Deer Poems - Poems about Deer

Night stampedes wind-horses. I edgily negotiate the sharp corners of swerving shadows. The hind hoof of a doe slaps the reflection of my startled face, the Chevy twitches, plows on - headlights rake the earth. From a rear-view mirror I see myself prone on the asphalt, terrified limbs still stamping over a shell-shocked mind. The deer chased its bones, disappearing into the sight unseen. Night dropped its iron...

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Trees of powder, Delicate and firm. They conceal my feathers of frost. I perch myself by all that glitters All that warms, and all that flickers. I perch myself by candlelight Snug in my nest of yarn. My dearest deer is lost today. The other starlings fly away. Drifting off, a state of slumber Filling me with fear, but wonder. My nest of yarn, it cradles...

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We all want to grow But growth brings you fear For what does a doe Know better than a deer They might be able to play And run around all day But the deer know fear And they feel when death draws near And so does’ watch out For innocence should be treasured The seed of knowledge will sprout then your days will be...

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Whispers of an enchanted deer wafted through the oaks and the lilies The exquisite forest came alive with new fantastical creatures Roses are always doubters, so they disagreed with their thorns But most of the flowers were open to the rumor, eager to see the deer A gentle breeze preceded the deer into the thicket of florals The deer was...

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Hind the Red Deer Along the river bank on a sweltering day there she was, shining in radiant beauty lariviere quenched her thirst her timid smile, gentle touch personified kindness in tranquility the desire of many men over time for she was not one woman she was a piece of history re-incarnated many times over you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini who cared for...

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“The deer is a reminder that patience and persistence are key to success.” _by Unknown It's so wonderful this time...

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The hunter laughed, his rifle bright, his boots like thunder in the night-- but deep within the twisted trees, something stirred among the leaves. Not a whisper, not a sound, just breath like smoke along the ground. A shadow moved--too fast, too wrong, its eyes like embers burning strong. "You took her life, now you will see--" "the price of blood belongs to me." The...

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grace and gentleness deep connection to nature my deer spirit guide her tranquility navigates life’s challenges cultivates my peace...

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When I bring home a deer... to live in our living room, my roommate won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask. He has no horns. He eats only oats, but not yours only; I bought him some food. He's not even hairy. I'm not even sorry I brought him home. He'll sleep with me on the floor of the...

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The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not...

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Venus Casts a tiny shadow Upon the ghostly snow From its candle held by an extended hand Of a cloaked man Who trips through the stripped trees Follows the fresh trail of reindeer To our second-floor windowsills Then on to rooftops lined with owls Comet tails thrashing through the oval Stars The kids pretend to sleep To the faint smell of hay Their red stockings overflow with candy...

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SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1 Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt") by Sir Thomas Wyatt loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer; but as for me, alas!, I may no more. This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore I'm one of those who falters, at the rear. Yet friend, how can I draw...

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A hoarse cough in the thicket Frightening me. I did not realize It is the trait of my power animal. Now I do, so it will be as scary next time. I saw the beast’s white tail as she leapt the fence. cough from thicket white tail deer leaps the fence power animal...

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woods have a hoarse cough the flicker of deer tail lost above brambles...

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The dark woods felt threatening tonight Renee had no idea why but she felt fearful The farther she walked, the scarier things got The shadows seemed to have eyes; she felt watched. She turned, thinking maybe she should head back to the house. But it felt even creepier and more ominous in that direction. If she survived the night, she resolved...

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