Poems About: HUNTING
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37.The Hunters Of Men
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men? read more »John Greenleaf Whittier
38.A Ghost in the Night
For as night may come so shall the day
I do not fear the night for I am part of it
I know that day will come
So, in the day I shall morn for the night read more »Sesamarna Syfyre
39.The King's Hunt is up
The hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;
And Harry our king is gone hunting,
To bring his deer to bay. read more »William Gray
Addicts are hunted people, hunted far and wide
But addicts have nowhere to run to, nowhere at all to hide
Because you cannot escape your very own mind
It's constantly with you all of the time read more »Alessandra Liverani
41.Man hunts man, not competes.
A frog competes with other frogs for worms.
A snake competes with other snakes for frogs.
The fittest survive and others perish.
This’s what Darwin says in his theories. read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
42.Hunting Humans (Lyrics)
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away read more »Satan's Sibling
43.Looking For Trade Martin's Ferret
From Alaska to Zanzibar the poets are out
They’re searching and hunting and looking about
The hunt is on, the call is being shouted out loud
The poets well versed are searching all round read more »David Taylor
44.The Legend Of The O Keeffes
It must be a fallacy that dead canines can fly
But of the mystery in myths and legends one cannot deny
And one legend I recall from decades gone by
Is when an O Keeffe dies in Cullen dogs bark in the sky. read more »Francis Duggan
45.'Hunting Season Is Open'
Gun hunting season opens tomorrow morning
my husband is gathering his hunting gear around.
He'll be getting up really early in the morning
way before the break of dawn. read more »Linda Winchell
46.Alpha Wolf of the Pack
As twilight breaks
She awakes from her sleep
She steps from the den
With four of her young read more »Britney Hogue
Please, do not follow me any more
I am tired of your shadow and of your kisses in my dreams.
Let me go, and please return to where you belong.
You know I cannot go with you there where you going. read more »Vanesa Rabic
The lion is going now to hunt for his food
Before it gets dark here in Kenia
And the lion's hunt is the buffalo tat is running around minding its business
But the lion doesn't lose anytime or any chance when it comes to the Hunt read more »Aldo Kraas