Crossbow Poems | Examples

Eskimo Joe and Nebraska Flo

Eskimo Joe took a liking to Nebraska Flo
His bro said, oh, no, not her, no, no, Joe!
When Joe was with Flo, they each had a glow
Bright as flashing bulbs at a Kansas light show

Love for each other continued to grow
Joe helped Flo plant, weed, garden, rake and hoe
Their romance was fast, it was never slow
Flo showed Joe how to use a crossbow

He refused to kill a buck or a doe
But their love was intense, there was no kind of woe
His friends and her friends, his foe and her foe
These lovebirds got married in Tijuana, Mexico.

Beyond the Status Quo

Traveling far, far away from home
Leaving family and friends to roam
Did not expect changes it would bring
To a life feeling apathy’s sting

Had much pity from which to borrow
Saw no bright future into tomorrows
Never thought to make goals or form dreams
Caught in a trap of daily routines

Knew nothing beyond my locale
Blind to the avenues I had
Just going along with old pals
Digging cars, music, and gals

Trying to hide distress was not smart
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart
I feigned joy but was acting a part
No one knew the deep sigh in my heart

Then one day to my utter delight
When out of the dark came a light
Circumstance and good fortune teamed
With opportunity to redeem

From plateau low to mountain heights
Life beyond the status quo plights
Came like a shot from a crossbow
Hitting with a decisive blow

Now have traveled from shore to shore
Lived in six states, flown over more
Earned three degrees along the way
Proud of my military days

Haunted Woods

This is the tale of young Polkahontus.
She lives in the forest; her aim is to taunt us.
The squeezebox is ancient; it’s lacquered and red;
she communes with the spirits and plays for the dead.

She gives the accordion a little squeeze;
the raspy sound out of it’s more like a wheeze.
She dances and prances and plays in the wood; 
I’d drop a tree on her if I only could.

At dusk she gets started down there in the vale;
I’ve fingered my crossbow with thoughts to impale.
In the rain, in the snow, even bitter and cold,
she’s playing that polka; Good Lord, it gets old. 

I’m at my wit’s end, so I get down the rifle
with murderous thoughts of a squeezebox to stifle. 
I aim through my scope with the polka red dot,
but I won’t pull the trigger, ‘cuz that polka girl’s hot!

Life Beyond the Status Quo

Life Beyond the Status Quo

Traveling far, far away from home,
Leaving family and friends to roam,
Did not expect changes it would bring,
To a life feeling apathy’s sting.

Had much pity from which to borrow,
Saw no bright future in tomorrows,
Never thought to make goals or form dreams,
Caught in a trap of MUNDANE routines.

Thought hiding my distress very smart,
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart,
I feigned joy but was acting a part,
No one knew the pain was so distraught.

Then one day to my utter surprise,
When out of the blue an answer came,
Circumstances and good fortune teamed,
With opportunity to redeem.

From plateau dim to mountain glow,
To life beyond the status quo,
Like an arrow shot from a taunt crossbow,
Hitting the target with precise blow.

Ring

I rested my eyes and I heard a bell ringing
I wondered what this afternoon might be bringing
I gathered my wits and peered out through the blind
Frankly, intrigued to know what I might find

There’s children stood there and they look so unruly 
I sense that they’ve all got it in for yours truly
I think to myself with a shortage of mirth
The lot of them should have been throttled at birth

That bell is still ringing, it’s donging and dinging
I’ve got a sore head and my eardrums are stinging
And would you believe that those kids are now squealing
You’re likely to find me soon… clung to the ceiling

Will somebody please silence that flaming bell
I so want a crossbow like William Tell 
I feel myself shaken and then shaken faster
Then… “Lunch time is over; please wake up, Headmaster.”

Paired Possession Virelai

A stem sprouts leaves two
Holding cute bud new
Grows free
Unfurls charming hue
Makes a flower blue
Blooms glee
Unframed scene sticks to
Pleased plant, shines with dew
Silky.

Bridge the two banks see
Standing on strong knee
Crossbow
Structure so crafty
Makes closeness lovely
Somehow
Bonding seems to be
River’s sole trustee
To show.

Longing two hearts grow
Desires in spate flow
Find clue
To bloom life nouveau
Paired love’s floral glow
Debut
Dear link two lives know 
Living brings rainbow
In view.

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March 18, 2023
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : Write Me A Virelai
Sponsored by : Kim Rodrigues

Tale of Two Cats Chasing a Toy

Like the North Wind,
Sent by Boreas
to lay driven snow, pure
and white, an ivory
whirlwind blows
through my living room.
The rodent, pink as 
embarrassment, flies 
with the speed of a
crossbow bolt loosed at
full tension. It’s woolen
body, firm but pliable.
The ashen animals
bear claws sharp as
thorns, attacking with the
ferocity of a defensive
rose garden. They strive 
for the kill, dilated pupils
take on the shape of
fully waxed moons, the color 
of pitch; an eclipse of
bloodlust. Eagerly, but 
methodically the blanched
aggressors approach the
rosy mouse and with
muscles tensed, as taut as 
moorings, they leap.
Their lithe, slim, dextrous
bodies fly through the
air. In a blizzard of ferocity
the rodent is struck down
and the ivory whirlwind
abates back into a pile
of freshly driven snow. 

1/12/23 for “Metrical Tale” 
Sponsored by Hilo Poet

Cat

I walked up his creaking steps
To the world’s most cluttered front porch
Kicking aside a chair, I knock
I hear some scrambling from inside
The door whips open. My friend smiles.
“Welcome to my humble abode,
You really made it just in time.”
I walk in and take off my shoes
He points to the cat, crouched, quiet
“You really made it just in time.”
Like a crossbow bolt, the cat darts
But the moth flies up and away
The cat let out a sad yowl
Looking defeated, slinks away.
“I really made it just in time.”

Drowning Horse

A neighing through wind-swirled waves.
Frozen hooves branch,
a neck cranked tight in a crossbow of fear,
a horse being swept away!

No! I miss-saw...
just a chunk of tree in the white running water,
A momentary delusion,
yet alarm took flight,
became a moth gone crazy
on the light of my skin.

Not a drowning horse -
not what I perceived there
in a quick moment of terror.

Yet for an instant,
my mind threw a saddle
over what was never there.

Something Beautiful

Show me something beautiful;
Silent snow as it lies in deep forest,
Silent stars aglow in midnight sky,
Silent forever the banjo after you die,
Silent strike of life's crossbow.


For: Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
November 1, 2021

Pauly's Bank Deposits

Pauly’s Bank Deposits

Pauly’s passkey
Pickup hiccups
Passbook Facebook
Payload payroll
Honey money
Crossbow bankroll

5/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©

Cupid, Don'T Be Stupid

His Aim
      A Shame

      Narrow
      Arrows

      Find Hips
      Miss Lips

      Forego
      Crossbow

      Next Year
      Try Spears

Cuspids Gun

If Cupid has an arrow let him put it's down and reach for a gun to slay me like prey let him have an iron fist to put me on a list of those who come to past relevance instead of wings let him have daggers for my deep wounds a crossbow tipped by venom for my deep wounds have no cure let it be poison that consumes my body

Smitten With You

Have I ever told you?
I was smitten with you then 
when we first met.
A quiver ran down my body
by your single look.
Your fine archery
couldn't have missed the shot
as your crossbow-eyes 
aimed at me
and your piercing sight 
like an arrow wounded my heart
with venom of your lethal love.

I couldn't have survived
your fatal attack
if you didn't aid me
with your skilful nursing
infused with adoration.
You almost healed me
with your romantic treatment
and medicines made of love
but residue of that venom
still runs through my veins
in my blood and fills my heart
with unruly passion for you.

I was too ignorant 
to know then but I know now
that I am captivated by you
and your tricks forever.
You know how to make me
suffer for your love.
You are the one to make me ill
and you are the one to cure me.
Darling, you are my malady
and you are my only remedy.
I am still smitten with you
and will be forever.


Date: 11/12/2017

The Merchant Beguile

the merchant beguile
sat not sanded, miracle mile
what went where whence
was their way, around the fence
in American fen
gators and crossbow
sickened accosted
absolutely aware
awed without care
float and flutter
your way through this life
see me clear
back to my wife

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