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Hooded Poems - Poems about Hooded


The hooded figure waits
A hooded black robe to the ground Standing looking without a sound Whose turn is it in their final fall Waiting potently for their last call Do you see the signs in the sky written Or a scripture that was at home driven I walk towards the setting sun And can’t fail to see a world undone Do I slip wanting...

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Categories: hooded, anger, angst, future, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Hooded Pitohui
Black and orange passerine with red eyes In the woods of ...

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Categories: hooded, beautiful, beauty, bird, flying,
Form: Tetractys



Keeping the Beast Full
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, in colossal mansions, live the soulless, adorned with magnetic bright eyes. Veiled under a black blanket, the soullest consume their prey, they must feast...

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Categories: hooded, confusion, corruption, death, fear,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My Hooded Towels Hobby
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 towels for my daughter's store. A quaint established shop at the east end; her hand-poured soaps of...

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Categories: hooded, cute,
Form: Rhyme
The Hooded and the Civic
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....

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Categories: hooded, car,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member A Hooded Dream
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 streets And on our streams Your beautiful black blood That in time past flows in our veins Africa that birthed warriors Of...

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Categories: hooded, africa, conflict, hurt,
Form: Narrative
Hooded Chair
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 when the owner stole a glance, He mistook the figure for a burglar, And went swiftly to the chair to inspect, Finding nothing...

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Categories: hooded, blue,
Form: I do not know?
Life Is a Hooded Sweatshirt
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 carry surround me in a leafy blanket. When my hood is up I feel safe from the outsiders. That’s why...

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Categories: hooded, life,
Form: Free verse
The Hooded Warrior
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 me? What am I? Who am I? The staff of the reaper grim. A magical staff here for you, I'm outside, please let me in! Who...

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Categories: hooded, life
Form: Free verse

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