Short Woodsman Poems

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


Premium Member Seduction

Flowers ask not the woodsman
For the address of the butterfly
Radiating love in pulsating elan
It’s magnetism seduces the sky

31-July-2020
Form: Rhyme


Woodsman Jacks

there was a woodsman called jacks
who swung the worlds sharpest axe
one or two chops thats all
giant fir trees would fall
that's the fun fallen fir facts
Form: Limerick

Premium Member So Willingly Woodsman Sat Down

there was a woodsman that lived in rosewood
approached a nymph sleeping in underwood
a gambler loved by the bards
sat down with a deck of cards
with sleight of hands lost his axe, boots and hood

4/11/2018
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

A Bold Cut

A BOLD CUT

As every competent woodsman knows
Better timber where the best tree grows
Cut down elsewhere, and it really shows
Disappointment and even sadness flows
Every gnarled tree still counts, I suppose
Form: ABC

Premium Member The Woodsman-Edited To Fit The 50 Word Requirement

Saw it coming  

Started running  

Through woods  

As fast as I could  

Beautiful mirage arrived  

Not going to die  

Equipped with answers  

From club dancers  

"Do not fear  

I have a long neck beer"  

I watched her work  

Popped the bubbly cork  

After expressing wedding vows  

Complementing our moonlight howls
Form: Rhyme


Jack Bio Poem

Jack 
Mind like  a steel trap, woodsman, skiier, lover of books
Brother of Vic
Lover of wild storms, dawn swims  and justice
Who feels sadness at disappearing natural beauty and beloved parents now deceased
Who fears computerized worlds, families crumbling and indifferent neighbors
Who would like to see museums that delight children, more blue birds and flourishing gardens
Resident of Minnesota piney woods
Anderson
Form: Bio

Lumbered

Early in a damp woodsman's camp seeing sawyers from a logging town to stop the conversation bogging down as asked my age among other things I replied, 'Cut off my head and count the rings,' then had to be quick-witted and fast-footed made a bee-line through the trees so as not to lose my noggin when a burly lumberjack grabbed his axe I ducked and dodged his mighty swing which (in a nonce) saved my bacon (and my bonce) and them's the actual facts
Form: Rhyme

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