Best Hunted Poems

i sprint through the forest escaping the dark of night when i see it, the tree, the tree that sways apart from itself, grass still most with the dew of dawn i lean and indulge  into the greenery, disregard overpowers me as i find...

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Night has fallen
dark and deep
creatures stir that had been asleep.

A light from passing cars flash into the dark
yellow eyes peer from the night
a scurrying movement catches the eye
then all is lost under the darken sky.

One of our furry friends goes on a hunt
looking for a...

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Hunting the prey
he got hunted
and  was killed....

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We still face the test of absolute truth
As creatures of the wild roam on a vast field
The sun burning through their earthy pursuit
Within this mind, a darkened haze concealed.

I watch their shadows, deepening a leer
My fingers grip waiting for the  light of dawn
While mossy...

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We are being Hunted!
Our sons,
More than our daughters 
Our mothers,
Less than our fathers 
By the hunters,
We've been made into a sport,
at their discretion,
Not served with protection,
But, sent
Straight to the grave,
By Black & White transport.
We stand at their command.
We stop.
We drop.
We comply.
We die.
Still...
Hunted....
& Endangered....
Not safe,
Living in...

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Stalks, many sightings
Cheetah leaps out, full throttle
Gazelles graze, piece reigns...

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A.W. Nutter

The landscape lay virgin and white
Warm breath fogging the morning air
Resting during the day, hunting at night
Hunger driving you from a secluded lair

The sun revealing diamonds in the snow
Making it hard to follow the deers progress
Testing the tension of the homemade bow
Survival depends on...

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Not entered in the contest.  Just my warped mind in overdrive!!!


You think she is fierce?
Imagine what it must be
That made her jump in!...

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The nation is thrown into grief.
Our national flag is flying at half mast.
Everyone is wearing a sack cloth.
The dangling axe fell on us.
And the mighty has fallen.
Our hearts are filled with dread,
And our eyes as heavy as lead.
Nigeria, Africa’s number one soccer nation, 
Has been...

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Hunter Becomes the Hunted
World War 2 is still relevant in 2014. Widow of a Kriegsmarine Captain's U-boat still misses her husband. How she wishes he'd had a shore posting and not gone to sea. When he died in his steel coffin, he left a wife...

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Night casts shadows on hollowed ground
An eagle flies, painful the screams;
While reddish crown lifts, armed with grit
That its rafters fight bleak of dreams.

Wisps of clouds, like puffs of smoke
Rage on stents of bushy trees
Its royal pose and nest fledgling,
Are caught up in a claw's tight...

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A nights rest seems just to the fact of a bleeding heart with fresh wounds inflected by a dagger of many blades, the lies and the regret turns a soul to solid stone. The need to trust and love outsmarts the master mind behind the...

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Hunted
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia
 On a bitter cold and moonless night, 
 there came a gentle knock at the door. 
Only half heard Joe did stir from sleep, alight, 
to meet a stranger exhausted and footsore. 
The hunted man did look in doubt, 
quick eyed he...

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Spring duck
With no luck
 Was struck

  He fell 
From a shell
 What's to tell...

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I forced myself to move.
Staying put I could not cage
The feeling that watched me,
waited to pounce, hunt,
consume.
I can feel the claws in my heel,
I must rip away from it.
I bleed.
I need to cage it, eyes flickered
I can feel it coming up,
run.
I ran from it.
Kept running.
And...

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