Doe Poems - Poems about Doe

Brown Eyes

Reminiscent of a doe
with a hue as rich as earth,
your gaze takes me home
to a cedar-filled hearth.

Welcoming like hot chocolate
and as vibrant as autumn's leaves,
your stare carries the life
that Mother Nature herself weaves.

Neutral, yet expressive—
as versatile as leather, but still so alive—
your eyes are the gemstones
favored by the sun and I alike.

forever Jane Doe

skull in the forest
her body yet to be found
accident or what

no one comes forward
lone skull left all by itself
detectives come out

dna testing
jane doe remains a jane doe
body still hidden

John Doe

The chase after door was ajar.
From window to window, that far.
The buzz in my ear,
The fly needs to fear.
The whiz of my swatter on par.

“I’m hit,” says the fly, out of steam.
Is it truly dead or a scheme?
Over and over…
its eyes ice over.
I suck up the fly with air stream.

Dear Dad, you’ll be happy to

Doe In My Yard

Doe In My Yard

I glimpsed out my bedroom window looking for nature's signs giving me clues about what today will bring.

A lone doe was nibbling on the southern lawn grass. She slowly raised her head, vulnerably held still for about 10 seconds, and resumed nibbling the grass. 

Her movement was graceful and relaxed. She stood

Apropos of John H Doe

        Apropos of John H. Doe
          A name we all know
   
        Just like Uncle Sam
         ~ He too’s on the lam

Sir Thomas Wyatt Translations 1

SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1

Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt")
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;
but as for me, alas!, I may no more.
This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore
I'm one of those who falters, at the rear.
Yet friend, how can I draw

autumn

autumn in the hallway
lurking like a ghost
the animal inside me
strikes its battle pose
shaking when i’m waking
eyes lost like a doe
listen for my heartbeat
find it in the snow
dying in the corner
covered in the frost
made it through last winter
what will this one cost
lion heart, i called you
you said i’m the lamb
when you see my weakness
is that all

The Hunter and the Doe

Her story is hidden in every third word.

Our hunter sought deer. He tracked silently while he bounded over brooks, away, into woods, zigzagging amongst trees, through undergrowth, while the doe jumped dense thickets ahead.  Forest birds screeched and took flight, evading chance of danger.  It was her he tracked. Instinct and guile kept

The Hunter and the Doe

It is a tale known throughout the ages 
Of how a hunter ventured into the woods 
In search of a doe. 
And not just any doe,  
But rather the most beautiful,  
Wild, 
And graceful of them all. 
A doe that strutted across the evergreen 
on slender legs that held her frame  
as

The Sonnet of Jane Doe

The Sonnet of Jane Doe

Jane Doe, number one four two. 
What is your name, what did you do? 
Were you a sister a banker or whore? 
We want to know what you did before. 

Were you a daughter, mother, or aunt? 
Without your name we just can’t, 
find your family, parents, or home, 
and you

The Path of a Doe

The path of a doe crossed that of a fawn
    who nuzzled up to her ere break of dawn

  They lay down together, limbs wrapped 'bout each other
    No one would guess they were not babe and mother 

  Sun's golden rays soon broke through the trees

Jane Doe

VERSE 1:
Hey Jane Doe, native of the Phyle;
You've charmed me by your high heel.
I'm your John Doe of Treasure Isle;
Wearing sherryvallies and argyll. 
I'm easily offering you a pretty dial, 
'cause it so clear you not hostile.

Chorus:
Come chill with me awhile, 
And we will grace ourselves without revile.
I love the way you smile,
And to me

Jane Doe

The soft kiss of spring long past first brushed her face.
Since; ravages of winters by the score had left their trace
upon this bedraggled body to which no one laid a claim.

All hint of where or who she was, erased when found
laid gently by the church upon the hallowed ground
in desperate hope that some god her

Leaving Oace

Welcome to the World of Retirement!
There are no more Monday blues.
You wake up late wondering... what to do?
No student data, 
No coworkers to avoid, 
No care about ADA 
or if you should even shave today!

You could read a book for pleasure now and 
not because you have to teach.
Make room for yourself and get some

Didactyl Doe Dactyl

A double dact doe dance:
Six deer in a row prance
Merrily, playfully
Dancing so sweet!

Ungulates ruminate
Chewing the cud is great
And most amazingly,
Didactyl feet!

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ok, ok, i'm getting carried away with these - almost a tongue twister, but fun, and what I saw on my walk with Missy this morning!

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