Horned Poems - Poems about Horned

I want to be a horned toad Puffing myself up to enormous fluffiness terrifying my enemies eating ant sandwiches as they run from me squirting blood out of my eyes confusing them even further...

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a big horned sheep’s horns have a curl. fat and thick, curved up in a unique swirl. It makes them look wise if you ask me. If they could speak, then you would all see. Wiser than owls or dolphins or tigers maybe. They are born looking smart even as a baby. a big horned sheep’s horns have such a gorgeous...

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It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their bullocks from...

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Somewhere in the bowels of purgatory lives a horned me-devil drinking tea Most know he is too evil to comprehend, others run into him, including me. We knew not to look into his dastardly devilish dank deadened eyes. If we face him as an equal, our souls would never have opportunity to rise. He swishes around edges of purgatory,...

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great horned owl with headlight eyes like yellow moons they are a huge surprise you are a male of few words, we hear you swoop you leave others behind as you glide and loop there is fear in the woodlands when you appear your presence is felt, some creatures shed a tear knowing their loved ones might be in trouble now you...

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frosty howling gale hail stones roll off horned scutes lightning strikes the heart...

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Beautiful, vicious Stares me down with amber eyes Tiger-like bold eyes...

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I glide through the night on silent wings Watching, waiting, for moving things To swoop and grab and eat my fill Before the sun rises over the hill Nesting in branches high in the air I watch as you approach and stare “who?” says you, “who” says me As I take off almost silently To find a bit more private trap Where I can...

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The Great Horned Owl sits on his branch Surveys the land around Searching for some prey to eat He knows they do abound His head turns near full circle His stomach needs to fill Has to see a movement Misses any that stay still A Hare looks out but does not see The threat up in the tree Leaves the shelter of the bush Was a...

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I strutted a bit on my branch as I surveyed the others They were commoners mostly songbirds, and two of my brothers. Is that a great horn? A beautiful red cardinal asked in a trill. I knew my stance was giving her and her friends quite a thrill. My brothers began showing off, doing tricks, flying around. They almost...

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The short-horned grasshoppers are here. Not a great morn to walk with the deer. They came in a form A gigantic swarm. Taunting, laughing, ready to jeer....

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I OPENED A DOOR SAW A DRAGON FLY BY. SO BIG AND SO CLOSE IT BLOCKED OUT THE SKY. EACH FLAP OF IT'S WINGS CREATED A BREEZE. A MAGNIFICENT CREATURE THAT SOARED WITH SUCH EASE. FROM OUT OF NOWHERE A SECOND APPEARED. BLOCKED OUT THE SUN AS IT STARTED TO NEAR. THEY CIRCLED THE CANYON, WITH A TARGET IN SIGHT, YET CONTINUED TO CIRCLE FROM DAY INTO NIGHT. I WASN'T SURE...

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I saw a beautiful great horned owl today while out on my nature walk He was sitting proudly while snapping his bill and deeply hooting at me And watching me so intensely from his predatory eyes with piercing gawks I was delighted until I saw bloody skeletal remains under his tree 3/24/19...

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The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts. I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield I’ve never seen the kind angels and I have built the ship...

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There's so much I want to speak My angers coming to a peak Knowing how damaged we've become I hope there's a way back from All of the deterioration Hatreds causing on this nation Smiles are turning to frowns Because insensitive clowns Are wreaking havoc on our souls Becoming way out of control As these devilish mean creatures Start to show their deadly features Horns are growing...

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