Still Hunt Poems - Poems about Still Hunt

...With lone intent, all freedom it will wrest if obstinance you let these wolves deny. As tonnage sinks beneath the torrid crest your struggles for survival magnify. Each flailing ship that ferries......Read the rest...

...Cold rain chuckles Gurgles down the drain Counting coup upon A blurry windowpane Birds huddle in bare trees Dare not go aloft Squirrels still hunt for food Because the earth’s still soft ......Read the rest...

...We live in the shade of the wood That’s called the Ancient Wildren. It’s been there since creation. We are it’s Chosen Children. Strangers have arrived and Our prospects are not good, They a......Read the rest...

...Well, I got this aggitation Running round in my head Like old man armadillo In the Missus’ flower beds You see, a poem’s got a form Like a critter’s got legs And some go for live birth While......Read the rest...

...Our boat is first to slice The green snake skin of Clam Lake This Saturday morning in May Heading east to the mouth of Grass River Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows Before the Milfoil ......Read the rest...

...It is time for the circled days to hide their faces on the far side of the fridge. Dates and red letter reminders clog the cyclic notches on my prayer wheel. The calendar dreams always wa......Read the rest...

...You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx, But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx. I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out. ......Read the rest...

...For eight months she carried her twins only to give birth in her arctic snow den for 18 months the cubs will suckle her milk and a year later the cubs will finally venture out, Her male cub gre......Read the rest...

...IN THEIR EYES I am the whirlwind, But in their eyes, I'm a passing fart With a twitching stinking sound, Although, I still make a noise I am the sun, But in their eyes, I'm a flaming match ......Read the rest...

...My Primitive World When people hear I live on an isle, They ask me things that make me smile. Like, “Do you gals still wear grass skirts, And do you live in houses made of dirt?” ......Read the rest...

...I know you know you stole our property, our mutual possession, our sense of co-ownership, of belonging together to grow our health forever. I know you took it for your sole ungrateful posse......Read the rest...

...I have stopped dreaming about the dilapidating person, And began to open the vital eyes of the forlorn reality, Yet, if you observe the time’s dimension in milliseconds Then you would realise the ......Read the rest...

...In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame And, yet I still hunt for game…feeling this shame without a well-thought-out name I hunt you down to catch some inspiration I’m not looking for ......Read the rest...

...In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame And, yet I still hunt for game…feeling this shame without a well-thought-out name I hunt you down to catch some inspiration I’m not looking for fame......Read the rest...

...Siegfried and the Uniq-Horn by Loch David Crane, "The Magic Santa Claus" October 10, 2003 This is the story of the Unicorn, of Siegfried and his friend Roy Horn. These immigrants firs......Read the rest...