Doe Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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! ---------- 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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. for public domain (song) She left without a whine. She could not say goodbye. She never had a word to speak. She could not tell a lie. And so I saw her go, where to I'll never know. We sat in silence, she and I, under the falling snow. She closed her eyes to die, not a whimper, not a sigh. I said a soft prayer...

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An autumn hunters greatest fear A doe identifying as a bear John G. Lawless 10/6/2021...

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