Best Werewolf Poems

Thick, black clouds gathered overhead,
veiling the moonlight with guise dread. 

Wind weaves with howls, and spies embed
a gaunt hollow man in its stead,
lifting his black mound shroud a ted,
refusing to release its dead.

Strain, he stands searchingly ahead; 
pain screams rip from his throat and bled.
A...

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Werewolf 




Ravage with me
Lady Dark Panthera claws of red
And thrash against a starving mouth
Eaten by tongues and lips
Devouring inside surrender

Rip upon my skin those tender ache
And push your want to digging nails
Which renders you helpless

Resuscitate your kiss to mine
And strip past your urging
Tribal heat
Throat guttural...

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The aged gypsy woman speaks,
A curses ancient spell, a dark ruins incantation,
From ages long ago,
Beneath the full moons illumination, a single red
Drop of human blood is spilt,
Upon the blossoming wolf bang, turning
It velvet shin to redden crimson.
Cruelties hatred and malice, has created
A beast that travels...

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I think my brother’s a werewolf!

It’s hard to believe but so true!

At dusk he is like a great beast!

He’s hairy and scary; bearded too!


He’s never around in the daytime.

He sneaks out with a creepy girl.

I have a feeling that someday,

she’ll eat his gross flesh... and...

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I am the werewolf
I howl at the moon
And it smiles at me...

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CALL OF THE WEREWOLF
Beneath the cobble stones as Paris sleeps
the dead awaken rising from the dust,
into a world where no one ever keeps
the track of time, and rise again they must.

extracted from the ashes of the dead,
they search for innocents they might find near,
they'd sing...

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"Monsieur L'Vampyre Meets the Werewolf"
While walking on the path sublime
accustomed to at times, when I'm
just going neither here nor there--
   but be content to only passing time;
from my Chateau near Poitiers,
I happened to a fine display
of cutlery, so very fine,
   from...

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At each full moon,
I will soon be
A lunatic.

Covered in hair,
If you dare look,
I bare my teeth.

And on the prowl,
Hear me howling,
So foul to meet.

Jack horne for nette’s than bauk twilight...

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I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.
I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.
I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
Many people have tried to kill me but they never can.
They never use silver bullets when they fire their...

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Werewolf I hear
It is something to fear
But let it be clear
What about it people fear

Is it teeth not serrated like a shark
But able to find their mark
Is it because it comes out at dark
Is it difference between man and tree bark

Werewolf can smell
All of those...

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Everything glitters
after dark.

Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.

I started to appreciate the sound 
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire, 
everything's moving.
(It hurts...

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I come up behind you
      from the shadows,
laying my left claw
across your stomach,
    the very tips
        barely breaking the skin
and you gasp
    as I slide 
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1/19/23


Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure

Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things...

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Wild were-women roaming in the hills, cliff dwellers around 
Avoiding banshee ghost riders, sniffing for them in earthy ground.
Shushing there were-pups lest their hidden unnatural selves be found.
Banshee ghost riders suddenly shush, listening to a baby were-wolf sound.
Heading toward a large crevice, which leads to...

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The howl escapes me,
I cannot help it;
an ululation heralds my arrival.
I am commanded.

Something has slept
but wakes now, is loosed,
something primal, instinct
given licence to devour.

She drives my sweet new youth,
my keen eyes, my potent musculature,
the urgent hormones
that set my new agenda.

She directs, she is
my dominatrix;
her whiteness
is...

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