Deer Poems - Poems about Deer

Hind the Red Deer Along the river bank on a sweltering day there she was, shining in radiant beauty lariviere quenched her thirst her timid smile, gentle touch personified kindness in tranquility the desire of many men over time for she was not one woman she was a piece of history re-incarnated many times over you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini who cared for...

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“The deer is a reminder that patience and persistence are key to success.” _by Unknown It's so wonderful this time...

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The hunter laughed, his rifle bright, his boots like thunder in the night-- but deep within the twisted trees, something stirred among the leaves. Not a whisper, not a sound, just breath like smoke along the ground. A shadow moved--too fast, too wrong, its eyes like embers burning strong. "You took her life, now you will see--" "the price of blood belongs to me." The...

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grace and gentleness deep connection to nature my deer spirit guide her tranquility navigates life’s challenges cultivates my peace...

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When I bring home a deer... to live in our living room, my roommate won't hear of it. Fear of what? I will ask. He has no horns. He eats only oats, but not yours only; I bought him some food. He's not even hairy. I'm not even sorry I brought him home. He'll sleep with me on the floor of the...

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The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not...

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Venus Casts a tiny shadow Upon the ghostly snow From its candle held by an extended hand Of a cloaked man Who trips through the stripped trees Follows the fresh trail of reindeer To our second-floor windowsills Then on to rooftops lined with owls Comet tails thrashing through the oval Stars The kids pretend to sleep To the faint smell of hay Their red stockings overflow with candy...

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SIR THOMAS WYATT TRANSLATIONS 1 Whoso List to Hunt ("Whoever Longs to Hunt") by Sir Thomas Wyatt loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer; but as for me, alas!, I may no more. This vain pursuit has left me so bone-sore I'm one of those who falters, at the rear. Yet friend, how can I draw...

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A hoarse cough in the thicket Frightening me. I did not realize It is the trait of my power animal. Now I do, so it will be as scary next time. I saw the beast’s white tail as she leapt the fence. cough from thicket white tail deer leaps the fence power animal...

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woods have a hoarse cough the flicker of deer tail lost above brambles...

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The dark woods felt threatening tonight Renee had no idea why but she felt fearful The farther she walked, the scarier things got The shadows seemed to have eyes; she felt watched. She turned, thinking maybe she should head back to the house. But it felt even creepier and more ominous in that direction. If she survived the night, she resolved...

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Welcome, Summer by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather and driven away her long nights’ frosts. Saint Valentine, in the heavens aloft, the songbirds sing your praises together! Now welcome, Summer, with your sun so soft, since you’ve banished Winter with her icy weather. We have good...

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deer take over fields gobbling up farmers scraps then fade into woods...

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walnut tree was now slightly blemished deer had done lots of damage getting his antlers off tree did not mind felt like a willing partner available every year he smiled as white tail flew into thicket...

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Backpack without a "space", enter without an "e" and sift without a "h" My Typing speed keeps me in "strumming" exemption these days, as these are seasoned in radius and ulna, non-prolific though They hold the state "pliant" without foretelling as stories are often foretold killing softly in the right quotient is a decisive skill building, willy or...

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