the other species of dog came from the wolf.

You never can tell what he is thinking,But he will tell you his sounds
You will love him and adore him,As he will love you as one of his pack.
     

Now this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter go forth and get food of thy own.

Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.

When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.

If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride,
Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.

Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim
Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own;
He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.


 
A Lone Wolf

He waits alone, amidst the cold and snow,Waiting patiently for that familiar sound.
Where have they gone to..he does not know,Missing the love, he once had found.

He heard a voice, that of a man,Then a loud noise, and a yelping cry.
The human spoke of a sickening plan,Of killing- but for what, the wolf knows not why.

Where have his pups gone, his precious mate.The Alpha, Omega and Beta, all gone still.
He lets out a mournful howl, realizing their fates,As the winter air compounds the night's chill.

He hangs his head low, his eyes filled with tears,He is alone, his howls unanswered in the night sky.His heart filled with grief, his mind filled with fears,He can't understand why his packmates had to die.

Now- a lone wolf, he wanders the forest alone,His head to the ground, he picks up a familiar scent.His heart quickens, at the sound of a moan,There he finds her- the one for which he is meant.His mate, hurt and frightened, lifts her head to the sky,

The wolf's heart breaking as he notices her wounds.Raising her head, her gaze meets his eyes,
The pain in her eyes, reflected by the light of the moon.
Desperate to help, but not knowing what he can do,He lays down beside her, and gives her a loving nuzzle.
As she lay helpless, he sighs heavily- as he knows the truth,His mate's body becomes still,
as he gently licks her muzzle.

 
A Wolf Poem

Away in the forest all darksome and deep,
The wolves went a-hunting when men were asleep;
And the cunning old wolves were so patient and wise,
As they taught the young cubs how to see with their eyes,

How to smell with their noses and hear with their ears,
And what a wolf hunts for and what a wolf fears.
Of danger they warned: "Cubs, you mustn't go there -
It's the home of the Grizzily-izzily Bear."

The cubs in the pack very soon understood
If they followed the Wolf-law the hunting was good,
And the old wolves who'd hunted long winters ago,
Knew better than they did the right way to go.

But one silly cub thought he always was right,
And he settled to do his OWN hunting one night.
He laughed at the warning - said HE didn't care
For the Grizzily-izzily Bear!

So, when all his elders were hot on the track,
"I'm off now he barked to the cubs of the pack.
"I'll have some adventures - don't mind what you say!"
A wave of his paw - and he bounded away.

He bounded away till he came very soon,
Where the edge of the forest lay white in the moon,
To what he'd been warned of - that terrible lair -
The haunt of the Grizzily - izzily Bear!

He came ...and what happened? Alas! to the pack
That poor silly Wolf-cub has never come back.And once,in a neat little heap on the ground,
The end of a tail and a whisker were found,
Some fur, and a nose-tip - a bristle or two,

And the kindly old wolves shook their heads, for they knew
It was all of his nice little feast he could spare,
That Grizzily-izzily-izzily Bear.


 
Forever free

The mist floats across the grass.
The Moon glows like glass,The sound of the night is cold,
But only to be broken by the most beautiful song,It is ever so eerie and long,
When it finally ends, a shadow of grace appears,Though it is mistaken for fear,
Darkness is it's cloak.

As beautiful as the Oak
When the moon breaks away,From darkness of mysterious clouds,
There it walks, mighty and proud,it stalks through the mist,
It's fur shining with the stars
It's journey is far,What a rare sight.It's gaze causes fright.

Then, with a howl,
The mist rolls across it's figure,How powerful was it's prowl.
It disappears with much mystery.Never is it recorded in history.
No one will ever know the Wolf of the Night

Walking through the night.A ghostly figure with eyes so bright.
A mocking smile fixed on his face.Daring all to try and take his place.
Moonlight streams down apon his fur.Casting a shadow among the firs.
He runs through the night young and alone.

Until he finds a family all his own.
But before he leaves he blesses us with one glance at him.
Everything around us dims,As we behold the beauty before us.

He turns around and runs off.
Swift and powerful he runs like the wind.
Telling us that he will win,Any battle he gets in.
For he is the majestic wolf of the night

Times have changed yet I'm the same. I find that I hide from the light and strive for the night to come.
I love the moon when it is so bright and full.
I cry all my cries and call to my friends. Hiding only from human race.
When they see me they frighten me away,or grab a gun to shoot at us.
Many have accomplished in killing my kind.

They have no warmness. They are only cold. Some humans feel pity for us while others seek to destroy us. Now I am alone. Walking in self-pity. I am the only one left.

For all of my pack has now vanished from my sight.
It is a full moon. I pour all of my sorrow into one long pitiful cry into the heavens above me.
For I am the only one left, the last of my kin. I am the Lone Wolf. And now you shall hear




 


"The Spirit of the Wolf"

-Belle Wulf

So strong that I would lift my head and I would cry
For all the pain and sorrows born
of all the wolves that man has torn

From there ways which God hath made to fields of blood
where millions lay
Now for the wolf, I must say.
There's got to be a better way.
To live together here today.
For crimes of nature, we all pay...



"Plea of a Wolf"

-Alix

Songs of Triumph,Songs of despair,
My songs are carried through miles of air.
I cry for my sisters,I cry for my brothers,
I cry for the deaths of all the others.

Why do you fear me?What have I done?
I haven't attacked you since life has begun.
My instincts are natural,
I have to obey.

My hunts are native and cannot be swayed.
You need not fear,The fire in my eyes.
All the tales are nothing but lies.

Please listen to,What I have to say,
To put all these wars at bay.
There have been times when I have saved you,
I have comforted you and have been your friend.
Now it's me you have to fend.
By ©Raven Thurston





 

 

 My beautiful wolf

Think not of the hatred of the world
That lies upon your shoulders
Think not of the fact that the humans are afraid
Of your glorious howl in the night
Think not of your troubles
Back at your home
And run away


 
Great Spirit

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I   hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to all the world.

Hear me; I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty,and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.Help me to remain calm and strong
in the face of all that comes towards me.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Help me seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others.
Help me find compassion without empathy overwhelming me.

I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,but to fight my greatest enemy
- Myself (My fears and my doubts).
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,my spirit may come to you without shame.


 
WOLF ALONE

I dreamed of a place,Where the grass was green,
The sky was blue,And there were gentle breezes.

I found a horse,Black as night,Mane of white,Hooves of gold,
He took me places,I thought I would never go.

He broke into a run,After a silent, slow trot,At the end of the road,
Stood a wolf alone.White as snow,She was so alone,
Crying for those,Who left her alone.

She followed us closely,Not wanting to part,This one wolf alone,
With a special heart.

We reached a fork in the road,Wondering which way to go.

Right or left,This is an adventure,Our decision was met.

Going along,Left and into a field,There stood a black wolf,
Hunter at its heels.

Wounded and battered,Scarred and bleeding,This one wolf alone,
Had no place to call home.

The hunters saw us,And ran the other way,Something about the Wolf Spirit,
Coming to take them away.

White wolf and black,Stared at each other,Love for each other,
They did not lack.

They nuzzled and sniffed,And much to my surprise,The wounds, they were healed,
On this black wolf alone.

Soon day turned to night,An end came to this day,
All of us tired,Sleeping deeply,I dreamed within the dream,
I am the white wolf,Who is the black?

This dream is now distant,Still I often think of it.

Who was the black wolf?What is the significance of this dream?


 
The Gray Wolf

by Stacy Smith - 1998
Gray wolves are such beautiful creatures and are so misunderstood.
So many people hate them and would kill them if they could.

They are actually afraid of people and just want to be left alone.
They are presently endangered species and their future is unknown.

Most of the animals they hunt are injured or weak.
Deer and elk are what many of them seek.

Sometimes they howl to locate their pack.
They find each other when another howls back.

Their fur can make them withstand the harshest of weather.
They do not like to live alone and tend to stay together.

They try to avoid humans as much as they possibly can.
They mean no harm and are endangered because of man.

They live in the wild and they deserve to run free.
People need to understand them better and just let them be.


 
Endurance of the Wolf Prayer

Patti Wolf Bass / Outer Banks, North Carolina

May the Wolf Spirit Grant Us the
Endurance of the Wolf.
Wolf's Faith and Courage
Show Us the Way
To Roam to New Heights.
Wolf's Wisdom Lead Us to
Rely on Wolf's Spirit to Carry Us
Through All of the Earth's Gates.
May the Wolf Howl
Make Us Hear

The Wolf Song,
That Will
Fill Us with Harmony and Guide
Us to Our Destiny
of Awaiting Clouds,
That Whisper Through the Winds,
To Our Wolf's Spirit;
Peace,That Will Never End.


 
 
Cheyenne

Marlene Elder

My best friend is truly misunderstood
She comes from nature like the earth and wood.
All the misconceptions about her, she must defend
They can't see, she has the gentleness of the wind.

My friend is mischevious; that's not just a rumor
But it's only her way of showing a sense of humor.

She has love and respect for the human race
Which never seems to be returned; what a disgrace.

My friend has a heart full of loyalty and love
Her grace and beauty were gifts from above.
She loves to frolic and run just for fun
Otherwise it's shade she seeks, to be out of the sun.

There are times you may not see her standing there
But, of your presence, you can bet she is aware.
When I look into her eyes, I see age old intelligence
When others see her, in fear they wince.

I love to watch my friend as she runs so free
Because my friend is a beautiful grey wolf, you see.


 
We've roamed the wild country

My beautiful yellow eyes,Side by side we've hunted,Shadows dancing on northern skies.
There have been times of plentyWe were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping,Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger,Ribs protruding from each side,Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,

Without you,I am nothing,Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying

Steel jaws upon your frame,Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle,Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowingI know the time is near,And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent,Your struggles now have ceased,I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you,In the heaven's so far above,And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.When I hear you crying softly
In the middle of the night,I want to tell you I'm o.k.And everything's alright.

I didn't want to leave so soon,I barely got to grow,But once my job on earth was done
I really had to go.I don't want you to be sad for me,
Cause I'm in a real nice place,And anytime I want to,I can gaze upon your face.

In fact I'm feeling right at home
Someone's always yelling no!And if it weren't for jumping clouds
I'd have nowhere else to go.

It's always very quiet here,Especially at night,Until I burst into my wolf tune
And sing with all my might.Tell Waylon and Shane Michael
To listen to the wind,Cause when the moon is full
They'll hear the cry of their old friend.

Please give Jena and Sierra,A special hug from me,
I sometimes miss those carefree days
That came so easily.

I know what your doing,mom
And it really makes me proud,I get so darned excited,That I howl right out loud.

Your plan to save the timber wolf,And all his family too,
Will leave a shining legacy,Of the life I shared with you.

Now all of you get ready
To share a family hug,Give dad a big wet sloppy one
While he's pinned down on the rug.When you think of me - smile,Timber Love.


 
 
The Rivers Are Cold

The rivers splashing coldly,
The trees swaying in the winter breeze.
The wolves running boldly,
Cold water against their feet.
Their fur rippling in the wind,Pups running at their mother's side,
With hope gleaming in their eyes.
Their final destination,
Where God they meet,Finally a place where they
Can be wild and free.



 
 
Amber Eyes

Rebecca Dupuis

With amber eyes She watches.
Over his pack,his family.

Strong together as they hunt for survival.
With angry eyes he sees.
Fences across land,men with guns,and a thrill.
He only kills to survive.

With sad eyes he looks.
At sharp traps,the soft furs of his pups.
They didn't run to survive.So he asks,
why did he survive?


 
 
Silent Paws

Gerri K. McCann

Silent paws trotting on a well beaten trail,alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded as his soul travels up.

What right does man have to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,a brother,a friend.it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.

Alone, high up on a moutaintop
A wolf sings of her despair
To the moon above, of a forlorn love
Her tale echos on the cold night air
With naught but the wind as a friend
To join in her sad lonely cry.

Lost and alone and searching for home
The wolf and the moon in the sky
As the echoing notes die away
There comes an answering plea
To the sound turns her ear, she hears it so clear
"I'm coming, so please wait for me"

So she waits for the one who responded
And then she saw him appear
A wolf just as she, and longing to be
The one to ease all of her fear
He lifted his voice with a question
His song sweet as the croon of a dove´.

When she looked in his eyes, to her surprise
All she could see was his love
And so she answered his query
With her heart, her soul and her mind
Together give voice, and hope to rejoice
The wolves who are two of one kind

He heard a voice, that of a man,Then a loud noise, and a yelping cry.
The human spoke of a sickening plan,Of killing- but for what, the wolf knows not why.

Where have his pups gone, his precious mate.
The Alpha, Omega and Beta, all gone still.

He lets out a mournful howl, realizing their fates,As the winter air compounds the night's chill.

He hangs his head low, his eyes filled with tears,
He is alone, his howls unanswered in the night sky.

His heart filled with grief, his mind filled with fears,
He can't understand why his packmates had to die.

Now- a lone wolf,he wanders the forest alone,His head to the ground,
he picks up a familiar scent.

His heart quickens, at the sound of a moan,
There he finds her ,the one for which he is meant. 

His mate, hurt and frightend, lifts her head to the sky,
The wolf's heart breaking as he notices her wounds.
Raising her head, her gaze meets his eyes,The pain in her eyes,
reflected by the light of the moon. 


 
 
TWO WOLVES ALONE

Two wolves alone,Cut away from their pack,
On this cold winter day,Where the warmth is lacking.

They go on a journey,Searching for their clan,Their loving family.

Cut away from the pack,They got lost and afraid;
The world to them seemed so strange.

Two young wolves,One White, one Black,Wind in their faces,
Menacing clouds at their backs.

They howl into the night,Searching, but still not finding,
Their family, their own clan.

Where are they now?Maybe many miles away,Searching also for shelter
From the Forever Menacing Cold.

They desperately howl;The chill is getting colder now.

Suddenly, a sound;A far and distant howl.

It is their clan, their family;They finally found them,Now they are happy.

They follow the sound,Of the far distant howl,Soon finding a cave,
This weather of cold,How they did brave.

Now they are together,Again.

These two wolves alone,
Not alone ever again.

 
 
It is midnight.. the in between time.. between night and day.

The wind is warm and I hear the stream just beyond the tall grass.
You have walked ahead of me, but not too far.
You are my protector.

We stop and sit by the water’s edge.
You lay your head on my thigh and are still.
The night is ours and I stroke your soft fur...
You are my companion.

Soon you stand and walk to the edge of the water to stand on a tall rock
You raise your regal head and sing to the moon
I am awed at the beauty in your song.

You are my soul
We will walk this path together until the time the spirit world calls.
If am first I will wait for you and listen for you to call to me
And if the Creator allows, I will find you...
For you are my... forever.  


 
 
silent paws trotting

on a well beaten trail,alone in the wilderness,so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers,over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded,as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.


 
My best friend is
truly misunderstood

She comes from nature like the earth and wood.All the misconceptions about her,
she must defend,They can't see, she has the gentleness of the wind.

My friend is mischevious; that's not just a rumor
But it's only her way of showing a sense of humor.She has love and respect
for the human race,Which never seems to be returned; what a disgrace.

My friend has a heart full of loyalty and love
Her grace and beauty were gifts from above.She loves to frolic and run just for fun
Otherwise it's shade she seeks, to be out of the sun.

There are times you may not see her standing thereBut, of your presence,
you can bet she is aware.
When I look into her eyes, I see age old intelligence
When others see her, in fear theyThe moon was half the night you left,
Took to the sky with your last breathe,The wind it whistled through your hair,
Your precious soul it filled the air.

You howled goodbye to those you love,Ran through the clouds up way above,
The night was dark but you felt content,‘Cause this is where the good ones went.

The ones you left, they mourn and cry,They were not ready to say goodbye,
Your presence would fill the room with flare,But now the room is cold and bare.

When laid to rest the moon was crescent,And all the ones you loved were present,
Memories shared and stories told,About your life from young to old.

One day our hearts will start to mend,From losing a wife, a daughter, a friend,
And every time the moon is full,

We’ll raise our heads and we’ll see you.as been persecuted for far too long.
SO many lives have been taken and SO many packs torn apart,

eternally.It truly breaks my heart-- for I know that the above poem was not based solely on a recent dream,but rather, it IS a heart-wrenching reality.



 
 
The Legend Of The
Great White Wolf

Come young and old,Come gather around,Come sit by my fire
And don't make a sound

I will tell you a tale
I will tell you a story Of the great white wolf
And all of his glory

He traveled alone,So the legend does say
He traveled at night ,In search of his prey

It happened one night,As he roamed his domain
An indian child,The wolf did attain

She was lost in the woods,In three feet of snow
She was frightened and hungry,With no where to go

The wolf took great pity
On this trembling child
All cold and wet,And lost in the wild

So off through the woods,The wolf he did run
In search of some food,For this little one

Upon his return.The wolf he did bring
A morsel of food,For this little thing

Then offering his body,To keep the child warm
The wolf kept her safe,From the terrible storm

She was the one and only indian girl, all that was left in her tribe
she gave so much in her world,a love you couldn't describe
all were left for dead,except this one who said.

Now my heart is like a White Wolf,that forever roams
different from the rest,that wander and can't see
all that use to be

They burned down all our homes,tortured and abused
she walked around confused,white man lies, we were used

She stood on top of a crest,wounds upon her chest
said this world is too far gone,like the White Wolf I go on alone

My heart turned into stone,tormented by their touch
they did just a little too much,this world now my crutch

She said I'm just a White Wolf here,no more will I walk in fear
they may have tried to break my spirit
still my soul is free,no longer will I fret
my will, will be done


 
 

 
 

 
 



 




 


 

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