Hunt Poems - Poems about Hunt

The prancing Animal Through the Woods it Went, That house Full of Wool, That was Truly — a Tent. “Has the Hole been Dug?” How had It Gone? Hunting the animalistic Bug, How saddening, Ron. Antelope, insect, Appealing or Not, A many will not be too checked — As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots. Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite, Not again For...

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The hunting of Boojumous Snark, It ain't but no kind of a lark. It's best to wear lead, From toes to the head, And aim 'twixt the eyes with a quark. ...

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easter egg hunt for busy little bunnies childhood memories AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 17, 2025...

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Written: April 4th 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand **************** April arises with a gentle promise crocuses awaken from their winter dormancy — while vibrant purples adorn the dawn nestled amidst luscious emerald she sparingly scatters her silk-like haze shades meld mellifluously across the valley a vibrant...

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It was a strong opponent, it fought against us very well. Many of us were slaughtered before it finally went down. Again and again it tried to run, but we chased it down each time. We will never give up the hunt. We will always persevere. But this one had surprised us; it flashed its hardened steel. It cut down many of the pack and deflected...

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Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness Capture this person whose mere sight you adore Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor Don't be scared, Don't you worry This is how love is meant...

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polar bears hunt too much swimming not enough ice ...

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Dear Sam, hello it’s me, don’t fret old friend whom I have never met. I wrote a letter time forgot, you may ask why, I ask why not? A sad meditation of late on our nation’s new police state - its central thesis at its core is blame the pimp and shame the whore! It lay unopen and unread cos my carrier pigeon fled. A...

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Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see, How touched I was on finding this letter to me, Found by mistake, after so many years, I collapsed into buckets of tears, A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be. POST-SCRIPT: As the writing is faint in the scan above I have typed it out for ease of legibility. Abu...

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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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Straying away from the straight path in search of sumptuous grass, Me and my friends meander to the mountain top on a crisp clear sunny day, The cottony white clouds mirror our soft tufts of wool, The sea is calm today, unlike us, who are restless; Raff rests his weary head on Walter, Sophie and Sara lay down side...

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Their feathered shields like steel, shimmer in sunlight. ...

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Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and driven away her long nights’ frosts. Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft, the songbirds sing your praises together! Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather. We have good...

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Arooooooo this lonely wolf Arooooooo this lonely wolf out on the hunt the night is dark what to find what to find tonight the drunks stagger that will not satisfy the taste is gamey though they put up little fight I seek a battle to last all night Arooooo will it be you tonight! Arooooo this lonely wolf Arooooo this lonely wolf Should I accept the truth the perfect company for a romp is rare they...

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Paint with all mud With eyes fiercing Hunt for a kill....

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