Poetry of the Hunt

Poetry of the Hunt

In silent dawn, the shadows creep,

Feet on the earth, where secrets sleep.

A whisper in the wind’s soft call,

The chase begins, both rise and fall.

Eyes that burn with fervent fire,

A longing deep, a fierce desire.

To grasp the fleeting, to hold the prize,

To chase the dream beyond the skies.

Sometimes the prey slips through the hand,

A ghost, a whisper, a shifting strand.

The missing hums like an ache inside,

A ghostly echo we cannot hide.

Yet in the pursuit, the heart beats strong,

A song of hope, a timeless song.

For every chase, each step we take,

Unveils the courage we dare to make.

To seek, to stumble, to rise again,

The hunt is more than loss or gain.

It’s in the longing, the striving deep—

The soul’s own quest, the secret keep.

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Here's a spooky, playful poem inspired by Halloween:

Halloween’s Whisper

When twilight falls and shadows creep,

The night awakens from its sleep.

Jack-o'-lanterns flicker bright,

Guardians of the ghostly night.

Whispers swirl in haunted air,

Capes and masks, a ghostly stare.

Laughter echoes, wild and free,

In Halloween’s mysterious spree.

Witches cackle, cats arch high,

Spiders crawl and bats fly by.

Candy’s sweet, a tempting treat,

For little monsters on the street.

But beware the unseen stare,

For spirits drift without a care,

On this night when fears take flight,

Halloween whispers in the night.