Wolf Howl

This is my newest poem: Wolf Howl. I hope you see some sort of meaning, I try to structure my poems so that there is something to read into... Comment me about 'Wolf Howl'.

Darkness brings the fog
And the shadows,
A black silhouette haunts the hills;
The outline is petrifying,
Singing the music of a ghost,
Echoing into the black.
The lonely howl,
Of a lonely soul,
Living a life with more than one
Of it's kind -
Running free.


Darkness conceals the true identity
Of the vocal beast,
Precious gold eyes staring out
Of the shadows;
Under the stars.
Feared by most,
Stormy fur,
Pearly fangs
And the voice of night.


Despite the fear
And the hatred shown,
True beauty
Inside and out
Standing on the hill,
The gold still pierces the shadows;
Fangs catch the dim moonlight,
Other gather to hear
A deep breath -
Wolf howl.

So what did you feel whilst reading that? I loved writing this so much, but it was difficult!
So hear's the thing - I don't just write these for no reason. I tried to make this dark and gothic/emo styled for one of my best - friends ever: Ashleigh Lennox.
I hope she likes this and reads it through. Comment me about this... or any ideas, phrases or emotional words that might help me with future poems. Also, if you have any requests for particular subjects and topics for a poem ~ Comment me with it, leave your blog address OR your email and I will get back to you as quickly as I can. (Free of charge!)

Midnight Hatred

Hi, I'm Danielle and I'm 12.

I love writing poems - this one is called Midnight Hatred:

The storm creeps up -

Whispers of fear,
Echoes of life,
Quiet footsteps,
Then silence.

In the dead of night

Gentle drops fall.

Temper building

In the savage storm,

Clouds roaring;

Pulse pounding.

Thunder crashes,

Bright lights strike,

Shadows dance.

Blackened sky;

Fighting the hilltops.

Temper fading...

Darkness departs.

Dawn breaks,

Adrenaline ceases.

I also have a picture to go with my poem. I would like you to comment on it as I think it goes quite well as it shows panic, lightning and anger all rolled into one.

So what do you think to the Purple Stallion Silhouette? I love the way it describes the poem.

Also, after recieving comments from people via Email and Letter ~ I realised there was another meaning to my poem, not only the Storm Description but it could relate to a person: "Temper building", "Gentle drops fall" (Sounds like tears) and then "Shadows dance" could be the shadows of people moving when people fight and move around, avoiding each other.

So I hope you like my poem!

- Danielle .x.