Forager Poems - Poems about Forager

...I am the hawk, the falcon, the eagle circling the skies, swooping with the winds that roar through gold and carmine canyons. I soar to hunt, to pursue, to feed. Gliding on ageless current......Read the rest...

...I want to taste the new ruffled orange mushrooms Lilly Watt said. they are known as “chicken of the woods” on oak trees not dead. shaggy ink caps were jealous, as were bioluminescent blues. faerie......Read the rest...

...Imagine me the creature in broad daylight with green metallic crest as I flaunt a copper plumage wild and free whilst feathering my nest native of the Himalayan range I scale the sun drenched m......Read the rest...

...The moveable feast Free food for the forager Weeds for the foolish Nettles that sting you are nettles that can feed you Praise the forest fare Flowers to fauna mother nature’s larders fu......Read the rest...

...Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat! Fingers of left hand cried freedom, detached themselves and declared mutiny gesticulating thumb thing awful, than furiously haughtily prancing, skittering, zi......Read the rest...

...UTOPIA Land of endless time Dreams of infinite range Sweet, succulent, fine A city without age UTOPIA Shinning in expansive glory A lighthouse for weary souls, Rid of war’s flashing gory, ......Read the rest...

...Death is Not the Living’s Fear Is there life before the dying Or preparation for the end? Solitary gauntlet dash Predetermined dust and ash? Leveraged buyout of a soul Darkened light of fin......Read the rest...

...Idolized by pharaohs, monarchs and kings; Bird of the wetlands, marshes and swamps. Interesting forager with long bill and stilted long legs; Sacred icon of the dynasties of yore.......Read the rest...

...I am jumping on a trampoline doing a waltz of wrapping nothing and an explanation will come handy to explain the I do not care the christmas tree of like better the thanks giving not involving b......Read the rest...

...a flower I am not a contest I do not enter I am a free spirit to share the world of knowledge and a life for a moment the wrench of eyes dropping tears a nose to smell the wonder of bloom as th......Read the rest...

...The things we bury within our mind like a ravenous forager returning a find all the cracks between our multiple side along with the secrets we try to hide drowning in illusory shames false tide resp......Read the rest...

...A final song to sing Life is getting hard Not a thing you can do Day dreaming Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you One more song to sing Voice of an asylum forager Choice to become a cul......Read the rest...