Short Hunt Down Poems
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I See Some Said Las's Manners Died
Am afraid inappropriate words rhyme with stunt,
I prefer not to hunt down so I shunt to be blunt,
Walking death,
In each breath,
Or have to punt though sure am such a little runt.
Jim Horn
I am a bird of prey.
I will hunt down the timid
And devour them with my hooked beak.
I will find the weak
And rip them open with my talons.
I am the falcon.
I am the rabbit.
I will leave my own remains
For the scavengers
And fly home.
Caesar preferred to be quietly interred
But to Antony his friend he deferred --
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred
Spurred them on with the passion of his words
Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --
They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
I met a dog with big mouth
it closed its eyes and laughed
it was because I had beard
when it turned around
its curved horn was gone
the big mouth was sliced
a cat cut the horn, sliced mouth
“No more laughter, no smiling
every action must be cruel,
I must hunt down the cat
and bark at men in darkness”,
dog confessed.
In springtime the rabbits in our canyon
Produce with prolific abandon
Our dogs take up chase
To hunt down post haste
But never can catch up or bag one.
Written on 2/16/2015
Limerick
Curiosity is the spark
that ignites
as the match strikes;
Producing a blaze
that burns deep within the heart
of a man so wanting to unleash
the ardor which resides inside
that blue flammable beauty.
To vehemently hunt down truth,
soon cajoles and entices
even the tiniest flying moth;
Eventually leading it
to its wretched saccharine ending.
Through the halls- I drowse without sleep.
I hide behind curtains that are cheap.
Into the night, they call my name.
I am here, I feel fame.
This place is evil, and I feel haunted.
With the living, I am taunted.
Put me to sleep, spare me rest!
Please take me to be blessed!
If only I could hunt down some sheep.
I would give up my family for them to keep.
Fred's not a hunter
but Animus is a beast
he'd hunt down and kill
and mount on his wall
if he had a clear shot
while Animus is eating
something it has killed.
Animus lives in his heart
not in the jungle or city.
It has been snarling
for years at all the people
Fred says have bothered him.
Fred doesn’t know why
but he asks that you please
stop Animus if you can.
Donal Mahoney
The day after Christmas
Each year, without fail,
I hunt down my calendars
Since they're on sale.
I head to the bookstore
And search through the racks
For the wall-hanging ones
Then I look through the stacks
Of the page-a-day versions;
I purchase both kinds
And I won't leave until
I'm content with my finds.
Could I buy them before
And the sales disregard?
Well, the answer's "Of course!"
But old habits die hard.
A day at the bank,
I could never forget,
With the scowl-faced monsters all around.
Am I in the prehistoric Jurassic age? I thought.
They smell the greens so well,
their ear for the tinkles so clear.
Those radiating smiles,
reflecting their urge to hunt down their prey,
those who just walked down to them unaware.
Their transition from the meek to the prowl,
and from prowl to scowl.
A day in the bank I could not forget.
@Chitra Arun
"Not all Queens have a loving King"
Quote By Poet
My King has not been seen,
I am his loving Queen.
He fled from the scene,
I did a very quick clean.
The Joker has turned mean,
some say he has gone green.
They say don't blame the Joker he is only a teen,
it is tough to be nineteen.
My King~my King are you in the forest that is evergreen,
hurry before they hunt down with gasoline.
The Queen awakes with a scream,
oh my what a weird dream.
T- Terrorists'
A- Advance
L- Leaves
I- Impenetrable
B- Blackness, thus
A- Accelerating
N- Nihilism!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 2021
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*The Taliban are "intensifying the hunt-down" of individuals who worked with the Afghan government and its allied forces, conducting "targeted door-to-door visits" and arresting or threatening family members of "target individuals" unless they surrender, according to a confidential UN document.
Willow-like, I imagine,
In a safari hat, on top of the world.
A tendril escapes, a kite-string to the sky
That’s bigger here.
I can almost twirl that brown butter lock around my finger, but
I’ll reach up with my words instead,
So as not to ruin it.
I’ll make the world freeze in its frame for you,
And you can hunt down the laughers and the sleepers and the bird watchers
To indulge your lens.
Sleep, sleep with the stars, my sweet.
Wake tomorrow for a purpose
That’s bigger there.
I slept in a blanket tight
In a winter's dead of night
Next day i woke up for a jog
in the woods amidst the fog
mist was here
mist was there
mist was all around
i wore the jacket
and begun the racket
to hunt down the lure profound
in each breath i vomited haze
my torch was giving off a blaze
In the shivering cold
the naughty winds gave me a hold
of the christmas waiting to come
the more area i uncovered
the more area comes covered
still i continued to jog
amidst the foggy fog
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