Best Bigfoot Poems

For BigFoot I searched everywhere.
In all the Northwest, he’s not there!
Then I thought I might know
where a BigFoot might go . . .
so I went where the barbers cut hair!

To fit in and be like the rest
of us humans, he’d look his best.
so I went...

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Living near the Lumni Indians 
In our own Puget Sound
Is a family of humanoids.
Few folks know they’re around.

They come down from nearby mountains
To escape the winter snow
To where grass and game is available
In the valleys down below.

When the children should speak of them,
Their Indian elders...

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I have no cause to lie,
my memory is clear.
The night was cool, the moon rising.
Fresh scents from a passing rain captures the air.
My campfire kept me warm from the damp forest,
its light reflecting dancing shadows.
I felt relaxed and calm, stress had fled,
from my world of...

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By thirteen I was quite tall—
Five-foot seven—friends were small
Always tallest in my class
On school lines—was always last.

Friends were shorter, more petite
Always looked to size-up feet
Compare shoes, I do not fib
Was self-conscious—mine were big.

Their size five to seven, fine—
I was BigFoot! Mine was nine!
Teenage complex anguished...

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My baking skills I have to change
Vast quantity is needed now
Cos I invited Bigfoot to lunch
Do I serve deer or a tasty cow

He doesn't want meat and two veg
His menu would want meat and nuts
For a whole deer he will surely beg
Must have protein and...

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Tibetan monks share colorful lore
Taking wide-eyed listeners from a valley floor
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us

A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so serene
Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
Stumping searchers who try to...

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I am the hidden, the forbidden, and the lost link
Unto the creature called man?
The basic primal instinct, the raw inner fear,
That quivers within the interior nerve left exposed,
Do I exist, define existence if you so dare?
Habitations inherit divergence, I’m diversity’s
Maligned beast, living on the edge...

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HOLY COW! It's Bigfoot, there in the brush
Lower your voices- he's skiddish
Now, hush
I know his habits, I'm privy as hell
An expert and scholar, I've studied him well

While in line at the grocery 
For years I've immersed 
In various tabloids becoming well versed
I even speak sasquatch
Oh,...

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Believers say giant footprints found,
Creatures living in the forests deep.
Walking upright like early man..
Living unseen, their secrets to keep.

Once on an evening’s quiet stroll
Through the deep woods near my home,
A shadow kept pace with my footsteps..
And I knew I was no longer alone.

On legs that...

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My uncle’s home, had a forest nearby;
he loved animals so; left some supper scraps, outside.
It was always his generous intent to feed,
every stray, that crawled, walked or flew, from those trees.

While visiting him, one sweet, southern night;
through the kitchen window, my eyes did alight;
upon his...

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Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home for me is this Big Leaf Maple,
bijou but it's alright,
not increased in value but
it's sure increased in height.
Carved myself a...

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BigFoot needed a date
 He needed a damsel  at least six feet tall
 He thought it would be great
 If she accompanied him to the Ball

 So he looked online for a match
 For a gal who  would suit  Sasquatch
 Though he...

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I tapped into my messages; the gas 
company wanted a piece of me, and 
my ex wanted to know when the 
month’s alimony  would be arriving.

But it was the last message which 
caught my attention the most; Big Foot, 
the wrestler, wanted to meet...

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Today I wandered through a grove.
An ancient and dilapidated place,
decaying as groves are wont.
A wind-snapped branch here,
a worm-eaten stump there.
Until the whispering wind
softly muttered in my ear,
“This is not your first time here.”
But all is different now,
        ...

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Hey, I've got me a plan to survive World War Three
And it doesn't involve living deep in the sea
With a mermaid named Maddy from that '80s movie
Or a grey-skinned E.T. hoping to crossbreed with me.

There's a bunch of big blokes known as Bigfoot to some
And...

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