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Poem Details | by Anthony Slausin |
Categories: children,

running scar

Here lies a grave,
a conglomerate headstone
without a name
weeds and webs 
wrapped tight around the heartless edge.
Caretaker rides his rusty deer
pretending he's a nascar stud
waking the dead and stirring mud.
He take's his lunch beneath a tree,
eating twinkies with green fingertips...
and for his love he'll steal a wreath,
and place it gently on a grave
that bears a scar called, long forgotten
a grave he calls
"no name".


Poem Details | by David Shawn Dodson |
Categories: appreciation, fathers day,

Thoughts of the Day

We have a laugh, and drink a beer,
Play some golf, and hunt for deer.

Your patience and wisdom, is without test,
Your confidence and clarity, is at its best.

Mentor and Dad, is what you are,
Saved and glad, your faith will go far.

I’m thankful and blessed, with a father like you,
Proud at its best, for the little things that you do.

Love and care, are words that I say,
Friendship to share, on Happy Father’s Day!

To: “Pop”
Love,

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: environment, love, rain, weather, winter,

I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn


Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  


Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature

12/30/2016


My home for 36 years 

Poem Details | by Mustapha Mohammed |
Categories: beauty, creation, nature,

God In Creation

Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
 From heaven's meteor darts.

Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!

Who gives the rose the purest love   
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.

From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!

Poem Details | by Tahera Mannan |
Categories: faith

Belief

Far away when the smiling day tiredly smiles
The evening bride spreads her dress for miles
My thoughts their twilight keep
When tiny lamps awake half asleep
Your image when suddenly appears and stops
Like a deer grazing on dewy wet crop
Then this heart flutters alone
As the river runs on stones
Lusts for love’s glory
Shouts loud the sad story
Morning and night falls the tears
They are watered with horrid fears
But He moves in amazing ways
When end is near and no ray
He’ll shower his blessings on the head
Love will gather and diminish dread
27/02/2011

Poem Details | by Jeff Connelly |
Categories: muse,

waking

even though
my eyes are
open there
is only dark
ness yet

in the quiet
ude my ears
sense and then
hear a familiar
though my 

Indian spirit in 
lore is a deer 
i hear your 
do re mi
melodic

ally whispering
more from my
pills then from
the pillow next
to my head

though hoping
i heard not a
script from
my words
but what

you think
and mean
to say but
either way
the horizon

line of my
mouth starts
to part and in
the sunshine of
my love and teeth i

begin 
a new
day of not 
knowing but
knowing i'm

thinking
about
you

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: betrayal, christian, class, horror, native american,

Native American Boarding Schools

 shocked, as hair cut short
buckskins burned
praying, 
in the darkness for rescue
all our gods forsaking us

pics of Him in pain
Teacher demanded belief
after all
somehow
died for our sins

what is sin?
A bright girl asks
later teach replies

now forgetting gods
of earth and fire 
and dressed up in 
lies of white man

kind lady
with love in heart
circles my neck
with crucifix

Realize
all our gods
are one

still praying
to great spirit
the one with
wild deer playing
in her heart


Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: christmas, december, holiday, seasons,

December

December is a wonderful month to remember
the streets are all covered in snow.
Children in their hats and gloves with visions 
of where they want to go.

Simple decorations all lit up with love,
Santa and his rain deer on every roof
top above. 
The smell of cinnamon dances in the air with
hopes that Christmas touches everyone, every
where.

The decorated Christmas tree in town square
is shared by everyone who enjoys the Holiday's 
cheerful care.
Come all Yea faithful will echo through the night
sending out hopes and dreams to all who loves
the meaning of Christmas and it's true plight.

Poem Details | by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: love, nature, beauty, beauty,

I Miss - 2

The Soothing Voice of the babbling brook
The Albino deer hiding in a forest knook
The Humming bird zipping from flower to flower
The colorful change of nature from hour to hour
The Beauty of Sunrise, melting mountain dew
The Beauty of Sunset, with Rainbows of hue









Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: animal, home, life, love, wife,

Who You Are

With big blue eyes
the way you look
and look at me
makes me smile
when you talk
your voice comforts
the things you share 
involves trust
friendship and love
they set me free
watching you care 
for others
like family
your friendships
animals
feeding the birds
caring for a deer
dogs and cats 
a raccoon family
once even a skunk
the place we live
a sanctuary 
for all creatures
all that breathe
for this I smile 
you love me
I know this
I love you
for who you are

Edward J. Ebbs - October 24, 2015

Poem Details | by Victoria Nunoo |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love,

SHE IS

Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease

Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Qualities unveiled

Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling

Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad

Inner beauty
Free spirited
A gentle deer

The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love

A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her

A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…

 © Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012

Poem Details | by Regina Riddle |
Categories: love,

Whispers of Love

The mist lies across the river bank
Sheltering the wild deer as they drink
Creating vague shadows in the distance
Of emerald pines and moss covered beds
Where the rabbits and squirrels make their home
And crisp, falling leaves carpet the floor
Of a forest where the mist creates a haven of hope
Whispering through the trees with assurance of love


©2014 by Regina Riddle
Nette onclaud’s Through the Mist Poetry Contest
August 24, 2014

Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: natureurdu, blue, love,

Place at the Lake

there lies in lovely mountain glen
protected from the harsh north wind
meadows of such gentleness speak
volumes of love from those therein

provide life with abundant scope
promising peaceful love and hope
cradled beneath snow covered peak
food for bird, man and antelope

the Fraser fir, long is its shade
among the trees deer parade
hidden beyond a pristine shore
lies this protected alpine glade

the call of whippoorwill and dove
perfect blue of blue sky above
a home among all this and more
I’m sure, also filled with His love

© Apr 17 2011 For John's contest

Poem Details | by Paloma P |
Categories: break up, emotions, goodbye, heartbroken, jealousy, lost love, parody,

Stench of Betrayal

     Her fake perfume smelled of cheap musk,
             tobacco and passion flowers,
    the stench of betrayal lingered long
                after she had shiftily backpedaled  
    

Musk is a class of aromatic substances commonly used as base notes in perfumery. They include glandular secretions from animals such as the musk deer, numerous plants emitting similar fragrances, and artificial substances with similar odors.    Ewwww.....who knew?  No wonder. 

Wikipedia of course.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, how i feel, imagery, poetry,

Beauty

Beauty flies high above the earth
as butterflies embrace rebirth.
And rides on the wings of a dove
accompanied by peace and love.

Beauty lives in forests of green
and in seas of aquamarine.
It hangs out in ebony caves
or frolics in indigo waves.

Beauty glistens off mountain peaks
pitted with rocks and brindled streaks.
And penguins roaming ice and snow
find beauty wherever they go.

Beauty’s in the eyes of a child
or a graceful deer running wild.
And families that kneel to pray
see beauty in a special way.

Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: love, nature,

THROUGH THE WINDOW

THROUGH THE WINDOW I stare out through the window, Not absorbing what I see; I watch the raucous Blue Jays And leaves flutter from trees. I spy squirrels hoarding nuts And chipmunks scamper 'round; The deer are eating lazily The apples on the ground. Look, the grass is browner now, It's snow there soon will be; But I register none of what I see For my Love's not here with me. © ELR 2013

Poem Details | by Annabelle Jane |
Categories: animals, imagination, love,

Dear Love, Deer Heart

My doe eyes are taken by yours,
I fawn over your gaze, transfixed,
A deer in the headlights.
You, my white stag, king
Crowned with bone and velvet.
You, my red hart. I am your hind.

Poem Details | by Asif Andalib |
Categories: allegory, fantasy, life, love, passion, romance,

I want a deer of gold - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

I want a deer of gold I want her anyway!
No matter you are who or whatever you say!
I want her who steals my mind but then runs away!

She becomes startled, runs away, no one can capture her!
If I have chance to touch her she goes away further!
Whether I will get her or not I will chase her!

You buy the things that are available in the market!
Whereas I hanker after the thing that no one can get!

I have lost everything I had for my yearnings for her!
My capital is running short but it doesn’t matter!
I have no sorrow in my heart and I smile forever!

Poem Details | by James Rasmusson |
Categories: philosophy, places

MICHIGAN

M ishigama my love,
I nto your water wonderland of brook trout and deer I
C an hear the cherubic song of chirping robin and rustling pine.
H eavenly harbors and pristine beaches shape a welcoming hand
I nfused with indigo lakes and teeming streams while three
G reat lakes enshroud to form a kirlian aura of rippling verve.
A live for but a flicker of time, my Michigan home away from Home
N urtures and readies me for the final cruise to the Wonderland of Love.


Note: The word ‘Michigan’ is a Frenchification of the Ojibwe word ‘Mishigama’ which 
means ‘large water’.

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, art, childhood, education, children, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, places, seasons, uplifting, visionary,

You Little Stinker Devil's Echo

In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes ****-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay

High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end


Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath



As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......8.5.8.5. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.



Poem Details | by Veronica Joseph |
Categories: lost love

He Sobs

 he sobs 
hidden in the back lot beyond the woodpile
many days he has listlessly searched for her
wedding wing
thrown as she declared her
independence
or rather
that she never loved him

never?

dark soil and trampled gardens marked by deer
he is alone here
but nothing shines to guide him
nothing shines in the dirt
if only he could find it he'd have something
real 
to show her

now her eyes are cast down
she drives away 
fast
nothing shining.

Poem Details | by D. C. Jordan |
Categories: beauty, love, lust,

Goddesses

Freya, Maria, Gaia Sofia
Isis, Astarte
Kali and Parvati

Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night

With demanding love
And no expectation 
But to see Her

They walk in light
Hip-switching across the Earth
A woman, a deer, a flying leaf

Her flaming sword 
Could spin my head off  
But She kisses my soul and I'm safe

Every day I see Her 
Magic paralyzing eyes
Outlined in black

Golden eyelids smiling
Startingly clearly brown or blue
I know lust and peace at once

The world turns over
And the world burns
And the Goddess lives forever

Poem Details | by Dennis Cardiff |
Categories: lost love,

Timid Eyes

Timid eyes
From the forest
Beckon; yet hold back,
Wanting to love;
Afraid to trust. 

Lithe body
Like a deer
Ready to spring
At the first sign
Of danger. 

Delicate features
Worthy of infinite contemplation,
Question,
Ready to colour
At the slightest provocation. 

I want to coax her
From the forest,
Show her
There is nothing to fear,
Yet; I know there is. 

So, from a distance
I watch
The timid gentle creature,
All I can give her 
Is freedom.


Poem Details | by Ioan Rusu |
Categories: life, love, nature,

Winter

With an ice aye

I'm looking over woods

when winter comes.

Leaves, as bloody tears

are crying an paths.

Lonely, trees are shivering

under a cold sky.

Somewhere, in the mountains

I see a deer pairs

with ice hearts,

but I know that their warmly love

will cross over this cold winter.

Poem Details | by Jim Cross |
Categories: beauty, crazy, dream, emotions, love, muse, truth,

innocent

even baby deer get shot in the head.

all the while someone is good at being bad, 
and bad at being good ...and sad too.

like the cracks in the wall, 
all hollow an all,
just knowing the words that were spoken,
and not sharing in the hits it took. 

there's a pressure against the heart of most,
when intention is the frosting,
and lies the cake,
gulping it all down in a drowning sensation. 

oh, how the trees bend,
and breathe,
and watch,
in horror,

even baby deer get shot in the head -