Best Huntress Poems

A pursuer at an precocious age,
Instantly able to set the stage.
Unaware of the glare from a piercing stare,
Calculated thoughts and moments planned; the prey would be snared. 

Indulging in oratory flights of beautiful language,
Enticed by a venomous tongue the prey languished.
Striking the first note of...

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She makes love
like a hungry lioness
I adore her shadow
the way it arches
performing upon the wall.

Her black hair flows
age and experience
makes her hunt for a lover
jungle fever in my bed.

She desires a skilled man
stalking through the tall grass
growling along the way
I wait for her scent.

I would...

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Ghost-striped by wild magic, night roams into the night
with a mystique like the darkness of the moon’s shaded face.
A jet silhouette with shadowed rosettes prowls ebon-air’s hue;
liquid-liner-black strides in silent fluidity 
melts night into the night.


Susan Ashley 
April 20, 2019


~Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier...

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The pricking sun starts to hide
when the stars unfurl their cloaks
The darkness starts to creep this evening
Oh I can feel my spirit rising

I stayed at the corner
And concealed by the dim
As I waited for them
With a see through dress
it reveals my fresh taut breast
and flaunt...

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Biding her time, stalking her prey;
Knowing that far he can not stray
The huntress has readied her bow
And just waits for his heart to show

She’s set a trap and, once again
The hunted bites finding naught within
But false hope and the fresh new pain
Of another dart’s bright...

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Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens

    Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens,
    That which rivals colors of peacock's preens,
    Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens,
    Bold greens...

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The places I go with my arrows and bow
on glorious Autumn days.
Barking squirrels and cawing crows 
pain staking miles that heal the soul

In the light of day I stalk my prey
anticipating any movement coming my way.
Deeper into the forrest I go
with only my primitive arrow...

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In nightshade she rages in fumes
And  drives me to the edge  of  unrest
Inside coal eyes, my breath exhumed
Granting her to stew, I feel pressed.

Dark tresses of fire keeps burning
A passion that ignites a whirl...
This vixen’s scold reeks like a sting
But truth of...

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(for: Deborah Guzzi)

The forest sings for her hunter 
The twin of the fierce panther –
& I sing a sonorous song
That echoes beyond the sky
Of a thousand miles;
I sing like Dinta the hunter
Craving the hearts of clansmen
& the soul of my native drum
To greet a maiden...

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My wife, my huntress, rides the Holy Wind,
But still, daisies adorn her thick brown hair!
Her muslin robes blow out, her hair's unpinned,
Let dark thoughts try to chase her, if they dare!
For she outrides them all, strews flowers like hopes
And, with her hunting-dogs, argent, and gold,
She...

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Huntress
by Michael R. Burch

after Baudelaire

Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep
across a crevice dropping deep
into a dark and doomed domain.
Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane.
Rain falls upon your path, and pain
pours down. Your paws are pierced. You pause
and heed the oft-lamented laws
which bid you not...

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Diana goddess huntress
your glowing love abides.
You match my wish
and bring in the tides.
You reflect god light
in your nurturing essence.
Reminding me tonight
of my infinite wholeness.
Your hunt is for the god,
the god that eternally shines upon you
remembering your service
is what remains True.
You are the guide
and the direction
into...

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fine, faintly flickering face,
 a goddess' gilded grimace;
  eyes sharp, slightly squinting,
   lips pursed, concentrating;
    arms strained, straight, steady,
     inch by inch, pulling in the cord,
      pushing away at the...

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Slip of Smoke (Huntress) 

kiss me 
you fool 

before it's 
too late... 

walking away 
i leave 

for a 
date, 

looking back 
sadly still 

you will 
stand... 

shadow of 
boy 

in weak 
minded man, 

with a 
slip of 
smoke 

and slide 
of hand 

off into 
tomorrow...

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There once was a Norse goddess named Skadi
A Winter Ruler in huntress’ body
	An expert at skiing
	Her enemies fleeing
Ester Ledecka she did embody...

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