Stalks Poems | Examples

A Deer Stalks

Night stampedes wind-horses.
I edgily negotiate the sharp corners
of swerving shadows.

The hind hoof of a doe
slaps the reflection of my startled face,
the Chevy twitches, plows on -
headlights rake the earth.

From a rear-view mirror
I see myself prone on the asphalt,
terrified limbs still stamping
over a shell-shocked mind.

The deer chased its bones,
disappearing into the sight unseen.

Night dropped its iron curtain.

Later,
I sleep dead-eyed
behind a spinning wheel.

Love Stalks Still

Tell me, did you once feel the love, or was it,
as it is now, a pallid shaft,
the phantom tip of a broken spear?

We gave it up, let the passions out,
scorched the earth with dry-eyed regrets.

Tell me
did you feel the love once,
perhaps even feel it now,
or is this just an old story
told to a deathbed?

There are stray feelings, that in time,
wrap themselves around
both sorrow and joy,
they come to us, as once loved pets,
they come as ghosts,
to stalk hearts on moonless nights
with long-shed tears.

Life Stalks Death

Moonless, the night pastes itself
onto an imaginary sky.

Cats crouch.
Under-bush nibblers in their bolt holes
whisker speak,
as trembling senses crawl
into a skin-tight stillness.

A cloud scatters
shredding threads of perception.

A lamp-lit moon glow
peers through a momentary window,
sees the swishing tail,
the twitching interim paused
in apprehension.

A tablue is caught
in the creeping stealth
of blood calling to blood.

Tracks will be hoar frosted over,
all will be well met
by the narrow boned dawn
where cawing crows may gather
for their pickings.

Fear Stalks

Fear stalks dwellers of illusion
Man’s afraid of blinking
Stagnation cause of confusion
Humanity sinking

Awareness self-aware
Side steps each ego snare
As love with love does pair

Heart balks
Fear stalks

03-May-2022
Quietus

Fear Stalks the Night

Making sense of it all…
our grandest myth

Wisdom born of age,
bleeding youth’s betrayal

Questions dry unvarnished,
cold naked in the night

Darker darks reface the cliff,
all edges sharper cut

Two images, clearer than before,
preying in deadly contrast

Wonder imprisoning the day
—fear stalking the night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Slumber Stalks Him

His head droops
listless mid-day
Waves of heat
Collar damp
shirt clings
Seconds drag
Minutes, eternities
Knees rain perspiration
Rivulets of sweat 
in between the lines
His pen, heavy
ink drains
eyelids heavy
slumber stalks him

Fear Stalks My Dreams

I'm lost in an unforgiving jungle!
The trail I'm following is sporadic and confusing
and as the undergrowth closes in, it's suffocating;
making it nearly impossible to breathe.
The high humidity leaves me drenched in sweat;
the heat is unbearable; my every muscle screams.
Panic is spreading!
Chills creep up my spine,
and I taste fear's bitter dregs on my tongue;
its pungent odor wafting from every pore.
Like a mantra, my mind keeps repeating a desperate prayer; 
"Please, God, save me."
The ground under my feet feels spongy,
and I hear the rustle of hidden terrors in the leaf debris.
Whatever possessed me to attempt this hike?
As darkness descends, the dense canopy has me entombed. 
My face is a scarlet mask of scratches, 
and acid tears burn my cheeks!
The pounding beat of my heart
is overpowering, and I collapse into a sobbing heap.
Fear stalks my dreams in an exhaustive sleep;
unsure if I'll ever awaken,
or even wish to.

Death Stalks

Walking stalking behind us
Not seen or making a fuss
You can’t see it as it goes
Even if your pace does slow

Even if you spin around so fast
You may catch a glimpse that doesn’t last
Can you feel their breath on your neck
Know until your day death will not take affect.

© Paul Warren Poetry

A Swift Phantom Stalks Me

Do the dancing  shadows of the swaying trees
make me grasp that all the shrilling fowls
have gone to rest and dusk will increase fears...
not until a stomping phantasmal image prowls!

A swift phantom stalks me,
I worry that it'll harm me;
if phantoms incessantly haunt
and infuse fear in the faintest
of heart...will his groans taunt?
I don't look back and rant!

Are other phantoms down the murky
path where owls stare and coo strangely; 
Even they are frightened and seem frail, 
and seeing me run they scatter over the trail;
I show goosebumps on the arms and face
as the unyielding ghost keeps a fast pace.
     
Has this happened to a nightwalker seeking loneliness   
who likes to stroll and reflect on the awesomeness
of such infinite universe for us to own tomorrow?
Has someone felt the urge to explore and not fear
a crawling sound, or the shabby wanderers that leer?
 
If I stop thinking of that swift phantom stalking me,
I lose the sense of imagination that nature isn't too safe...
instead it must thrill me and connect me to enchanted silence
and to God who promises His protection whenever I may be.

Fear Stalks the Night

Making sense of it all…
  our grandest myth

Wisdom born of age,
  bleeds from youth’s betrayal

Questions drying unvarnished,
  naked meanings

Darker darks reface the cliff,
  edges sharper cut

Two images, clearer than before,
  preying in deadly contrast
  
As wonder divides the day,
  —fear stalks the night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

An Old Hyena Stalks the Pack

Lurking in the darkest shadows,
she looks for one of us to hound,
trying to catch a little glimpse
as she staggers along and limps

Spittle and drool keeps dripping
from yellow teeth and snarling lips.
She whines and hunches her back
picking out one of us to attack.

Alone because she's made enemies
of those who once pitied her, but
she never let us howl our intentions
and blocked any effort of intervention.

With watchful eyes she tries to be sly
and has an ego that's rude and annoying.
She's always waiting for the chance
to trounce, then do her trophy dance.

She takes swipes and nips at our butts
when she thinks she has the upper hand,
but her whining doesn't matter to us.
Our pack calls her 'the ornery old cuss.' 

Let her coo and take those falsetto bows,
and let her think she's a ruling queen,
but we all know she's just a looney hyena
while we laugh at her haughty demeanor.

  ^. .^   
1/31/17
Poetry in an animal's view
contest by Jamie

Justice Stalks the Day

Just electrocute my body
Just electrocute your body
Justice knows that we are one body.

Because the universe stopped breathing,
My body is glowing, transmuting
glow'n dark 
towards a lost lowing, a low yellow spark
sucking in
Everything,
Everything tainted; indiscriminate fire,
I desire to be one and two but I shall cut
And make a sweater out of the Red 
Sea
part of me, we
silver mock-heroes gyrating
gilded on sunlight streams 
as our life
expels from our lungs, at last, zephyr
dealing sour spindles
inserted slowly into my laughing eye.

The Swaying Rice Stalks

The sequestered plots of green
the rice shoots sway in the wind
overcast sky remains strangely still
ominous signs of a heavy downpour
that may flood the crop field
washing away the green shoots
watery grave stretching to the horizon.

The rain falling off and on
bringing relief to the dry season
filling the rivers, ponds and lakes
the woolen winter, spring and summer
coming back again to soothe
the fray tempers and parched lands.

A flooded street keeps you indoors
chocking sewerage pipes and gutters
drinking water sources are full of germs
floating carcasses everywhere
rooftops waiting to go under
multi-storied buddings holding out 
a little more till they fall sideways
or front faced one on top of another.

Rains can raise the food stocks
the unceasing downpours trail 
flooding the countryside and littoral cities
synchronizing with hotter summers 
rising sea levels and melting iceberg

Noting new in this but there is no action.

Demon That Stalks the Addict

I see you there, lurking in the shadows of deceit.
You rear your ancient head to strike and oh your prey tastes sweet.

Demonic grin, the damage done, your poison pulses hot.
Hell bent on our destruction, your vengeance waning not.

Your venom goads in cycles, each day another round.
One to soar us way up high, then one to bring us down.

Down so hard, we're in a fog when time to go to work.
so just a little stimulant to get us going first.

Lured behind the wheel. "Come on, let's roll the dice".
Believing we're OK, tho we could take another's life.

Yes, I see you there lurking in the shadows of deceit;
vile demon with each sunrise, the addict must defeat.

Death Stalks

On steep slopes
Ice picks break
Crow swears

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