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Poems About: HUNTING

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  • 109.
    Dead night not known

    It is dead night
    We sleep tight
    Under the safety
    With no more worry read more »

    hasmukh amathalal
  • 110.
    Undertaker

    The sound of silence covering all around
    Not an insect’s voice to be heard
    Hunting and hunted moving with signs
    Stealthy as ever express with no words read more »

    Oscar Robles
  • 111.
    *****Rock Hunter ****

    I wanted to do new
    then i switch on the internet
    searched for rock
    then i got a site read more »

    Fatima Obaid
  • 112.
    The Predator

    Standing fast,
    no recognition you see,
    for hunted you are,
    the blade flutters, read more »

    Richard McClellan
  • 113.
    Man Hunt

    I hunt and hunt but little thought
    The wealth the man had showed me a lot.
    But I see the man running around
    With armed forces and guns round and round read more »

    Prateek Gupta
  • 114.
    Going on a Demon Hunt

    We're going on a demon hunt
    Chasing down the hellish fiends
    Laughing as we cut them down
    With the Sword of our mouth read more »

    Patrick Tincher
  • 115.
    Sounding Borewell Signals

    Good morning
    On bicycles and 'bikes run
    With kudams and buckets
    On first-chore-water-hunting read more »

    Indira Renganathan
  • 116.
    skin of my teeth

    closing in on the end
    of one more sunday
    thinking that tomorrow
    i still won't recall read more »

    Thomas Quentin Sims
  • 117.
    My Brother The Whale

    once we hunted
    brother whale with noble
    courage spiritual read more »

    Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
  • 118.
    King of the jungle

    The king of the jungle
    hunts the land for food
    waiting for his prey
    silently he prowls read more »

    Teresa Reck
  • 119.
    Dead Skins

    im feeling down
    swirling in the hot sun
    carrying pain
    trying to fight it off read more »

    James Bost
  • 120.
    Children of earth

    Happier are the times
    When it’s easier to hunt
    In one’s own little territory
    Nothing to fear, from no one to run read more »

    Neo Livefree
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