Bison Poems | Examples

American Buffalo

Where have all the bison gone
shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one
where have all the shooters gone
done away by Indians more than some
the red man revered the buffalo
of Manitou's abundance living proof
to the white who sent them
to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds
a gold mine on the hoof
the paleface ways in olden days long gone
were somewhat less than perfect
and should be frowned upon
to soldiers bison were target practice
indigenous people to quell
while hunters killed for the hides
by 1884 the Black Hills buffalo death knell
lies were spoken treaties broken
but revenge was none too soon at hand
Sioux Cheyenne Arapaho attacked
and briefly turned the tide
on what was their rightful land
beside the Little Bighorn
one frightful day at Custer's last stand

Bison

clumps of blow on fur
side to side their heads plow snow
in Yellowstone

bison stepped on my foot today

Brutish bison stepped on my left foot today
Making me less merry, forcing me to delay
It weighed a ton, so what could I do?
I yelled “Get off of my tennis shoe!”

Skittish bison got startled and galloped away
My toe is broken, bleeding, its nail is turning gray.
So, I cannot come over for my play date today.
Maybe you should invite my cousin Jay.

Bison Great Fur

the bison great fur
keep him stay warm in winter
very amazed at

Yellowstone Bison

“Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam …” —Dr Brewster M Higley VI


Oh, give me a home ...
where the big bison bellow,
bellowing in beautiful
bucolic backgrounds,
backgrounds begging
backpackers beware,
beware of being beset by
big bison bellowing!

Beset by a bison?
Bison basics best behavior—
Better to back up bovine-like
than be busted up by a bison

Better believe it!

Bison Belt

It is odd that I have made it this many years without the knowledge that I needed a bison belt. Hank’s sells one with a one hundred year warranty. My parents should have given me one fifty years ago. But I’m going to live forever, so I figured, sure, why not. They need to up their game, go for the two hundred year guarantee. They can call it the bison-tennial edition…

Bison

Bison buy some but ain't no more
General Sherman closed the Great Plains’ store

Bull-Bison Rodeo, Part Ii

...I must’ve passed out not long after that,
in the hospital people did say
that bison and bull went for ten minutes,
before the tired, and both slunk away.

The people called it the best rodeo
that any of them had ever seen,
some hippies protested, what else is new,
they said treating bison that way was ‘mean.’

And the Forest Service took my statement,
it was clear they thought I was at fault,
but they could not book me for any crimes,
none had seen the first charge, after all.

Some of the bull-riders thought I was tough,
and declared I should take up the sport,
they even wrote a song about the day,
but didn’t mention how I ruined my shorts.

I just declined, having more than enough
‘fun’ riding on the backs of bis cows,
I just wanted to find some quiet job,
if this mad universe would allow.

But I should’ve known this wasn’t my luck,
and soon events would somehow conspire
to make me baptize the pope himself
in a church that was strangely on fire…

The Spirits of the Bison

He crouches behind the camouflage,
watching - waiting - quiet - still,
just one of many,
all eyes on the horizon,
hearts pounding - expectant - eager - patient.

First there appears the thin line of dust,
then distant thunder,
growing louder and louder,
until the ground trembles
with the pounding of a million hooves.

The hunters are visible now,
and the bison are panicked,
but it's too late.

They try to flee,
but are squeezed from both sides,
a narrow funnel forming up ahead.
They quicken their pace,
and then see the cliff.

Hooves dig into the hard earth,
eyes roll in fear,
mouths froth.
There's no stopping now.
Those in front are pushed by the weight
of the mass behind,
and flung over the edge.

Tortured screams fill the air,
below, only the dull sound of soft bodies,
thud - thud - thud.
Time, suspended, frozen,
finally merges with eternity.

The hunters look on in haunted silence,
The spirits of the bison have been released.
They have sacrificed for the people,
and the people are grateful.

Bison

A cloud descends from the sigh of a beast
Covering the valley with a steaming thick mist
A hundred years after his charge in a stampede
The tremors reverberate the spirit in his hide

A hard pillow on a bed of thorns
I toss and turn on mystical horns
I lay blind my days out of sight
Struck by thunder a prey unto the night

A lifetime nailed to the wall I free fall
To a nightmare of blood and gall
A silver stare explodes into an endless chase
A spiked claw scratches my final resting place

Bison the Canal Boat

Strictly still in the marina
Loving and toying with the pier fingers
Shes a heavy, long boat
An old worker
Modern and comfort slipped with no disturbance into the workwomen
Her engine starts with aggressive industrial baritone chugging
Before oozing into the canal with the grace of a disgruntled elderly woman
Designed for the manoeuvring collisions 
Water off a boats back
Undisturbed water – all but an inquisitive pike breaching
Silent cataclysmic rumbles moves her along
The smooth canal  trampled
A minute slit in the graceful water

Haiku Bison

dawn time leaves

steamy breath on the window ~

a bison snorting

White Bison

A cumulous herd,
Roams a prairie atmosphere:
Thunderous stampede.

The Hunter Painted the Bison.

In pre-historic times
Man painted on walls
the things he wished
for.Food.Success
So holy was this act 
it migrated to churches.
Success.Power.
What we wish for.
Eastern art contains
natures elements.
A mountain.A river.
Our peaceful dreams.
Art is important.
Everybody loves it.

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