Hunter Poems - Poems about Hunter

black panther two eyes in the night hunter on the loose posted on April 27, 2025...

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An owl does not need to see its prey He can hear a mouse six miles away He dives through the night air with talons down Nocturnal eater, the best hunter in town...

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Deep in the forest where various monster beast abode The hunter dares himself to enter the dangerous zone To hunt for games that is rich for gains Under the big Iroko tree lies the little animal Having a soft and fluffy coat designed with bright colors A bright orange and white color patterned with black stripes They call it a...

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A cat is in the yard While walking smells the ground He is searching for a mouse The cat is hungry His head is bent to the ground He is trying to catch a m pouse...

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The hunter laughed, his rifle bright, his boots like thunder in the night-- but deep within the twisted trees, something stirred among the leaves. Not a whisper, not a sound, just breath like smoke along the ground. A shadow moved--too fast, too wrong, its eyes like embers burning strong. "You took her life, now you will see--" "the price of blood belongs to me." The...

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She said I'm bored I think it's time I left She hopped in her car, headed west She left him waiting and wanting more At least she's pretty A shame she's a whore I can't say I blame her She has her own life to live It's the girls like her Who make it so hard to...

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Not a Hunter Every morning, the train that took him to work through a landscape harassed by Man he saw a deer watching the train as it did every morning  The deer's eyes reflected the morning sky making the landscape eerily beautiful He marked the spot, and on a Sunday, when the train was not running, driving to the spot to see if the...

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Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent Ogling exotic shores -...

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You made those quiet tears fall from my eyes, No one around me, sadness intervened, As the burgundy sun clung to the eaves Like ice.Through my heartache, I watched a burnt Horizon paste darkness against the stars. A shard of nightfall, a hunter moon, floated Far past the clouds. I dreamt of death, my eyes Yearned for light, in...

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In France, where a creek gently flows, A hunter ventures to a place he knows. With his wife ahead, beating the brush, She making the hidden pheasant flush. With muzzle raised, he's poised for flight, As she flushes a pheasant into the sky. He fires his twelve-gauge into the sky, Knocking the bird before it soars too high. Back at home, a fire...

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Slow sleek steps, Pounces on its paws, Snow-clad fur, Brushes off impatiently, Ears perk up, When squeals and squeaks are heard, Steady and slowly, Merges with the blanket beneath, Almost at ease, Confidently it please, Lowers into its position, Ready to strike, Pounces on its paws, Announces in its jaws, Mouse struck beneath its claws, Ounces in vigilant strides as it withdraws. By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024...

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There was a hunter, who lived for game. His mind was strong, but thoughts were lame. He met a deer, who changed his life. She stabbed his heart, with a hunting knife. The mighty hunter, became the prey. He lost his heart, in a game he played. He never thought, the day would come. For a mighty hunter, to be a bum. To those who hunt, and do the same. A deers feelings, are...

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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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At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue he’s been an ever present danger since birth always, she’s two steps back and one...

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