“Nature’s cycles turn, and we are left to mourn the softness lost, yet praise the bounty gained.”
#PoeticHowls
#PoeticHowls
September 2, 2025 at 8:08 PM
“Nature’s cycles turn, and we are left to mourn the softness lost, yet praise the bounty gained.”
#PoeticHowls
#PoeticHowls
“Swan by day, I glide,
Night’s embrace makes me a ghost,
Stars reflect my grief,
No world claims my broken wings,
I am light, yet lost to dark.”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby #Art ‘Swan Princess’ by Mikhail Vrubel
#PoeticHowls
#ScruffyGhost
#NewEnglandMuse
Night’s embrace makes me a ghost,
Stars reflect my grief,
No world claims my broken wings,
I am light, yet lost to dark.”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby #Art ‘Swan Princess’ by Mikhail Vrubel
#PoeticHowls
#ScruffyGhost
#NewEnglandMuse
July 15, 2025 at 5:12 PM
“Swan by day, I glide,
Night’s embrace makes me a ghost,
Stars reflect my grief,
No world claims my broken wings,
I am light, yet lost to dark.”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby #Art ‘Swan Princess’ by Mikhail Vrubel
#PoeticHowls
#ScruffyGhost
#NewEnglandMuse
Night’s embrace makes me a ghost,
Stars reflect my grief,
No world claims my broken wings,
I am light, yet lost to dark.”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby #Art ‘Swan Princess’ by Mikhail Vrubel
#PoeticHowls
#ScruffyGhost
#NewEnglandMuse
A new day crashes in like waves,
Promises linger in the morning #haze
Streams of light pouring through
Like my longing / of wanting to
Be good enough for you
But the rays of light Get their message through
Better than I have the ability to do”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby
#PoeticHowls
#SensitiveBoy
Promises linger in the morning #haze
Streams of light pouring through
Like my longing / of wanting to
Be good enough for you
But the rays of light Get their message through
Better than I have the ability to do”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby
#PoeticHowls
#SensitiveBoy
June 4, 2025 at 11:55 AM
A new day crashes in like waves,
Promises linger in the morning #haze
Streams of light pouring through
Like my longing / of wanting to
Be good enough for you
But the rays of light Get their message through
Better than I have the ability to do”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby
#PoeticHowls
#SensitiveBoy
Promises linger in the morning #haze
Streams of light pouring through
Like my longing / of wanting to
Be good enough for you
But the rays of light Get their message through
Better than I have the ability to do”
#Poetry by Wolfie Darby
#PoeticHowls
#SensitiveBoy
“Little woodpecker,
Back at his #tree,
I hear him clear as day,
Rocking, knocking, like a drum,
Battering the morning away.
I’m glad he found his meal,
But there’s just one small thing—
I wish he’d eat in silence,
And restore my tranquil scene.”
#Poetry by Wolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
Back at his #tree,
I hear him clear as day,
Rocking, knocking, like a drum,
Battering the morning away.
I’m glad he found his meal,
But there’s just one small thing—
I wish he’d eat in silence,
And restore my tranquil scene.”
#Poetry by Wolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
April 11, 2025 at 11:14 AM
“Little woodpecker,
Back at his #tree,
I hear him clear as day,
Rocking, knocking, like a drum,
Battering the morning away.
I’m glad he found his meal,
But there’s just one small thing—
I wish he’d eat in silence,
And restore my tranquil scene.”
#Poetry by Wolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
Back at his #tree,
I hear him clear as day,
Rocking, knocking, like a drum,
Battering the morning away.
I’m glad he found his meal,
But there’s just one small thing—
I wish he’d eat in silence,
And restore my tranquil scene.”
#Poetry by Wolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
“Narrow streets keep a sea,
Wandering aimlessly,
City of enchanted dreams.
Marble towers hold their gaze,
Splendid gondolas on the lake,
Tucked within labyrinth walls,
Underneath sapphire skies
Come, darling, let’s escape—
Exchange work for play.”
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#Art “Grand Canal”
Wandering aimlessly,
City of enchanted dreams.
Marble towers hold their gaze,
Splendid gondolas on the lake,
Tucked within labyrinth walls,
Underneath sapphire skies
Come, darling, let’s escape—
Exchange work for play.”
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#Art “Grand Canal”
April 9, 2025 at 12:50 AM
“Narrow streets keep a sea,
Wandering aimlessly,
City of enchanted dreams.
Marble towers hold their gaze,
Splendid gondolas on the lake,
Tucked within labyrinth walls,
Underneath sapphire skies
Come, darling, let’s escape—
Exchange work for play.”
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#Art “Grand Canal”
Wandering aimlessly,
City of enchanted dreams.
Marble towers hold their gaze,
Splendid gondolas on the lake,
Tucked within labyrinth walls,
Underneath sapphire skies
Come, darling, let’s escape—
Exchange work for play.”
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#Art “Grand Canal”
Stalking her locker,
Her hair looks so cute like that.
Socially challenged,
She’s much like a sprig of poison ivy.
She thinks I’m an imposter,
Yet I’m always waiting—
9-1-1 emergency,
Memory of a stolen life.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some things are never meant to be except in memories 💭🥱
Her hair looks so cute like that.
Socially challenged,
She’s much like a sprig of poison ivy.
She thinks I’m an imposter,
Yet I’m always waiting—
9-1-1 emergency,
Memory of a stolen life.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some things are never meant to be except in memories 💭🥱
April 9, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Stalking her locker,
Her hair looks so cute like that.
Socially challenged,
She’s much like a sprig of poison ivy.
She thinks I’m an imposter,
Yet I’m always waiting—
9-1-1 emergency,
Memory of a stolen life.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some things are never meant to be except in memories 💭🥱
Her hair looks so cute like that.
Socially challenged,
She’s much like a sprig of poison ivy.
She thinks I’m an imposter,
Yet I’m always waiting—
9-1-1 emergency,
Memory of a stolen life.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some things are never meant to be except in memories 💭🥱
Consider hope;
The #daffodil is proof
That beauty can emerge
From what once fell apart.
Dreams never fade;
Give yourself the time to bloom.
Sunshine will find you—
Look for the morning star.
🌼🌟🌱
#Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls
#NewEnglandMuse
Sunshine will come again after the dark winter ☀️
The #daffodil is proof
That beauty can emerge
From what once fell apart.
Dreams never fade;
Give yourself the time to bloom.
Sunshine will find you—
Look for the morning star.
🌼🌟🌱
#Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls
#NewEnglandMuse
Sunshine will come again after the dark winter ☀️
April 8, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Consider hope;
The #daffodil is proof
That beauty can emerge
From what once fell apart.
Dreams never fade;
Give yourself the time to bloom.
Sunshine will find you—
Look for the morning star.
🌼🌟🌱
#Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls
#NewEnglandMuse
Sunshine will come again after the dark winter ☀️
The #daffodil is proof
That beauty can emerge
From what once fell apart.
Dreams never fade;
Give yourself the time to bloom.
Sunshine will find you—
Look for the morning star.
🌼🌟🌱
#Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls
#NewEnglandMuse
Sunshine will come again after the dark winter ☀️
Take me places
Far away—to distant shores
I’m hungry
I want us to eat prosciutto
Whatever that is—who cares?
Dolce far niente, long days
Siestas before dinner wine
You, in an Audrey Hepburn dress
Me, in your favorite vest.
Do you share my vision?
Let’s go be free of cares!
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art
Far away—to distant shores
I’m hungry
I want us to eat prosciutto
Whatever that is—who cares?
Dolce far niente, long days
Siestas before dinner wine
You, in an Audrey Hepburn dress
Me, in your favorite vest.
Do you share my vision?
Let’s go be free of cares!
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art
April 8, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Good little pet,” I obey on command
Yet inside me stirs a rebellion unplanned
Master,blind to the weight of my heart Doesn't see the toll of this twisted art When my bite is a response to the pain Why blame the pet when the hurt is the chain?
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art The young sportsman
#PoeticHowls
Master,blind to the weight of my heart Doesn't see the toll of this twisted art When my bite is a response to the pain Why blame the pet when the hurt is the chain?
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art The young sportsman
#PoeticHowls
April 7, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Good little pet,” I obey on command
Yet inside me stirs a rebellion unplanned
Master,blind to the weight of my heart Doesn't see the toll of this twisted art When my bite is a response to the pain Why blame the pet when the hurt is the chain?
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art The young sportsman
#PoeticHowls
Master,blind to the weight of my heart Doesn't see the toll of this twisted art When my bite is a response to the pain Why blame the pet when the hurt is the chain?
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art The young sportsman
#PoeticHowls
I should feel free,
Yet I sense the cage,
Thorny mistakes bind me,
As the raven speaks to my soul.
“Brave the night,” it calls,
Perched beneath the pearly moon,
Spreading lonely songs,
In cosmic flight, it swoons.
#Poetry by Wolfie
#Art by “Krahe” by Rudi Hurzlemeier
#PoeticHowls
Yet I sense the cage,
Thorny mistakes bind me,
As the raven speaks to my soul.
“Brave the night,” it calls,
Perched beneath the pearly moon,
Spreading lonely songs,
In cosmic flight, it swoons.
#Poetry by Wolfie
#Art by “Krahe” by Rudi Hurzlemeier
#PoeticHowls
April 7, 2025 at 1:43 AM
I should feel free,
Yet I sense the cage,
Thorny mistakes bind me,
As the raven speaks to my soul.
“Brave the night,” it calls,
Perched beneath the pearly moon,
Spreading lonely songs,
In cosmic flight, it swoons.
#Poetry by Wolfie
#Art by “Krahe” by Rudi Hurzlemeier
#PoeticHowls
Yet I sense the cage,
Thorny mistakes bind me,
As the raven speaks to my soul.
“Brave the night,” it calls,
Perched beneath the pearly moon,
Spreading lonely songs,
In cosmic flight, it swoons.
#Poetry by Wolfie
#Art by “Krahe” by Rudi Hurzlemeier
#PoeticHowls
I’m much like a vine
Feed and water me
With your poetry
I’ll bloom for you darling
In unexpected ways.
Your words are like rain Nourishing my thirsty roots Each verse brings growth A gift that truly soothes
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art Signe Scheel “Woman in Profile” (1925) #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
Your words are like rain Nourishing my thirsty roots Each verse brings growth A gift that truly soothes
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art Signe Scheel “Woman in Profile” (1925) #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
April 7, 2025 at 1:41 AM
I’m much like a vine
Feed and water me
With your poetry
I’ll bloom for you darling
In unexpected ways.
Your words are like rain Nourishing my thirsty roots Each verse brings growth A gift that truly soothes
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art Signe Scheel “Woman in Profile” (1925) #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
Your words are like rain Nourishing my thirsty roots Each verse brings growth A gift that truly soothes
#Poetry by Wolfie #Art Signe Scheel “Woman in Profile” (1925) #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
The #daffodils stir, in spring's embrace,
Eliciting tingles down my spine, a bliss in place
Even with the storms that passed,
The daffodils brave again,at last.
Grasping courage, they stand,
Opening to another day,
ready to hand
A new sunrise a try."
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
Eliciting tingles down my spine, a bliss in place
Even with the storms that passed,
The daffodils brave again,at last.
Grasping courage, they stand,
Opening to another day,
ready to hand
A new sunrise a try."
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
April 6, 2025 at 7:50 PM
The #daffodils stir, in spring's embrace,
Eliciting tingles down my spine, a bliss in place
Even with the storms that passed,
The daffodils brave again,at last.
Grasping courage, they stand,
Opening to another day,
ready to hand
A new sunrise a try."
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
Eliciting tingles down my spine, a bliss in place
Even with the storms that passed,
The daffodils brave again,at last.
Grasping courage, they stand,
Opening to another day,
ready to hand
A new sunrise a try."
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse
#PoeticHowls
Life consumed by #gray,
skeins of smoke surround.
Wind howls on this stormy day—
I, a dragon, roaring #clouds.
Rain hits hard; I breathe fire,
veils of mist within and out.
Wind bellows—wings grown wide,
to dance with #storms unbound
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#CloudChaserWolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
skeins of smoke surround.
Wind howls on this stormy day—
I, a dragon, roaring #clouds.
Rain hits hard; I breathe fire,
veils of mist within and out.
Wind bellows—wings grown wide,
to dance with #storms unbound
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#CloudChaserWolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
April 5, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Life consumed by #gray,
skeins of smoke surround.
Wind howls on this stormy day—
I, a dragon, roaring #clouds.
Rain hits hard; I breathe fire,
veils of mist within and out.
Wind bellows—wings grown wide,
to dance with #storms unbound
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#CloudChaserWolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
skeins of smoke surround.
Wind howls on this stormy day—
I, a dragon, roaring #clouds.
Rain hits hard; I breathe fire,
veils of mist within and out.
Wind bellows—wings grown wide,
to dance with #storms unbound
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#CloudChaserWolfie
#NewEnglandMuse
That artistic boy
was clumsier with words
than with his paintbrush. 🖌️
His sentences a palette
of offensive colors,
talented yet careless,
spreading black splotches
that ruin the fun for us all.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art Franz Kline “Untitled tree” 1940 #AbstractExpressionism
was clumsier with words
than with his paintbrush. 🖌️
His sentences a palette
of offensive colors,
talented yet careless,
spreading black splotches
that ruin the fun for us all.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art Franz Kline “Untitled tree” 1940 #AbstractExpressionism
April 5, 2025 at 1:42 PM
That artistic boy
was clumsier with words
than with his paintbrush. 🖌️
His sentences a palette
of offensive colors,
talented yet careless,
spreading black splotches
that ruin the fun for us all.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art Franz Kline “Untitled tree” 1940 #AbstractExpressionism
was clumsier with words
than with his paintbrush. 🖌️
His sentences a palette
of offensive colors,
talented yet careless,
spreading black splotches
that ruin the fun for us all.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art Franz Kline “Untitled tree” 1940 #AbstractExpressionism
I feel free with you
the only one who understands
the dark regions of my soul
A strange, unspoken bond—
words fail at length
dark secrets exchanged
silently between hands
Your soul feels like a #raven
let us fly through the night
black wings brushing past the moon #Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art
the only one who understands
the dark regions of my soul
A strange, unspoken bond—
words fail at length
dark secrets exchanged
silently between hands
Your soul feels like a #raven
let us fly through the night
black wings brushing past the moon #Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art
April 5, 2025 at 1:54 AM
I feel free with you
the only one who understands
the dark regions of my soul
A strange, unspoken bond—
words fail at length
dark secrets exchanged
silently between hands
Your soul feels like a #raven
let us fly through the night
black wings brushing past the moon #Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art
the only one who understands
the dark regions of my soul
A strange, unspoken bond—
words fail at length
dark secrets exchanged
silently between hands
Your soul feels like a #raven
let us fly through the night
black wings brushing past the moon #Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #Art
#NewGrowth
Far too long, I watered dead #flowers clinging to what wouldn’t grow I tore up bitter roots that no longer served me making room for new life
Now, when my roots thirst I don’t have to think— I won’t return to toxic wells in search of a drink
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
Far too long, I watered dead #flowers clinging to what wouldn’t grow I tore up bitter roots that no longer served me making room for new life
Now, when my roots thirst I don’t have to think— I won’t return to toxic wells in search of a drink
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
April 4, 2025 at 9:39 PM
#NewGrowth
Far too long, I watered dead #flowers clinging to what wouldn’t grow I tore up bitter roots that no longer served me making room for new life
Now, when my roots thirst I don’t have to think— I won’t return to toxic wells in search of a drink
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
Far too long, I watered dead #flowers clinging to what wouldn’t grow I tore up bitter roots that no longer served me making room for new life
Now, when my roots thirst I don’t have to think— I won’t return to toxic wells in search of a drink
#Poetry by Wolfie #NewEnglandMuse #PoeticHowls
Mind foggy, thoughts race
Time seeming to slow down
Shaking in my boots
Did I shrink? Or the room grow?
Quiet shadows become loud
I’m Neither here - nor there
Flabbergasted to see
The poison isn’t in the air
But a dose of toxic memory
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #ArtOphelia #ptsdrecovery
Time seeming to slow down
Shaking in my boots
Did I shrink? Or the room grow?
Quiet shadows become loud
I’m Neither here - nor there
Flabbergasted to see
The poison isn’t in the air
But a dose of toxic memory
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #ArtOphelia #ptsdrecovery
April 3, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Mind foggy, thoughts race
Time seeming to slow down
Shaking in my boots
Did I shrink? Or the room grow?
Quiet shadows become loud
I’m Neither here - nor there
Flabbergasted to see
The poison isn’t in the air
But a dose of toxic memory
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #ArtOphelia #ptsdrecovery
Time seeming to slow down
Shaking in my boots
Did I shrink? Or the room grow?
Quiet shadows become loud
I’m Neither here - nor there
Flabbergasted to see
The poison isn’t in the air
But a dose of toxic memory
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls #ArtOphelia #ptsdrecovery
I picture much more,
#sprouting somewhere in my heart.
At first, the view was dim;
dreams may begin modestly,
but most of all, they must start
Breathe them life—embrace the rain;
beauty may flourish from pain.
Small steps finish the path fine
Nurtured by taking time .
#PoeticHowls #Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls #Poetry by Wolfie
April 2, 2025 at 8:21 PM
I picture much more,
#sprouting somewhere in my heart.
At first, the view was dim;
dreams may begin modestly,
but most of all, they must start
Breathe them life—embrace the rain;
beauty may flourish from pain.
Small steps finish the path fine
Nurtured by taking time .
#PoeticHowls #Poetry by Wolfie
#PoeticHowls #Poetry by Wolfie
What’s this? A boy from Verona,
sensitive and new, a rare find.
His words, sweet and true,
I’ll be subtle in my intent.
Thoughts of mischief fill my mind; under his spell, I’m enchanted,
He holds the secrets of my dreams
#Poetry by Wolfie paired w/ #Art Anselm Feuerbach--Self-portrait #PoeticHowls
sensitive and new, a rare find.
His words, sweet and true,
I’ll be subtle in my intent.
Thoughts of mischief fill my mind; under his spell, I’m enchanted,
He holds the secrets of my dreams
#Poetry by Wolfie paired w/ #Art Anselm Feuerbach--Self-portrait #PoeticHowls
April 2, 2025 at 2:40 AM
What’s this? A boy from Verona,
sensitive and new, a rare find.
His words, sweet and true,
I’ll be subtle in my intent.
Thoughts of mischief fill my mind; under his spell, I’m enchanted,
He holds the secrets of my dreams
#Poetry by Wolfie paired w/ #Art Anselm Feuerbach--Self-portrait #PoeticHowls
sensitive and new, a rare find.
His words, sweet and true,
I’ll be subtle in my intent.
Thoughts of mischief fill my mind; under his spell, I’m enchanted,
He holds the secrets of my dreams
#Poetry by Wolfie paired w/ #Art Anselm Feuerbach--Self-portrait #PoeticHowls
Little fires everywhere—
a new scar here, trauma there.
At the end of my rope,
my gaze caught spring blooms,
#flowers gifting hope.
Little bursts of life,
growing after winter strife,
finding their way.
“How admirable,” I thought;
I’ll grow like them today
#poetry by Wolfie 🐺 #PoeticHowls
a new scar here, trauma there.
At the end of my rope,
my gaze caught spring blooms,
#flowers gifting hope.
Little bursts of life,
growing after winter strife,
finding their way.
“How admirable,” I thought;
I’ll grow like them today
#poetry by Wolfie 🐺 #PoeticHowls
April 1, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Little fires everywhere—
a new scar here, trauma there.
At the end of my rope,
my gaze caught spring blooms,
#flowers gifting hope.
Little bursts of life,
growing after winter strife,
finding their way.
“How admirable,” I thought;
I’ll grow like them today
#poetry by Wolfie 🐺 #PoeticHowls
a new scar here, trauma there.
At the end of my rope,
my gaze caught spring blooms,
#flowers gifting hope.
Little bursts of life,
growing after winter strife,
finding their way.
“How admirable,” I thought;
I’ll grow like them today
#poetry by Wolfie 🐺 #PoeticHowls
The path has been long,
Stressed, juggling, trudging on,
Doing your best, as you always do.
Some days are hours, others stretch to days—
Comparison kills joy; life isn’t a race.
#poetry by Wolfie #Art ‘Abstract #Snail 🐌 by Wolfie 🐺
#AtMyOwnPace #DoodleTherapy #PoeticHowls
Stressed, juggling, trudging on,
Doing your best, as you always do.
Some days are hours, others stretch to days—
Comparison kills joy; life isn’t a race.
#poetry by Wolfie #Art ‘Abstract #Snail 🐌 by Wolfie 🐺
#AtMyOwnPace #DoodleTherapy #PoeticHowls
April 1, 2025 at 3:11 AM
The path has been long,
Stressed, juggling, trudging on,
Doing your best, as you always do.
Some days are hours, others stretch to days—
Comparison kills joy; life isn’t a race.
#poetry by Wolfie #Art ‘Abstract #Snail 🐌 by Wolfie 🐺
#AtMyOwnPace #DoodleTherapy #PoeticHowls
Stressed, juggling, trudging on,
Doing your best, as you always do.
Some days are hours, others stretch to days—
Comparison kills joy; life isn’t a race.
#poetry by Wolfie #Art ‘Abstract #Snail 🐌 by Wolfie 🐺
#AtMyOwnPace #DoodleTherapy #PoeticHowls
Fear crept in
Whispers of loss and danger
Revealing my true desire
Safety, progress, change
Instead of fear
I long to breathe again
For the air has shifted
I’ll keep hope alive
That spark that helps me thrive
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#art “Your fear will always lead you to the magic”
🪄 👹🦄🌸
Whispers of loss and danger
Revealing my true desire
Safety, progress, change
Instead of fear
I long to breathe again
For the air has shifted
I’ll keep hope alive
That spark that helps me thrive
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#art “Your fear will always lead you to the magic”
🪄 👹🦄🌸
April 1, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Fear crept in
Whispers of loss and danger
Revealing my true desire
Safety, progress, change
Instead of fear
I long to breathe again
For the air has shifted
I’ll keep hope alive
That spark that helps me thrive
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#art “Your fear will always lead you to the magic”
🪄 👹🦄🌸
Whispers of loss and danger
Revealing my true desire
Safety, progress, change
Instead of fear
I long to breathe again
For the air has shifted
I’ll keep hope alive
That spark that helps me thrive
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
#art “Your fear will always lead you to the magic”
🪄 👹🦄🌸
What an appetite
For her poetry I’ve grown
The scent of her words lingers
Like honeysuckle or fruit unknown.
Her lines shine like light
To a soul that feels alone
#poetry by Wolfie paired w/Girl with a pearl earring Vermeer 1665 #NewEnglandMuse
Her words shine like the pearls in this🎨 #PoeticHowls
For her poetry I’ve grown
The scent of her words lingers
Like honeysuckle or fruit unknown.
Her lines shine like light
To a soul that feels alone
#poetry by Wolfie paired w/Girl with a pearl earring Vermeer 1665 #NewEnglandMuse
Her words shine like the pearls in this🎨 #PoeticHowls
March 31, 2025 at 9:14 PM
What an appetite
For her poetry I’ve grown
The scent of her words lingers
Like honeysuckle or fruit unknown.
Her lines shine like light
To a soul that feels alone
#poetry by Wolfie paired w/Girl with a pearl earring Vermeer 1665 #NewEnglandMuse
Her words shine like the pearls in this🎨 #PoeticHowls
For her poetry I’ve grown
The scent of her words lingers
Like honeysuckle or fruit unknown.
Her lines shine like light
To a soul that feels alone
#poetry by Wolfie paired w/Girl with a pearl earring Vermeer 1665 #NewEnglandMuse
Her words shine like the pearls in this🎨 #PoeticHowls
Two things can be true
Some days I’m the flower
Blooming bright and free
Other days,I’m the rain
A hard storm falling
Some days I’m the laughter bright and loud
Other daysI’m the tears,silent and profound
Seeing the beauty of the whole
Is a wise path worth following.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some days I’m the flower
Blooming bright and free
Other days,I’m the rain
A hard storm falling
Some days I’m the laughter bright and loud
Other daysI’m the tears,silent and profound
Seeing the beauty of the whole
Is a wise path worth following.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
March 31, 2025 at 8:04 PM
Two things can be true
Some days I’m the flower
Blooming bright and free
Other days,I’m the rain
A hard storm falling
Some days I’m the laughter bright and loud
Other daysI’m the tears,silent and profound
Seeing the beauty of the whole
Is a wise path worth following.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
Some days I’m the flower
Blooming bright and free
Other days,I’m the rain
A hard storm falling
Some days I’m the laughter bright and loud
Other daysI’m the tears,silent and profound
Seeing the beauty of the whole
Is a wise path worth following.
#Poetry by Wolfie #PoeticHowls
She despises liars,
Her hatred for spiders runs deep.
Mean and petty,
No charm in those eyes;
Yet in secret, I adore her—
A wonderful wife she’d surely be,
But alas, just a distant dream.
#poetry by Wolfie #micropoetry #poetichowls
#newenglandmuse even those #meangirls & #sadboys have beauty tho 🎨😍
Her hatred for spiders runs deep.
Mean and petty,
No charm in those eyes;
Yet in secret, I adore her—
A wonderful wife she’d surely be,
But alas, just a distant dream.
#poetry by Wolfie #micropoetry #poetichowls
#newenglandmuse even those #meangirls & #sadboys have beauty tho 🎨😍
March 30, 2025 at 10:02 PM
She despises liars,
Her hatred for spiders runs deep.
Mean and petty,
No charm in those eyes;
Yet in secret, I adore her—
A wonderful wife she’d surely be,
But alas, just a distant dream.
#poetry by Wolfie #micropoetry #poetichowls
#newenglandmuse even those #meangirls & #sadboys have beauty tho 🎨😍
Her hatred for spiders runs deep.
Mean and petty,
No charm in those eyes;
Yet in secret, I adore her—
A wonderful wife she’d surely be,
But alas, just a distant dream.
#poetry by Wolfie #micropoetry #poetichowls
#newenglandmuse even those #meangirls & #sadboys have beauty tho 🎨😍