Stag Poems - Poems about Stag

She holds a bright flame to see through the dark for she's fearful of far incoming storm clouds Red Stag on the hill watching closely in height majestic proud stance she's not fearful at sight her long skirt touches leaves as she crosses the *sruth and her flames light her face as her hair flowing loose and she picks up her steps as she hears foxes cry and she...

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Stands at the summit Statuesque, pays me no heed He is above me ...

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Male stag beetles fight, fight, fight Winning their mates into the night Pinching each other with bravado big Beating enemies with pinchers that dig...

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heroic white stag Keeper of winter light Protector of frost and ice He parades into my mind Bringing peace doves Showing what innocence can do The newness of January Refreshing me Giving me my own antlers Allowing me my oneness of self...

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I see it now, a Highland stag Magnificent! I felt no love for it, it also was free of such bonds. Yet animal to animal we shared the same shadowed soul. It moves away, disappearing behind a ridge, strange, but now that it is gone, I miss it as if I loved it. So it is with those who have appeared and disappeared over the strung-out years. Many...

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Sitting upside down in the car On its roof and well concealed By the hedge it just leapt to Land upside down in this field The lesson being learned When going round a bend Trying to pick up a ciggie Can cause unfortunate end It seemed all quite peaceful In an ending somehow right To what had been a memorable And very worthy Stag...

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intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived...

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I bargained with God please don't send me back, unless I can have green eyes like my cat.. I also requested brown stripes on my back. Earth tones blend in, a well-known fact. My final petition was to have four legs. It's much more efficient when chasing stags. If I must return for one final tour. Don't make me a human. I won't...

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He ventured from the wooded square acred forest that remained in search of food and a companion or two, there was neither; down along the rows of $600, 000 homes, 5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child fenced in against the surrounding world, traveling along, alone on a desolate macadam paved...

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wind chills dip harsh freeze branches snapping under snow~ stag stands frozen still 12/29/2022 Ice, Snow Or Frost Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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Roaming eyes and heavy brows The lowly hunter lies in wait Palms are sweaty as temperature rises Big red stag he anticipates Lying and waiting, just anticipating 'Big Game' is the goal My, my, such a foreigner to spirit and soul Deciduous trees over beautiful terrain The peace and calm of a Georgia December Still lying and waiting, just anticipating For a prize, a game,...

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Drew the short straw, I always do. Got the 2am stag, out there in the cold Freezing my rocks, cold through my socks, Dare I have a ***, no one will see, Just about to flick me Zippo, A voice reaches out to me. That *** will cost you dear, You'll never know when I am near. Looking all around, not a soul...

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Dare challenge me? Then be my guest … The stags enter into a jousting quest, No time now for antlers to rest, The challenger locks his horny crest, With focused stare and forceful zest, A testosterone and power fest, Nature at its Darwinian best. Into the gene-pool He wished to invest, Can he suceed, Survive this test?...

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Magical stag appears on October 22nd every nineteenth year. The forest comes glistening to life when he doth appear. The faeries sing their tribute to this keeper of the woods. He is ethereal and magic, and he brings the fey such goods! With the stag comes starlight, sent by pinkish angels bright. From heaven they feature him, giving him a...

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You stand like a king, Your crown of twisting horns, Rising from your robes of peeling bark, Spirit of tree, Your presence all around, You are of this forest, This place, This Eden where our soul Was lost, We left, and now we long to come back, And so, We dig, we dig until our hands bleed, We dig to find what we had, To find again, What was...

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