Hunting Poems - Poems about Hunting

Where have all the bison gone shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one where have all the shooters gone done away by Indians more than some the red man revered the buffalo of God's abundance living proof to the white who sent them to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds a gold mine on the hoof the paleface ways in olden days long gone were somewhat less than...

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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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exotic continent of contradictions remote as remote can be where deserts and cities coexist where I can still go safari hunting with traditional tribes like the Maasai posted on April 28, 2025...

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The morning was dark and misty venturing out before the throng weaving between oak and elder the path I took was long I stumbled on a clearing and fell down upon my knees it was there I started digging through discarded wood and leaves burrowing through the top soil breaking deeper in the dirt my fingers and palms wore earth stains nails had worked to earn...

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

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body dysmorphia from... an overactive optic nerve speculation on the dating and self worth market get a phone book and stay inside homeless people exist we are not clean for we do not have civil rights the illness is in the occupation of the united states of america welcome to the civil war...

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My roommates and I always have something to say. We talk incessantly, like chirping birds. We’re all reading the same large print here, and It suggests that college is almost over. We’re bleeding time and there are dreams in need of scheming. It’s time to stack our chips with transactional relationships and hoard the things that matter most. I have to...

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Inspired by Episode 5, Season 1, of Killing Eve. The relationship developing between Sandra Oh's character, Eve, and the assassin, Jodie Comer's character, Villanelle, is fascinating. You're stalking me (And I'm hunting you) By Michelle Morris 01/10/2024 You're stalking me And I'm hunting you Around and around we go Fascinating times for two Killer on the loose Always leaving...

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Elmer Fudd went hunting for a big prized Turkey. A Big Gobbler he heard, Gobble near an Oak Tree.. He aimed his rifle, fired a shot! Missed, Fell back, landed on his butt! The Turkey saw, ran, and laughed uncontrollably! I wish everyone a festive Thanksgiving with family and friends. Stay safe out there, enjoy your tasty meals, and give thanks for this joyous...

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Oh Deer Look deer, a deal. Steering wheel swerved. My meal on wheels. Deer-ly Departed Hunter hunted. See there’s Freddy - stopped dead in tracks. Just Look Up Fool High beam dreamer. Should occur to him; heir on roof. Hibernation Hideout Bern let cub go. Small bear-throw safe in fro-zen sleep. ...

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My cat Anna She likes to slide Anna Banana Coming in wide Riding on the slimy peel Paws stained bright yellow Chasing after her next meal Furry white mouse fellow Stopping short, missing the turn Sliding past the bait Doesn't learn, feeling the burn Tasty treat will have to wait Mouse scurries out the gate Poor cat always late ...

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The red cat feels heat From her paws as she pounces On the grasshopper ...

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When the full moon rises, and the stars start to glow. Down to that old creek bank, is where I like to go. A few leaves still hanging, shaking in the breeze. Holding on for dear life to them persimmon trees. Out across the gully, other side of the bridge. Coon hounds hot on a trail, just over the next ridge. Surrounded by nature, I am filled...

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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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weird hum in the sea a floating human-less hump a humpbacked whale hungry and hunting hurrying to hurl krill hoary humpback heaves with happiness heads home to retain place as hermit of the High Seas...

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