Sasquatch Poems | Examples

Bigfoot Yeti Sasquatch Yowie poem

The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.

Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end 
In its own time!

Looking for Sasquatch

at the edge of Boreal Forest sits a cabin we built ourselves in 1986
the deck became enormous because my man always gets carried away
Big John does everything in excess, going overboard on every project
We relax here a few times a year in the summer, enjoying the lake
Some say they have seen Sasquatch but we never have
I looked for Nessie for a while, but discovered she is in the Great Lakes

Bigfoot

woodland wild conceals the sasquatch
wire-fur man, to hunters, a scarce watch
runaround trails remains the sassy catch
if only, if only... but bigfoot strides quick
wondering if found, we could ask what?

Spotting a Sasquatch

It is a Sasquatch said a child who has seen several I know.
It was hairy and tall, lumbering along in the deep snow.
Moving faster than most of us who are wearing snowshoes.
Is there ever a pair? Do we ever see them in two’s?

It’s an ape, probably has run off from the zoo, I bet.
Said my far-sighted neighbor, Mrs. Tootles McRett.
We did not know what it was but did not run after it either.
We are smarter than that said my cousin, Lordy McTeter.

Abominable Snowman Aka Bigfoot Yeti Sasquatch

The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.

Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end 
In its own time!

Sasquatch

I'm convinced I saw a ghastly creature in the mist
While I was driving along a bleak country road,
A Sasquatch several yards ahead shaking its fist
Cloaked in the gray fog, as frightened I slowed.

While I was driving along a bleak country road
The creature crashed through the underbrush
Cloaked in the gray fog, as frightened I slowed,
The unsightly apparition gave me quite a rush.

The creature crashed through the underbrush
Leaving behind a stench, the malodor of death
The unsightly apparition gave me quite a rush
For a moment I could scarcely catch my breath.

Leaving behind a stench, the malodor of death,
Big Foot blended into the distant undergrowth
For a moment I could scarcely catch my breath,
Quickly I surmised our presence scared us both.

Big Foot blended into the distant undergrowth
A Sasquatch several yards ahead shaking its fist,
Quickly I surmised our presence scared us both
I'm convinced I saw a ghastly creature in the mist.

Written October 25, 2022

What Was That

what had he glimpsed? A hairy black gorilla?
He was mesmerized as he stared into the forest.
It had moved as gracefully as a ballerina, but with longer strides.
What is it? His hunting partner asked.
He shook his head. I don’t know, he lied, knowing it was a Yeti.

Squashing Sasquatch

Squashing Sasquatch sounds squeamish said Silly Sally... 
When Shelley Sheen said she'd seen Sasquatch squashed 


Tongue Twister Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Joe Sandler 
12/27/2020

Sasquatch

I believe that the Sasquatch is valid.
He is huge though he eats only salad.
He’s so large, I admit,
that a limerick won’t fit
this big fella — I owe him a ballad.

Sasquatch

He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.

He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.

A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?

Sasquatch

I wish that I was a Yeti 
Bigfoot, Snow Ape at best 
So that I can finally show my face 
And put this myth to rest 

5-2-2018 
I wish that I was a... contest 
Sponsored by Viv Wigley

Coffee With Sasquatch

An old friend stopped by this misty morn,
Filled his cup with warming Joe,
It’s good to be in his company,
He is the finest of my friends I know.

He appeared out of the morning twilight,
Quiet with bright clear eyes,
My cup disappeared in his massive hand,
Over which his hair lies.

We connect without the use of words,
I want nothing of him, nor he of me,
Just an understanding between friends,
Not many he lets see.

Hot brew with a coffee cake,
One lump for me, he likes two,
He brings blueberries,
To add spice to our brew.

Not a creature or a man,
Just taking time to share,
A quiet moment between friends,
Not seeing my skin or his hair.

Gone faded back into the dark,
Was he even here?
Proof is his empty cup,
And I sense him near.

Mrs- Sasquatch

A.K.A.

Hairy
Mary













11-21-17
 
Inspired by the stand alone footle contest

Sasquatch

creatures of the shadows of the dawn and the dusk 
older than iron and clay ..blood and rust 

the secrets of darkness surviving on the thoughts of others

unstitched by imagination when eyelids are uncovered 

legends told through history and the ages of time 

the lore of folklore in the subconscious mind 

the strength of a god like lightening to a tree 

the unarmed lumberjack bringing the forest to its knees 

the true king of the jungle bipedal in stride 
the forest a hay stack with a needle to hide 

the magicians of flora and fauna cast spells of disbelief

sillohettes fragmented images behind the shadows of leaf 

no shaman nor outcast can ever compete 
with the masters of the forest and all of their feats 

the legends remain shrouded in mystery 
the monster untamed throughout all of history 

many a men have tried on their tracks
many a men have never come back

Sleepy Sasquatch

Sasquatch; please don't follow me.
Turn away; and go.
Take your shaggy hair away.
You frighten me:  you know.

Please don't growl about me,
stalking me so far.
Try to keep your distance.
I have no wish to spar.

Where have you come from?
Far; from in the bush?
Hiding from us humans:
eating swamp-like mush.

What has brought you out here
circling me from far?
Have I ticked you off,
or where your nestings are?

Here I come to shoot you.
I'll fill you full of lead.
And if it means I kill you
you'll be the proof as dead.

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
I didn't mean to shoot.
I'm sorry that I shot you
and filled you full of soot.

Only now; we know you're real.
Your body final proof.
And when they stuff and mount you
we'll growl at you and woof!

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
Why won't you speak as proof?
Don't make us tease and taunt you.
It's not the same to spoof.

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