Will you read my poem (Howling)? (Thank you!)?

-[Howling]



The wolf of Pindos Forest has an insightful assertion

not an uncultured death-making, of values, immersion

decisively his mandragora enthralls an animal right

something that lives in the electrons of a dark light.



(One who builds a house on sticks may have a cause

to be his friend, because his genuine soul will fight

when worthiness visits any threshold of hurt souls

the wolf will howl in night, for any over-crossed right.)



Howls the wolf, the night, a blanket silently covers

the sounds submerge, as the shadows become alive

a howling in full moon, his company of sounds gathers

prayers, a howling, as quietness austerely subsides.



Howls the wolf, the night, a dominion of crimson shed

awakes, a destiny of the forest thirsty rules attained

the wolf will run, and run, as a Plutonian kingdom wed

to catch, and catch a carnal mortised joint suspended



a second caress on alive skin, shudders, his cynodon

submerges, verterbrae crushing, crimson, cynodont

clade, crimson, a howling-supercilious, a forest abandon

all freezes in horror, a maenad deity of arterial bonds



He runs, he runs, covering the miles like fire, his impiety

as the folliage shudders waiting, exceeding, transfusion

of life's isotropy, an impertinent role, of dim superiority

as Crimson rules, itches in his veins to taste this infusion.



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Pindos = A large mountain chain in Northern Greece

Plutonian = Pluto, brother of Zeus, the ruler of Hades

the underworld.

cynodon = Greek, the dog tooth

cynodont = vertebrate animal clade

isotropy = uniformity in all directions

mandragora = a plant with purplish flowers. It was thought

to have mystical powers, it is identified to the Moira of fate,

destiny, that rules our live's length. Medical, lethal in overdose,

atropine derives from its root.I read your poem so many times 鈥? I feel restlessness come over me every time..



Pindos isn鈥檛 big enough to hold me 鈥?Im trapped鈥?. so is my spirit 鈥nd tormented soul..

Respect for man鈥ut anger and frustration in my soul鈥?I weight the balance of my inner feelings and passions with the rest of the world鈥?I am so powerful and yet at the same time powerless .



鈥︹€?A Wolf only kills to eat鈥 feel this wolf kills to exerts his power from the sheer force of frustrated, anger and impatience鈥e wants 鈥nd what he wants ..he fears he might not get 鈥o rule to triumph to be recognised as the majestic creature he was born to be鈥? he runs and he runs鈥nd he is searching鈥rom one corner of his world鈥?to the next,... himself tired out 鈥︹€?his soul still running鈥his wolf is nocturnal 鈥?and each time I read it there is more.



To sum up鈥?



鈥︹€︹€ts Beauty and the Beast鈥ut not the fairy tale鈥?br>


I love this poem鈥ne of my favourites from you鈥rilliant work Gio This poem made me feel at one with your beast..Hi Gio, I picked up some great visuals from this piece of poetry. That wolf howling in the moonlight certainly gave me the shivers.
That's pretty impressive. I saw little wolfie running among the hills, his tail on fire.
Ur poem isn't good, very poor quality.
Very nice! :) good use of Vocabulary..imagery..and a mix of rhyming schemes! :) a very enjoyable read!