Poems About: HUNTING

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The word-smith hunting
Pen weapon poised, spears a word
Mindful poem hunter read more »

good will hunting
hunting down answers
begins with knowing
asking right questions read more »

HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men? read more »

The arrow of time slowly creeps
The archer of inferno with raised brows,
Awaits - the mortal legion, armed for a combat. read more »

Dew wets the grass
I am the hunter
I walk a deadly path
I am hunting read more »

I rush through the trees
I hear them hunting me
from them i flee
Is this the end of me? read more »

Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather,
Ride, follow the fox if you can!
But, for pleasure and profit together,
Allow me the hunting of Man-- read more »

Hunting a person after the rain
Carries a joy to the skull.
Hurting is surprising like the snow,
A man in action enjoys his heart. read more »

Come flow the willow
come beckon the call.
The owl is hunting
no sound at all. read more »

We meet at last
You thought you were so cleaver
But you have must forgotten
That I'm cleaver just like you read more »

In savage packs they roam and terrify
Lording over housing estates and city centres
Gangs with knives and guns. read more »