Huntress Poems - Poems about Huntress

Warrior goddess Diana the huntress With quiver on back Arrows flying straight and true Target in her sight. ''Q'' Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 28/09/2021...

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I watch you walk in a forest of green The land of love for a huntress, in your eyes there is a light I see a will to fight, flames lit by the wild Your love for another so strong Your eyes bright like a goddess of the green Would you fight for me my love? For us? for you. 2011...

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Shedang, huntress of the forest, it is said that her arrows are true. A protector of deer, squirrels, and other wildlife; her quiver will do. Is she an entity or someone created by the wildlife of the trees? I wonder as I walk through the forest, accompanied by a soft breeze. Is it true she can leap from branch...

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There once was a Norse goddess named Skadi A Winter Ruler in huntress’ body An expert at skiing Her enemies fleeing Ester Ledecka she did embody...

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Huntress by Michael R. Burch after Baudelaire Lynx-eyed, cat-like and cruel, you creep across a crevice dropping deep into a dark and doomed domain. Your claws are sheathed. You smile, insane. Rain falls upon your path, and pain pours down. Your paws are pierced. You pause and heed the oft-lamented laws which bid you not begin again till night returns. You wail like wind, the sighing of...

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My wife, my huntress, rides the Holy Wind, But still, daisies adorn her thick brown hair! Her muslin robes blow out, her hair's unpinned, Let dark thoughts try to chase her, if they dare! For she outrides them all, strews flowers like hopes And, with her hunting-dogs, argent, and gold, She frees all prisoners, breaks all hangmen's ropes A sure shot from...

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Ghost-striped by wild magic, night roams into the night with a mystique like the darkness of the moon’s shaded face. A jet silhouette with shadowed rosettes prowls ebon-air’s hue; liquid-liner-black strides in silent fluidity melts night into the night. Susan Ashley April 20, 2019 ~Fifth Place ~ Contest: April 2019 Premier 7, Max 5 Lines Sponsor: Brian Strand *A black panther is a...

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Huntress Of Forest Gems And Its Lush Greens Huntress of forest gems and its lush greens, That which rivals colors of peacock's preens, Oft hidden in cool pools, and deeper glens, Bold greens under blue skies eternal spins Treasures seen...

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Girded loins sway in restive need of sterile quarry, lithe star spangled limbs span the velvet heavens, silver huntress Diana unbends slender crescent arms, looses the gleaming arrow, unknowing, unerring, the missile flies to the mark, unflinching, the prey falters in fatal ecstasy, finite pleasure alloyed with infinite pain....

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Biding her time, stalking her prey; Knowing that far he can not stray The huntress has readied her bow And just waits for his heart to show She’s set a trap and, once again The hunted bites finding naught within But false hope and the fresh new pain Of another dart’s bright red stain Her aim is true, never missing mark A shot through...

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The places I go with my arrows and bow on glorious Autumn days. Barking squirrels and cawing crows pain staking miles that heal the soul In the light of day I stalk my prey anticipating any movement coming my way. Deeper into the forrest I go with only my primitive arrow and bow There are shadows cast of light on light which echo...

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She makes love like a hungry lioness I adore her shadow the way it arches performing upon the wall. Her black hair flows age and experience makes her hunt for a lover jungle fever in my bed. She desires a skilled man stalking through the tall grass growling along the way I wait for her scent. I would hunt and kill for her bringing her a fatted calf stuffed with...

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In nightshade she rages in fumes And drives me to the edge of unrest Inside coal eyes, my breath exhumed Granting her to stew, I feel pressed. Dark tresses of fire keeps burning A passion that ignites a whirl... This vixen’s scold reeks like a sting But truth of her words were sincere. Enticed, I drink the spiced...

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Diana goddess huntress your glowing love abides. You match my wish and bring in the tides. You reflect god light in your nurturing essence. Reminding me tonight of my infinite wholeness. Your hunt is for the god, the god that eternally shines upon you remembering your service is what remains True. You are the guide and the direction into our knowing of Source revelation. As I turn within as the huntress, I...

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She really knows herself... She really knows herself... She really knows herself Through and through... She really knows what it is... What it really, really is... What it really, really is What it is that she wants... She wants what's strong and true. She really, really knows... She really, really knows... What it is that she needs... She really knows what she needs... She really, really needs What...

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