Short Bigfoot Poems
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the hunt for bigfoot
is never a hoot
for some do believe
just like Jim and Steve
some day they'll have their
before it all goes poof
Yeren for a long winter
when the abdominable
snowman just sasquatch
of his feet yeti
chowed down another
bigfoot long hotdog
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
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!
Eyes............predator
Shotgun
Horny
Penalty box.....fuzzy handcuffs......locks
Risky.......stop
Hunter.......Balls
Bigfoot lense
Dog........wolf
Hiding......waiting
Short skirt.......cold
Form:
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-
Big-Foot is a Leg-Eend
In its own time!
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?
Wilderness harbors many secrets;
Cryptids among the others there;
Big Foot’s seen there by many.
It could be half human;
Some want to kill and
Study Big Foot.
What if it’s
One of
Us?
To all Bigfoot hunter enthusiasts,
who want to kill a bigfoot and prove that they really do exist.
If DNA tests prove this creature to be of the *****genus,
then under law you have just committed murder genius,
and under law I will see to it that you suffer the consequences.
As I Was Walking In The Snow
I went for a walk in the snow
Some footprints I saw in a row
Gigantic they were
Before I could stir
A Bigfoot eyed me from below!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: As I Was Walking In The Snow
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Judged: 03/02/2018
Haughty
naughty
dirty
Murty,
small nose,
fat toes.
Girl lip
did whip
put down
cause frown.
Thought smart
dart dirt
insert
to hurt
bigfoot
hard put.
Frogmouth
big drouth
cake soap
for dope.
3/1/2018
Poetry Contest:PUT YOUR FOOTLE OUT YOUR MOUTH
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Bigfoot had a bubbling baby brother—
They labeled him "lively little foot!"
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/25/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
When Bigfoot met the Yeti,
Noone knew about this...
Nor that they were boy and girl,
And shared a fluffy kiss.
There was no hatred or arguing,
Or growling to be witnessed,
Just two friends falling in love,
Having a forest-side picnic.
So the next witchhunt you go on,
With torches and pitchfork...
Know that what you may find,
May not be so dark.
15-September-2021
(This is a fictional poem)
My feet are so big that I have to wear clown shoes.
People keep pointing and laughing, what am I going to do?
Some people think that I'm Bigfoot when they see my footprints.
They shoot first and ask questions later, it's very intense.
One man shot me in the ___ and I can still feel the heat.
I wish somebody would help me by cutting off my damn feet.
Form:
The winter is so long
Cave is so dark
So cold
The howl is so load
Scratching on walls
So hard
What if he had a good heart?
And good hands
To hold him close
Bigfoot cry is so alone
and so cry
In every cave
So dark
So cold
Cry of beast
Every where
Cry of alone
As u cry
As I cry
Diminishing good
That loneliness
Is what creating that beast
Who cries
In u and in me
So keep me warm
Keep me close
in crawling of time
don't lose me
in crowd
I am misunderstood
prey to the human hand
I am as scared as you are
as I look up and see the upside down abyss
I call the night sky
I hope that one day I walk through the stargate
passing an angel who sings a hymn
in preparation for my arrival
men with guns come and go
an ellipsis that never stops
the fur on my face is wet
dripping with the salt of my tears
I go back into hiding
waiting for the traps and tribulations of tomorrow
I saw Bigfoot in the wood,
Just a shadow where he stood,
A giant standing in the dark,
Vanished without leaving a mark.
Howling, knocking, crashing thru trees,
A shiver up my spine and a knock in my knees,
People say I am as crazy as you can get,
What I saw I'll never forget.
If you find yourself alone in the trees,
Smelling some flowers and enjoying the breeze,
You may sense that you're not alone,
But right in the middle of Bigfoot's home.
Momo blended in well with the trees
moved fast considering he was walking in brush
we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River
It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly.
Tried to tell people.
They thought we had been smoking pot.
I have never smoked pot
But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real
He appeared taller than other men,
his coverings were made of leaves
he blended in with the trees
we think we found his camp
it was a horrible smelling place
Bigfoot and I
I yearn for your touch,
I live for your kiss,
And yet our occurrence is short lived.
Snow keeps me from you,
Mountains keep me from you,
Swamps keep me from you,
So much so, I can only dream of us meeting.
Yet I know one day we'll meet again.
Where the sky touches land,
Where snow turns to grass,
And it is here when I am myself.
Your gaze stops blood.
Your screech makes skin crawl,
Yet I can’t gaze upon you,
But I’ll wait forever to see you.