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Short Elks Poems

Short Elks Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Elks by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Elks by length and keyword.


Elks Are Thirsty
Elks are coming from the forest inside my home. They are thirsty (in my dream)
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© Ggg Bbb  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: elks, animal, anxiety, dream, future, home, humorous, i
Form: Verse



Premium Member Drag Queen Theatrics
A drag queen caused quite a disruption
with her latest drag show production.
While she sang with aplomb,
the full show was a bomb.
That's why she's called Eva Destruction.

At the Elks Club, the men blow a gasket
when they see the act for the Grand Banquet.
Her singing is so fine
and her dance is divine.
She's a drag queen: Helena Handbasket....

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© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: elks, humor,
Form: Limerick
Stop Look and Wonder:Wonder Look and Stop
yellow canary speaks
her's is the only clear truth
we humans can learn

welsh corgi plays
his is the main contentment
we humans can learn

two elks warm
their's are the source of survival
we humans can learn

black cat cuts back flips
there lies the truest humor
we humans can learn

twins open their eyes
God's Rays of Inspiration
we humans must learn...

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© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: elks, animal, love,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Untroubled Heaven - Above the Sea of Fog
A man in a black suit, and cane drawn
wandering above the sea of fog 
wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bog

Untroubled Heaven in his eyes for the moment
fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn

where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves
black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn
a habitat full of wildlife species that are born

1/5/2019...

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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: elks, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Standing Stones
They grow out of our minds.
They excavate the past
with the jaw bones of concussed elks,
time is not in them,
it is only we who shimmer then disappear.

Wind and a cold moonlight
carves them still.
They are the blunt teeth
of an endless angry sky.

The undead
deadness of their weight
anchors the soil
keeps it from flying away.

If we let them they will ask of us,
lead us to recall the dust
in our green bones....

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Categories: elks, poetry,
Form: Free verse




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