Hunters Poems - Poems about Hunters

I am the swan with a broken wing — Not knowing where my old flock has gone. I drift now amidst embracing lilies, who Have long and dearly kept my pleas for close company… Thus, whenever hunters near, The lilies ask along with me, If Angels still come To wipe away Tears...

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You cannot exist unless you have a gun This is the Midwest You might want to kill a deer Or an enemy Or an enemy’s kin Or an annoying grouse Get your gun Let’s practice shooting We can shoot out windows Or doors Or people’s cars This is the Midwest, we will be forgiven Everyone has a gun We all wanted to be sheriffs back in the day No...

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You have been gone for a while Leaving a void of emptiness Difficult to fill and contend with All around me your presence looms large Your beautiful face lulls me to sleep nightly I see you every morning as I wake up Your sumptuous lips whisper into my ear Courageous words of determination To keep hunters...

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(A sad lone voice whispers) My old love Loved shaking her crow blacked hair As old daydreams tumbled around her Like autumn leaves in the air On any given day or night Dreams of divinity Of God and light Like the first thing you see when you close your eyes at night Temporal spaces filled with familiar faces Crooning like...

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I am persecuted with no compassion, here, there and everywhere, I have no home anymore. Wherever I go I'm a nuisance, I just try to find my way here, where all the beings belong to. You, humans are taken all my habitats, my everything from a breath. I am the bad when I take food for surviving, but you are a hero killing just for...

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The deep red Blended with the flowing stream A shallow pink memory ...

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dinner winner...

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The plunging osprey and the wading blue heron hunters of the sea...

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ducks southbound on central flyway hunters wait...

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Where do they come from? Where do they go? Why do they stay there? Like a statue on show. Some can be small Some can be big. Masterful weavers, Hunters and creepers. Some will move slowly Some will move fast. Eight legged creatures With peculiar features. They will all scurry When in a hurry. I'm always wary Coz spiders are scary. Invading my space With beds of white lace. High nervous...

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Buzzards are circling, hawks are screaming, in the backyard crows are tearing into a dead pigeon. Songbirds are not singing but watch silently from the hedgerow. This is a day for the predator's, a black cat slinks through the trees looking for a free-range lunch. As a lad I used to shoot small birds with a pellet gun, now I shiver in the noon...

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Kitty Cats inhabit the space between day, and night guarding the twilight from the unknown Dark. Seeking out nooks and crevices, they stalk, lurking at the peripheries of trees. Surrounded by numerous unseen creatures, their graceful frames greet the dimly-lit dawn. Avoiding the inevitable waning of the shadows, they retreat with green, prismed eyes narrowing, half-awake, half- asleep, to a corner of the...

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Autumn Light October knows the Matter of facts about the coming season The shorten days the lengthen nights the full moon lights Autumn in completion October knows the Path it tracks The Hunters Moon awaiting In silhouettes Of reds and browns The forest frowns Autumn is bating...

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brutal murderers seal pup is sacrificed a harsh world...

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HUNTERs PACE Let the horse throw ya why don’t ya yada yada yada yabba dabba doo remember though the stallion relies on your stamina and pride to land feet first on the saddle so saddle up for this wild ride life will toss you high don’t go low watch out b e l o w H E L L O you made it...

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