Best Stag Poems

THE STAG

It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil
Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures
Called Nirvana.
A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred...

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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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Once there was a little cabin in the forest
where lived a most incredible hermit
all animals birds and creatures flocked
to him, surrounding him with their trust.

He...

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The mountain peaks in colored sugar coat
Of pinks and blues and lilac violet hues
The sky, just before sunrise, all windless and clear
The day is misty,...

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 “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” By John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn comes with light rain and fallen leaves,
Shorter days, chills but...

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Sometimes we can go all our lives seeing something without really having any insight into what we are seeing. For instance, hands in prayer position....

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My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees...

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Oh in the mirror world, she dances on a stag all her own,
A reflected ballerina, stepping ever lightly in the shaded
Silhouettes of yesterday, twin figures...

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What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful...

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Lovely

In deep woods, so verdant, quiet and still,
below the sun where bravely hawks do fly,
you’ll find a county spot called Owings Mills,
a suburb born beneath...

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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade...

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Petals are withering on late blooming roses 
My Summer garden is beginning to fade
Maples are shedding their last clinging leaves
Amber fields are ready for Fall's...

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Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
 
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
 
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag...

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In diminishing sunshine
I sit back in long grass. 
Silent and vigilant
soon my quarry will pass.

My eyes face the forest,
fixed firm on grass verge.
Observing as shadows,
and...

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