Elk Poems - Poems about Elk

Elk troll man slithers out of the crevices of the cave the evening feels his emotions and responds accordingly Slinking along the corridor of red canyon’s edges We wise ones ignore him, for it is his fervent wish to be invisible Sure, we see him but none of us speak of it, our tongues silent Respecting his wishes, and fearing...

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I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair Across the valley the mountains rise up high jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky Eagles soar 'cross the sun looking for a meal it's as close to God as any man might feel Seeing new calves breathing their first taste of...

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fierce fire-elk transforms into a skeletal elk during a forest fire the few who have seen her, recognize her powers through prophecy These storytellers do not last long, for they are not forest fire survivors if you get caught in the woods during an inferno, beware of the fire-elk....

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elk leaf woman was inapproachable black forest was fearful of her abilities and talents her all-seeing ways had been predicted long before she arrived we knew of her eons before she appeared at the edge of the oaks we stayed our distance, even the rabbits and the fox her energy traveled ahead of her in the form of an aura we...

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Deer Elk Princess was a flower in the woods With her turquoise dresses, she flashed beauty The hickory and elms thought she was too jazzy But the oaks felt her mystical essence They knew the deer would be attracted to her Her gorgeousness did not deter them For deer are empathetic, sensitive creatures Like the demure, dainty, delightful Deer...

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An antelope, a reindeer and an elk walked into a bar. Which bar? The lion stared at his friend. “Does it matter?” “It does to me.” “Bar Sheeba Weebalah.” The other lion nods. “The antelope orders a beer. the reindeer orders a whiskey sour.” The other lion pretends to laugh, hoping this will be the end of the story. “Not the punchline yet,”...

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eleven engrossed esteemed Eastern elves elected Evie, eligible electric elk. Embracing her enthusiastic, energetically evasive elusiveness, enabling enchantment to engage, enhance and excite extra enthusiastic electoralelk endorsement to electrify elfish election....

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I sensed I was being watched by an animal. Human? Probably not; something baser. Perhaps a rabbit, a rodent or a bird of some sort. This is the Yukon, if it is something white, it will be difficult to spy. I stay silent, in one place, slowly moving my head, watching. Hoping it is not a polar bear; they have...

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My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing Shirtless With lines swung in the churning water The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows He lands a nice Crappie And as he rescues the bass He looks not at his dad Or the helpless fish staring up in horror But watches to see if the old stern man Fishing on...

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Elk slowly walk grazing off open paths a distant bugling call Hunter hunkered down, still open sight 9/20/2020...

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A rabbit an elk and a snowman walked into a bar. I stared at this neonate. Did eight month olds talk? No wait. He is nine months old right? I check the calendar. Nine months going on ten. My first time at babysitting him. The bartender says. I run to get a pencil to write this down. He gurgles at me. Loud gas bubble pops I...

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It had been years since the seasons changed Then the Monarch butterflies Shook from a blue sky in July Like a box of colored confetti Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows And the day before was so hot That on my morning walk I found tree frogs glued to the pavement In mid-hop Paralyzed with eyes looking up Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf In...

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I saw elk frozen in lake. Birds pecked out his nostrils and eyes… Winter. 05.05.2019 Writing Challenge 1, May 2019 - Cinqku- Poetry Contest Dear Heart...

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A man in a black suit, and cane drawn wandering above the sea of fog wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bog Untroubled Heaven in his eyes for the moment fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn a habitat full of...

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I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand...

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