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Best Poems About / On HUNTING
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A Hunting Dream
A Hunting Dream
Can It Be Real
Can It Be True
A Hunting Dream
Can It Be Seen
Can It Be Held
A Hunting Dream
Can It Be Touched
Can It Be Heard
A Hunting Dream
Can It Be Me
Can It Be Alive
A Hunting Dream
Can It Be Me
Can It Be You
Iva Wells
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wild f*#$ing manners
hunting a tiger
big sharp teeth
man-eater
these hunters
big egos, big guns
hunting for survival
need fur and meat to survive
hunting wild game
wild f*#$ing manners
saw lioness and her cubs
on f*#$ing youtube
wild animals is to game theory
as man is to war
primitive yet perfect in movements
stop hunting these majestic creatures
they echo the intelligence we lack
in a far away land called our sub-conscience
only to find our only way to organized life
we're just animals on a hunting ground
Inner Projection
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The hunt for love
By my nature
i am not a hunter.
hunting implies
that killing takes place.
the last thing
i want to do
is to kill something.
is hunting wrong?
not necessarily,
but i think hunting is wrong
for me.
besides, as far as i am concerned
motive makes all the difference.
for example,
i was a hunter once
and didn't even know it.
a certain innocence had taken me
into the snowy woods
one snowy evening.
i was hunting
for someone to love.
little did i know my nonchalance
would lead me to another hunter.
this hunter
was moving cautiously
through the same poetic snowy woods
binding snowflakes into winter dreams.
this hunter was careful
to avoid familiar mantraps
while also hunting for someone to love.
richard ilnicki
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Man
The day of the caveman I wonder how it would be
Rising in the sun in a world that was new
Hunting animals with crude hand made spears
And hunting in forests that have yet to be cleared
Dressed only in skins and fur of his prey
I wonder if he was hunting most of the day
Finding berries and fruit along his path
To a cool clean river where he stops for a drink
The warm sun above is heating the land
And new life is evolving all around man
The mountains are moving a spectacular sight
As a volcano erupts giving man a fright
Somehow he knows the rivers of fire will not reach
Where he is standing surveying the scene
Man turns his back and walks away
I wonder if his hunting will be good today
He creeps along hidden by the tall green grass
Man has found animal he'll have dinner at last
He brings back his arm, his spear has gone
Whistling through the air and into his prey
Man is smiling hunting was good
Yes very good today.
chris spurrell
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