Short Hunting Poems
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Your counter is my hunting ground
But you get mad and pull me down.
Try leaving that baloney out again.
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
I've been out hunting souls.
I need to fill so many holes.
Sleep upon God's holy altar
I will promise to not falter.
wilbur went hunting for goose
winnie’s goosey got loose
wilbur shot it
winnie had fit
around wilbur’s neck a tight noose
Season's True
hunting
fall's forest
springs his summer
doldrums to fade winter
of spoils
connie pachecho
6/15/17
Haiku 2/21/2018
ice edges the river
white dots through twisted limbs
swans house hunting
John G. Lawless
©2/21/2018
Lizard mesmerizes prey
Insect wings are quite fast
Eyes swirling about bulge out
Dinner is but a tongue strike away
Let us pray
getting together is better
knowing each other is migthier
telling the truth while talking
i am but a simple soul-hunting lover..!
Form:
Tall
trees reach
to the sky-
and old dramas
die
An ekphrasis lanterne after
The Old Hunting Grounds by Worthington Whittredge
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Your backside is as hard as hell
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Come on out, I've rung your bell
Ducks dive upside down
Searching olive green shallows
For grubs escaping
Entered: 1/1/2021
Comp: Hi-Ku (5)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Deer stalking,
eyes watching,
spears stabbing,
deer screaming,
flames rising,
deer cooking,
people eating.
By Muminah
Men hunting,
hunters gathering,
animals dying,
spears killing,
skin drying,
men cheering,
family feasting.
By Nafeesa.
War
Devastation, pessimism
Scouting, hunting, killing
Country, hate, self, love
Meditating, praying, relaxing
Goodwill, optimism
Peace
an osprey swoops down
plunges talons into creek...
flies up with small fish
Date written: 03/31/2021
Let us huddle together
listening to the
hot breath of hunting wolves
not knowing it is we
who breathe so coarsely
so loud
so lost and feral
Elk
slowly walk
grazing off open paths
a distant bugling call
Hunter
hunkered down, still
open sight
9/20/2020
wild prairie wolves howl
crippled this hunting season
moon clouds gathering
The hunting of Boojumous Snark,
It ain't but no kind of a lark.
It's best to wear lead,
From toes to the head,
And aim 'twixt the eyes with a quark.
I'm a Hunter and love how do I capture your heart while watching from above
The law of life states~
11/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Autumn, squirrels around,
aground hunting,
storing, I presume.
Chill clouds, and just there,
a green magnolia leaf,
fallen before its time.
2004 Fall
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
november comes fall
leaves and rain cover dark grass
hunting season starts
For: A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku Poetry Contest
Date: 11-4-2019
“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.” — George R.R. Martin
crux of life & death
hunting possibilities
beyond the storm