Huntress Poems - Poems about Huntress

Quiver

Warrior goddess
Diana 
the huntress
With quiver
on back
Arrows flying 
straight and true
Target
in her sight.




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Constance La France
28/09/2021

My Huntress

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

Shedang Huntress of the Forest

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

Skadi

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

Huntress, After Baudelaire

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

Sonnet 47 'My Wife, My Huntress, Rides the Holy Wind'

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

Shadow of the Huntress

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

Huntress of Forest Gems and Its Lush Greens

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

The Huntress

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.

The Huntress

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

Bow Huntress

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

The Huntress

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

Possessing a Huntress' Grit

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

The Huntress

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

The Huntress

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
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