Hooded Poems - Poems about Hooded

Black and orange passerine with red eyes ...Read the rest...

Darkness pours over the horizon, the sun slips away. Driven by consuming hunger, a monstrous beast, lies in wait. Hooded men in the choir, weave webs from their lips, while the hurst creeps by slowly, in a seemingly endless parade. On high hills,...Read the rest...

My Hooded Towels Hobby There are so many things I love to do... write poetry, create with art and more, like sewing...awesome hobby while I make fine hooded...Read the rest...

A hood on Mount Hood wearing a hood hammered the hood of a Honda. A cop from Kansas climbing in the Cascades caught the recalcitrant. The cop received a commendation, and the hood a long vacation....Read the rest...

Africa mother Africa Africa of scrumptious haven Slowly stretched Into an unscrupulous savannah Africa of whom my grandmothers Now sits and cry Singing her present gore Silhouette against her ancient glory Your blood flows on our...Read the rest...

Once crafted by a French, It was imbued with a curse, On a equinox midnight, Agent of Death on its way came to rest, upon the 13th hooded chair it sat, and left some of its magic when it left, Abrupt...Read the rest...

I wear a sweatshirt because I feel hidden. Behind this sweatshirt that I wear is a symbol of me. I’m like a tree. I'm quiet I stand tall and proud. These pretty leave that I...Read the rest...

What am I? Who am I? I am the hooded warrior. I strike with such charisma, I am the inhibition taking enigma. Who am I? What am I? I'm also called the dark knight. Unknowingly, I approach surprisingly. Cloak and dagger warrior, can you see...Read the rest...