Love Poems About Buffalo or Buffalo Love Poems
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beach, passion, romance,

Sugar and Spice

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Spicy experiment! 


Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure 
sweet surrender to my taste 
grenade ecstasy. 

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Spicy taboo!

Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck 
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.

~•~


by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Grow Old With Me

Breathless beauty shine bright tonight my loving arms will hold you tight no wind, no storm, no evil tide will whisk you away from my side I'll fly you to a land where eagles soar where mountains climb from the shore guide you to a meadow where nature plays where geysers spout most every day show you a place where the buffalo roam where a simple man can make a home we'll sail the sea under star filled skies gazing deeply into those caramelized eyes we'll have no worries, we'll be carefree so take my hand and grow old with me

by doyi lani |
Categories: freedom, hope, journey, native american, peace, visionary,

Red Path Warrior

The path started concrete in the land of the dead,
Step by step it turned to the color of red,
Tired eyes gaze upon a river turned black,
Cries of the buffalo there is no going back.

Step by step towards an end unknown, 
Mile by mile, back to the past, it has come and gone,
Machine respirators now line the earth,
Keeping alive the very thing they hurt. 

Red path warrior keep the vision clear,
In beating heart keep love near,
Narrow the gates and narrow the road,
This red path will lead you to a place called home.


by Rollo West |
Categories: love, passion,

Great Plains

 
Thunder roars on plain Not thunder storm, but Hooves Of buffalo

by Ian Howard |
Categories: native american, time,

Great Spirit Buffalo

Great Spirit Buffalo

I would love to lock horns with you
Oh mighty Spirit Buffalo of the plains
Shall we talk of our ways that are obscure.
Where are your people, where do they dwell?
I have heard tales of the plains people
That have called your name yet where are you?
Have you forsaken them or are they blind,
is it not time for you to forgive them?
It was not their fault that they erred,
you were there watching as time passed.
The great Eagle your eyes, the bear a strength.
They needed more as a wailing child
To see you in all your glory to let them know,
that they were part of you, part of the whole.
This was a simple thing for them to be watchful
How was it that you never came back?



by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories: love,

Aiko, my Aiko

The buffalo is wading deeply
into the mud.
Ripe is the rice.

And white.
There’s almost no wind.
Sun in circles.

Rice is the door,
quietly is rustling at ajaring... 

by karen croft |
Categories: love,

Greek God Charmer

you charm my pants off
you buffalo my shirt off
i am left naked

by jai Garg |
Categories: life

Cattitude (Old)

You could’nt be the real French Martre design,
Must be the modified, Indian Side Winger Missile.
Unpatented still, definitely a loner, non-fissile.
Failed Test flight, poor soul, forced to resign. 

Patriot-men cruise, were you not conveniently sidelined? 
Three times cat-o-nine tails, You,and One other, on the fight.
A munching cow,  bellowing buffalo,  gurgle sign.
How ridiculous!  place women, above the male might.

Beware! Monica Lewinsky, has her trio transgenic share. 
Indra’s Maneka, Love  here, Whiskey cocktail there.
Fantastic punch, classic Hillary too  did not dare.
‘Fire’ still burns Mehta, her spirits why should men  care.   




by Sarah Symer |
Categories: kids, home, how i feel,

I have a place

I have a place where I call home
I have a place where the buffalo roam
I have a place where the cat sleeps
I have a place where I clean
I have a place where I call home, where the buffalo roam, where the cat sleeps, where I clean
This is my home and I love it so dearly
But when it is time to go to bed
The buffalo's grunt, the cat snores, the washer grinds
I can't get any sleep
But in the morning I shall be happy again

by CJ Krieger |
Categories: life, star, star,

Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home


by CJ Krieger |
Categories: faith, life, star, star,

Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home

by roy austin |
Categories: life, love, mystery, nature, peace, philosophy, visionary,

IT

It transmutes its life into this, my friend
and this is it, this sunlit plain,
it is that dark cloud that appears above,
it is the nervous buffalo -
it takes fright in them, yet it is
the lightning and the thunder,
it steps out of its own way
or is trampled and torn asunder,
and after - in the distance, when it is gone,
it is the silence, my friend
and my waking thought, that all is one ;
it burns now as stars up there
and sees itself through my blind eyes -
allows us to be what we are not;
from the depth and the greatest span
I say to you my friend,
it is the spirit that sleep-walks as man. 
.....

by DM Babbit |
Categories: snow,

Buffalo Snow 11-20-14

Snow is beautiful, cold, quiet, pure
	pristine blanket for the earth,
	cleaning carpet of the land.
As dearly as I love snow and I do,
	I am grateful not to have to shovel
	the four plus feet up in Buffalo.


Snow storm 11-20-14.

by Ryan J. McCabe |
Categories: confidence, hope, love,

Be Still

I've been keeping at a Detroit distance,
Maintaining that chary "Buffalo Stance",
Patient with ink-filled scalpel for instance,
Don't you dare me, I am on the off chance.
Now I've shaken that speare, I'm shaking free,
What's that you say? I'm out of my pined tree?
Like I said 'fore, of all colours praise be,
Just as time, it is all the same to me.
'Cause I'm at it again, making m'own art,
Remembering order of horse and cart,
So, are you singing that line, "Don't you start..."?
The hour's near here, I hope you've learned your part.
  I'll beam you into my Renaissance fair,
  See you be still before my blue-eyed glare.


by Sibusisiwe Desireen Ncede |
Categories: africa, age, confidence, courage, creation, growth, history,

STILL STANDING

It has equipped with opportunities
It has moulded with realities
I t has grown with maturities
It has conquered with honour

It is sweet as the red grape
It is sour as the lemon juice
It is angered as the lion
It is big as the buffalo

It has received praises, still more to come
It has lived, still living
It has given love, still loving
It has been around, still exists

by Johnette Loefgren |
Categories: lost love, native american,

Tales from the white canoe;Departure

  She had his bracelet on her arm,
his taste upon her lips,
he had a token of her love 
upon his fingertips,

They parted at the crossing 
of the creek where they first met,
her laughter,
floating feathers,
and he never will forget,

The way the thunderheads
became,
the running buffalo,
and followed close,the pouring rain,
he could not see her go.

If they should meet beyond the veil
of time and wasted pride,
he vowed that he would end his trail,
and stay there by her side.

by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories: abuse, africa, allah, america, birth, blessing, giving,

Buffalo

Buffalo 

Dark of hard carry a devil whisper on to the eyes of you 
Buffalo slow and down from shades of sound kik kik and kik to you crime cry for crime scene 

Buffalo you go we have learned lessons many in our past om naam sambu shiv sambu 


With love all 
Jagdish bajantri