Best Hulking Poems

I walk above all pain
            risen and relentless 
                       floating on borrowed...

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The shadows on the moonlit road
Belonged to ancient trees,
But then I saw a hulking form
That made my marrow freeze.

He stood well over six feet tall,
His face was long and lean,
‘Though dressed in velvet like a lord,
His voice was cold and mean.
 
He aimed his pistols...

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a hulking oak tree

 extends elongated boughs 

   handshakes with nature




Tree Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin  (Winner: 2nd Place)
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Date written and submitted: 08/19/2019...

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I'm a polar bear, just that.
          Don't ever call me bi-polar
      or I'll angrily maul you to death!

            Take a...

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Inside a boisterous tavern,
a-light with drunken gaiety
of spilled ribald laughter,
he quietly sits alone ...
gently cradling his mead darkly
Brooding thoughts of past paid coverings
buzzes inside his head
Talking flies having the faces of the dead
“Have mercy, please”
This haunting cry, they all pled ... 
except the halo head...

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A feeling of euphoria,
a woman and a rose,
a long, committed partnership,
of love the husband knows.

A tenuous and abstract thing
of love he understands--
or thinks he does until they
place a baby in his hands.

A miracle, a wonder who
can bring him to his knees,
who grips his heart with...

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And I saw a new heaven and a 
new earth: for the first heaven
and the first earth were passed
away; and there was no more sea
— Rev. 21:1


Satan is king of the sea
When he was cast out of heaven,
his star fell into the midst of the...

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Sue’s puppy is called Tricky Woo
She’s upset when it does a pooh
There’s pee up the wall
And poop in the hall
She always finding doggy dooh

I suggested she buys a grit tray
And takes Tricky a walk every day
He can play in the park
Do its poop, have a...

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The Lilliputians are out playing ball
   Enjoying the fresh air of late Fall
When storm clouds roll in
   Hulking Gullivers, wearing wide grins...

A Gull warns 'em, 'Fun's over, guys.'
   'Cos the  court belongs to us now
But the Lillis brace...

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Gather round all you little kiddies
Got a story I'd like to share
Bout a tiny mouse named Bartholomew
And a dirty big bear called Clare!

Now Clare wasn't the least bit happy
His name sounded a wee bit girly
Had a wee mousey friend Bartholomew
Who's name sounded strong and burly!

So...

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The moon reflected on the sea,
A night more beautiful than day.
I wheezed and struggled up the steps
And looked out over Whitby Bay.

I saw the harbour far below,
And heard the splashing of the waves,
I turned around to see the church,
The ruined abbey and the graves.

I thought...

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The cruise ship charged 
Whistleless at my sail boat
In a narrow channel
Between Islands 
Of The Salish Sea.

I was powerless with sails up
Tacking against a current 
Knotted against me.
The water boiled.
I recoiled
In dread

I could see them
Cosmetic lazy travellers
Lounging unconcerned
Tending to their looks
As the mass 
Of their...

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I walked on by a graveyard, very late, alone one night.
No ghosts sprung from their moldy graves: no evil ghoulish sights.

It seemed no vampires lurked about, to sip my blood like wine.
And any hulking werewolves must have previously dined.

I watched in vain for zombies, with...

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Alone, she noticed footsteps.
Her heart thumping, pulse racing,
She looked over her shoulder.
A hulking dark shape. A man.
She walked faster. So did he.
Heavy breathing. Smell of beer.
Her heart missed a beat.  He pounced…

Jack Horne, 9th November, for Nette’s Silhouette of a Heptagonet contest...

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Dear lord, what have I become? 
Reduced from a hulking mass
to the pulp in my love's drink
or maybe the orange itself squeezed dry

Ah, but while it all goes down, 
smooth for her, it is not my cup
these passing years have changed me 
 deconstructed me,...

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