"sneeks" poems - Hello Poetry

I shutter in the nights moon. I hide my self way before noon. I fear, I fear, night will drift me away. Moon! I gasp! Do you see me, turn your judging face from me. I shutter in the moons glow. I fear! Which way should I go. I see the morn only in my mind. Its solemnly burrow within the trees like a spy. Yet the cannot escape my keen eye. Day light! Blasted day light! Sneeks its glow upon me. Yet, comforts like a blanket! But though I shutter in the moon light And yet, I welcome a pleasantly new days sun, Woot! Whoo! Comes my weak calls. For by days sun I hunger no more. I just peck lustfully blood from my fluttering feathers, of nights telltale gore. I am just a hungry owl, Whoot! Whoot! I cry. My beak shutters to softly croon My calls fierce, again in nights moon, Alass! Shouts of fear from the mice. from chipmunks from the baby racoons. Hide! Hide! Hide! For I will stalk you in the night. You shall be my dinner before day light. Comes now too, my endless fear. I float over fierce brown deer Its mighty weight, yet, of me it does not flinch, Yes, even with my nightly, whoot! Whoot! Over it my eyes gauntlet glare It just looks me over as if I am not there. I flutter full, to appear stronger, but though I am mighty to the new birthed young, I am desolate to the ones more than I, so strong. Whoot! Whoot! Whoot! I cry out. I cry strong and brave,\. Yet, not a small beast does not fear as it shows its self to me They scamper, Ha! Ha! I laugh. Do they not realize their tiny legs will not free them from my swooping outcome. I swoop, Ha! Ha! Silently I am upon them. I since their heart beats like a drum. Soon it is over. Their will is no more, but mine. As I perch way up in this tree Shutter I do of beasts, but so do they. For in the woods all too is fair play For that is nature's contract guaranteed, to all forest prey. © Written by Linda Bates Terrell

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Jun 16, 2013

Jun 16, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC

linda-terrell

I Shutter In The Nights Moon

I shutter in the nights moon. I hide my self way before noon. I fear, I fear, night will drift me away. Moon! I gasp! Do you see me, turn your judging face from me. I shutter in the moons glow. I fear! Which way should I go. I see the morn only in my mind. Its solemnly burrow within the trees like a spy. Yet the cannot escape my keen eye. Day light! Blasted day light! Sneeks its glow upon me. Yet, comforts like a blanket! But though I shutter in the moon light And yet, I welcome a pleasantly new days sun, Woot! Whoo! Comes my weak calls. For by days sun I hunger no more. I just peck lustfully blood from my fluttering feathers, of nights telltale gore. I am just a hungry owl, Whoot! Whoot! I cry. My beak shutters to softly croon My calls fierce, again in nights moon, Alass! Shouts of fear from the mice. from chipmunks from the baby racoons. Hide! Hide! Hide! For I will stalk you in the night. You shall be my dinner before day light. Comes now too, my endless fear. I float over fierce brown deer Its mighty weight, yet, of me it does not flinch, Yes, even with my nightly, whoot! Whoot! Over it my eyes gauntlet glare It just looks me over as if I am not there. I flutter full, to appear stronger, but though I am mighty to the new birthed young, I am desolate to the ones more than I, so strong. Whoot! Whoot! Whoot! I cry out. I cry strong and brave,\. Yet, not a small beast does not fear as it shows its self to me They scamper, Ha! Ha! I laugh. Do they not realize their tiny legs will not free them from my swooping outcome. I swoop, Ha! Ha! Silently I am upon them. I since their heart beats like a drum. Soon it is over. Their will is no more, but mine. As I perch way up in this tree Shutter I do of beasts, but so do they. For in the woods all too is fair play For that is nature's contract guaranteed, to all forest prey. © Written by Linda Bates Terrell

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I shutter in the nights moon. I hide my self way before noon. I fear, I fear, night will drift me away. Moon! I gasp! Do you see me, turn your judging face from me. I shutter in the moons glow. I fear! Which way should I go. I see the morn only in my mind. Its solemnly burrow within the trees like a spy. Yet the cannot escape my keen eye. Day light! Blasted day light! Sneeks its glow upon me. Yet, comforts like a blanket! But though I shutter in the moon light And yet, I welcome a pleasantly new days sun, Woot! Whoo! Comes my weak calls. For by days sun I hunger no more. I just peck lustfully blood from my fluttering feathers, of nights telltale gore. I am just a hungry owl, Whoot! Whoot! I cry. My beak shutters to softly croon My calls fierce, again in nights moon, Alass! Shouts of fear from the mice. from chipmunks from the baby racoons. Hide! Hide! Hide! For I will stalk you in the night. You shall be my dinner before day light. Comes now too, my endless fear. I float over fierce brown deer Its mighty weight, yet, of me it does not flinch, Yes, even with my nightly, whoot! Whoot! Over it my eyes gauntlet glare It just looks me over as if I am not there. I flutter full, to appear stronger, but though I am mighty to the new birthed young, I am desolate to the ones more than I, so strong. Whoot! Whoot! Whoot! I cry out. I cry strong and brave,\. Yet, not a small beast does not fear as it shows its self to me They scamper, Ha! Ha! I laugh. Do they not realize their tiny legs will not free them from my swooping outcome. I swop, Ha! Ha! Silently I am upon them. I since their heart beats like a drum. Soon it is over. Their will is no more, but mine. As I perch way up in this tree Shutter I do of beasts, but so do they. For in the woods all too is fair play For that is nature's contract guaranteed, to all forest prey.

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Jun 16, 2013

Jun 16, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC

linda-terrell

I Shutter In The Nights Moon

I shutter in the nights moon. I hide my self way before noon. I fear, I fear, night will drift me away. Moon! I gasp! Do you see me, turn your judging face from me. I shutter in the moons glow. I fear! Which way should I go. I see the morn only in my mind. Its solemnly burrow within the trees like a spy. Yet the cannot escape my keen eye. Day light! Blasted day light! Sneeks its glow upon me. Yet, comforts like a blanket! But though I shutter in the moon light And yet, I welcome a pleasantly new days sun, Woot! Whoo! Comes my weak calls. For by days sun I hunger no more. I just peck lustfully blood from my fluttering feathers, of nights telltale gore. I am just a hungry owl, Whoot! Whoot! I cry. My beak shutters to softly croon My calls fierce, again in nights moon, Alass! Shouts of fear from the mice. from chipmunks from the baby racoons. Hide! Hide! Hide! For I will stalk you in the night. You shall be my dinner before day light. Comes now too, my endless fear. I float over fierce brown deer Its mighty weight, yet, of me it does not flinch, Yes, even with my nightly, whoot! Whoot! Over it my eyes gauntlet glare It just looks me over as if I am not there. I flutter full, to appear stronger, but though I am mighty to the new birthed young, I am desolate to the ones more than I, so strong. Whoot! Whoot! Whoot! I cry out. I cry strong and brave,\. Yet, not a small beast does not fear as it shows its self to me They scamper, Ha! Ha! I laugh. Do they not realize their tiny legs will not free them from my swooping outcome. I swop, Ha! Ha! Silently I am upon them. I since their heart beats like a drum. Soon it is over. Their will is no more, but mine. As I perch way up in this tree Shutter I do of beasts, but so do they. For in the woods all too is fair play For that is nature's contract guaranteed, to all forest prey.

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Darkness creeps up on me. It sneeks up like a theif Waiting for me to turn my back to danger. It pauses in an alleyway as I pass it by All of a sudden, it POUNCES! I am smothered There is no way out and this deep pit of oblivion has got me in its clutches and it won't let me go. I struggle, but I'm in a net the more I move, the tighter the hold. I stop struggling, but it keeps getting tighter. My breath is gasping in my throat. I need air... I am drowning.... Finally the darkness wins And I am dragged into Oblivion's murky depths Internally raging And I can't stop screaming....

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Aug 24, 2010

Aug 24, 2010 at 8:37 AM UTC

hollie

Oblivion's Murky Depths

Darkness creeps up on me. It sneeks up like a theif Waiting for me to turn my back to danger. It pauses in an alleyway as I pass it by All of a sudden, it POUNCES! I am smothered There is no way out and this deep pit of oblivion has got me in its clutches and it won't let me go. I struggle, but I'm in a net the more I move, the tighter the hold. I stop struggling, but it keeps getting tighter. My breath is gasping in my throat. I need air... I am drowning.... Finally the darkness wins And I am dragged into Oblivion's murky depths Internally raging And I can't stop screaming....

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Ballads of sadness coupled by lonely violin strings strike a chord in cassette my stuck thoughts. Whistled retro tunes ignite blue coloured melodies in sync with a beating heart. Beating and pulsating in an accapela rhythm.Emotions fluctuating with every crescendo. The overly sentimental closing verse sneeks in... I press stop and it flat lines into an abyss of monotomous beeps.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC

collily

Death Of A Sad Song

Ballads of sadness coupled by lonely violin strings strike a chord in cassette my stuck thoughts. Whistled retro tunes ignite blue coloured melodies in sync with a beating heart. Beating and pulsating in an accapela rhythm.Emotions fluctuating with every crescendo. The overly sentimental closing verse sneeks in... I press stop and it flat lines into an abyss of monotomous beeps.

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