Best Open Season Poems
Below are the all-time best Open Season poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of open season poems written by PoetrySoup members
Love's Open SeasonThere, .......in the meadow......
........exposed,
trembles my heart....
wide-open for all the
hunters of love to
view....
....frozen, in place....
muscles tense....
trying to avoid the self-
perceived dangers even
a slight flinch
may bring........
This place...
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Categories:
open season, adventure, imagination, love, heart,
Form:
Personification
Open SeasonShooting fish in a barrel with an AK-47
Or merely tripping on the bench in the park,
Where the leather whacks on willow
And a stairway to heaven...
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Categories:
open season, allegory, life, parody, social,
Form:
Verse
If God Gives Up On UsIF GOD GIVES UP ON US
Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty
Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to
Kill...
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Categories:
open season, betrayal, conflict, environment, imagination,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Swimming Around In the SoupHow many breaths do I have, before the end of days
How many words are faked,...
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Categories:
open season, allegory, emotions, life, poetry,
Form:
Monorhyme
The Crooked CopHe'd swindle fate, but they bought in
protected by a badge' restraint,
the pusher, in a ring, his nose
would deal with any dealing's pose!
So "sell for us"...
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Categories:
open season, native american, political, sad
Form:
Monorhyme
An Invitation From Salt Lake CityAn Invitation
from Salt Lake City
(1) In this great nation, the
United States of the America,
People who had been
residing for quite a while,
And if you...
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Categories:
open season, social, people, autumn, city,
Form:
Rhyme
Be Aware Mandingo ManBE AWARE MANDINGO MAN…
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its open season---
The pack-hunting hyena like
Human predators are roaming
As if on an urban savannah safari;
Be aware Mandingo man---
Its hunting...
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Categories:
open season, allegory, america, analogy, black
Form:
Prose Poetry
What Happened To Our Once Great Country?I hear your pleas...
Amen Brothers and Sisters!
I mean we don't want anything more
than a society which we can respect...
lotteries... crooked politicians...
debt to foreign...
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Categories:
open season, angst, hope, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Police Me NotPolice Me Not
Written By: D. Collins 12/3/14
Thanks to Rodney, Trayvon, Eric, and Michael Brown.
The world has a glimpse of how policing goes down.
They shoot-to-kill,...
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Categories:
open season, today, world,
Form:
Sonnet
Autumn By the WindowThe day seemed so blurry,
the dwelling felt vacant and nonchalant
feeling an ocean of tears pent~up...
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Categories:
open season, autumn, change, color, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
On the Evolution of LiberationOn The Evolution Of Liberation…
Once again
our humanity is taxonomically
mocked---no longer ¾
*****sapiens---a step
just below
that of being human. Rather,
today, we’re an endangered species---
a modern...
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Categories:
open season, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
BusyCornflakes in the busy bowl
As the wild lizard cowls
Seldom does the rabbits busy mate
When their surrounded by dinner plates
Each one needs busy one
As the dandelions...
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Categories:
open season, crazy, fantasy, fate, funny,
Form:
Monorhyme
Groundhogs Are LiarsIf I were a goundhog I'd bloody well hide.
Groundhogs are just liars, they have no sense of pride.
They said that winter's over and spring is...
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Categories:
open season, animals, funny
Form:
I do not know?
Compton Ghetto Art Christmasyoud have to see it to believe it
but im making compton famous
a medusa mask
tribal
leave a candle burning
and a wall of clocks and mirrors
and a wedding...
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Categories:
open season, art, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
SeekMurdered by Metaphor
mama called me a psycho
what is it good for?
Mumbo jumbo wacko jacko
humour the double edged sword
tormented, wrists slashed apart
Not alone, you got the...
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Categories:
open season, angst, life
Form:
I do not know?