Best Sasquatch Poems
Sasquatch; please don't follow me.
Turn away; and go.
Take your shaggy hair away.
You frighten me: you know.
Please don't growl about me,
stalking me so far.
Try to keep your distance.
I have no wish to spar.
Where have you come from?
Far; from in the bush?
Hiding from us humans:
eating swamp-like mush.
What has brought you out here
circling me from far?
Have I ticked you off,
or where your nestings are?
Here I come to shoot you.
I'll fill you full of lead.
And if it means I kill you
you'll be the proof as dead.
Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
I didn't mean to shoot.
I'm sorry that I shot you
and filled you full of soot.
Only now; we know you're real.
Your body final proof.
And when they stuff and mount you
we'll growl at you and woof!
Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
Why won't you speak as proof?
Don't make us tease and taunt you.
It's not the same to spoof.
Categories:
sasquatch, absence, animal, conflict, eulogy,
Form:
Quatrain
creatures of the shadows of the dawn and the dusk
older than iron and clay ..blood and rust
the secrets of darkness surviving on the thoughts of others
unstitched by imagination when eyelids are uncovered
legends told through history and the ages of time
the lore of folklore in the subconscious mind
the strength of a god like lightening to a tree
the unarmed lumberjack bringing the forest to its knees
the true king of the jungle bipedal in stride
the forest a hay stack with a needle to hide
the magicians of flora and fauna cast spells of disbelief
sillohettes fragmented images behind the shadows of leaf
no shaman nor outcast can ever compete
with the masters of the forest and all of their feats
the legends remain shrouded in mystery
the monster untamed throughout all of history
many a men have tried on their tracks
many a men have never come back
Categories:
sasquatch, absence,
Form:
ABC
I wish that I was a Yeti
Bigfoot, Snow Ape at best
So that I can finally show my face
And put this myth to rest
5-2-2018
I wish that I was a... contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Categories:
sasquatch, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
In the forest lives a creature
That people say doesn't exist
But yet they look for it high and low
For some reason they just can't resist
He stands ten feet tall and covered with hair
Well at least that's what they tell
They say his feet are twenty inches long
And he has such a terrible smell
Of course you know that this describes
My very own mother-in-law
But that's a story for another day
That soon I'll share with you all
Now this thing that they call Bigfoot
Is probably just a family man
He goes to work killing small animals
And doing the best he can
He has never bothered a single soul
But yet they're hunting him down
Why don't they hunt for the tooth fairy
And prove that she wears a crown
Or maybe trap that Santa Claus dude
Who breaks in their houses at night
If they're gonna hunt for things not real
Then this would only be right
I'm telling you now Sasquatch is a myth
So why don't you leave him alone
And if he exists he's probably pretty cool
Trying to make it on his own
And if he's real he'll let us all know
But not before he's ready
But take it from me he's simply not real
Signed, your friend.....The Yeti
Categories:
sasquatch, funny
Form:
Rhyme
The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end
In its own time!
Categories:
sasquatch, cute, fun, funny, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Squashing Sasquatch sounds squeamish said Silly Sally...
When Shelley Sheen said she'd seen Sasquatch squashed
Tongue Twister Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
12/27/2020
Categories:
sasquatch, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
An old friend stopped by this misty morn,
Filled his cup with warming Joe,
It’s good to be in his company,
He is the finest of my friends I know.
He appeared out of the morning twilight,
Quiet with bright clear eyes,
My cup disappeared in his massive hand,
Over which his hair lies.
We connect without the use of words,
I want nothing of him, nor he of me,
Just an understanding between friends,
Not many he lets see.
Hot brew with a coffee cake,
One lump for me, he likes two,
He brings blueberries,
To add spice to our brew.
Not a creature or a man,
Just taking time to share,
A quiet moment between friends,
Not seeing my skin or his hair.
Gone faded back into the dark,
Was he even here?
Proof is his empty cup,
And I sense him near.
Categories:
sasquatch, animal, fantasy,
Form:
Personification
The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end
In its own time!
Categories:
sasquatch, fun, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
A.K.A.
Hairy
Mary
11-21-17
Inspired by the stand alone footle contest
Categories:
sasquatch, humor,
Form:
Footle
I'm convinced I saw a ghastly creature in the mist
While I was driving along a bleak country road,
A Sasquatch several yards ahead shaking its fist
Cloaked in the gray fog, as frightened I slowed.
While I was driving along a bleak country road
The creature crashed through the underbrush
Cloaked in the gray fog, as frightened I slowed,
The unsightly apparition gave me quite a rush.
The creature crashed through the underbrush
Leaving behind a stench, the malodor of death
The unsightly apparition gave me quite a rush
For a moment I could scarcely catch my breath.
Leaving behind a stench, the malodor of death,
Big Foot blended into the distant undergrowth
For a moment I could scarcely catch my breath,
Quickly I surmised our presence scared us both.
Big Foot blended into the distant undergrowth
A Sasquatch several yards ahead shaking its fist,
Quickly I surmised our presence scared us both
I'm convinced I saw a ghastly creature in the mist.
Written October 25, 2022
Categories:
sasquatch, adventure, scary,
Form:
Pantoum
This story begins with Julio Jones,
a logger who worked trees in the Cascades,
never married or had a family,
he was a loner, that just was his way.
Now he was no hermit, by any means,
he would show up at the town festivals,
volunteer his time so they ran smoothly,
he always seemed to enjoy them in full.
But the man mostly would keep to himself,
and was most comfortable out in the woods,
he’d been felling trees for twenty-five years,
all the industry knew that he was good.
One year the National Forest Service
gave him a contract to fell some old trees,
once done another company would come
and haul the trunks away for industry.
It was fifty acres way back in the hills,
accessed by a half-forgotten dirt road,
ten miles away from any building,
in solitude to this site he would go.
No an old pro like our Julio
knew exactly how to make the trees fall
so it would be easy to load them up
when the truck came the gather them all.
One day while cutting, about a week in,
he was felling trees by the lease’s edge,
when his chainsaw touched up on a big cedar
he heard a growl from a nearby hedge.
Next a brown head poked out of the bush,
Julio was so stunned he could just watch
as a seven-foot figure straightened up,
he was staring at a God-damned sasquatch!
He retreated back from the big tree trunk
and the warning growl quickly ceased,
when he tried again the growl returned,
Julio quickly figured out the beast.
It was just defending its territory,
letting him know when he had pushed too far,
so he retreated back to another
and put this new tree-trunk to his bar.
The bigfoot cared not when he cut trees there,
in fact it watched from a boulder in shade,
it looked on as if it were curious
as Julio went about his day.
And when he returned the very next morn,
he spotted the big creature once more,
along with a juvenile bigfoot,
they watched big trees plunge to the forest floor.
Now Julio remembered seeing once
a gorilla that head learned A.S.L.,
f that ape could do it, why not bigfoot?
What type of stories would this cryptid tell?
Julio knew how to make the signs,
his only brother had been deaf since birth,
he had an idea and bought some apples,
then brought them next day when he went to work...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
sasquatch, animal, education, friendship, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
I believe that the Sasquatch is valid.
He is huge though he eats only salad.
He’s so large, I admit,
that a limerick won’t fit
this big fella — I owe him a ballad.
Categories:
sasquatch, animal, humor, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Limerick
...The bigfoot poked out again the next day
with the little one not that far behind,
came lunch time Julio put out apples,
before each he would stop and make the sign.
He did this for days, an entire week,
each day the two creatures came for the snack,
then one day he kept the fruit in the bag,
the beasts got anxious for what they now lacked.
The older sasquatch was agitated,
but Julio just made the sign with his hands,
the beast hooted and growled, still upset,
though the little one seemed to understand.
He tried his best to mimic the motion,
so Julio tossed an apple to him,
the mother then noticed, she did the same,
so he gave one to her with a grin.
From that day onwards, when on his lunch break,
he’d make a sign and point at an object,
the creatures learned fast, and got their rewards,
even seemed eager for what they’d learn next.
For many weeks this pattern repeated,
until one day Julio ran out of spruce,
the crews would come soon with trailer and truck
to pick up the trunks and put them to use.
Julio figured that the job was done,
so he went home to rest up for a bit,
didn’t think he’d see a sasquatch again,
until one night when his dog threw a fit.
He walked to the back door, where the dog barked,
determined to see what caused all the fuss,
in his backyard he saw shaggy, black forms,
in disbelief he shook his head, awe-struck.
The two bigfoots had followed him on back,
and they signed for him to come talk to them,
with a shrug he went out, signed to them ‘hello,’
and like that the friendship started again.
It’s even said that they learned some syntax,
and pronouns, the younger one claimed a name;
that the juvenile outpaced the mother,
the plasticity of youth in his brain.
For twenty years they lived near Julio,
until the female passed on from old age,
two years later cancer took the logger,
no one knowing the breakthroughs he’d made.
Now I know that this tale must come as a shock,
most didn’t think sasquatches could exist,
but now that you speak of who gets credit
I had to come forwards and insist
That all remember the lonely logger,
that you put his name on the walls.
Julio Jones taught my mother to sign,
that’s how I can even talk to you at all.
Categories:
sasquatch, animal, education, friendship, humanity,
Form:
Narrative
There's a beast roaming around,
This forested mountain ground,
You can hear him at night
It does bring on a fright...
Oh, maybe it's only a grizzly bear!!
A grizzly, don't you share....
Respected fear of this mighty beast?
Concern at the very least.....
But I don't really care,
Just what it is out there...
Let him smash through my door!!
Cause I don't care no more!
Categories:
sasquatch, adventure, angst, animals,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
at the edge of Boreal Forest sits a cabin we built ourselves in 1986
the deck became enormous because my man always gets carried away
Big John does everything in excess, going overboard on every project
We relax here a few times a year in the summer, enjoying the lake
Some say they have seen Sasquatch but we never have
I looked for Nessie for a while, but discovered she is in the Great Lakes
Categories:
sasquatch, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse