Dear deer.
You are almost everything I want to be. Intangibly elegant and glorious. Strong willed, yet cautious. You approach life with dignity and courage. You grace the woods with your still presence, awaiting the cry of the hunter.
Slowly, the wide-eyed deer approached the man. Slowly, she let him lay his hand upon her. And slowly, the deer fell as the man fired his rifle into her.
I have seen many deer. They are serene, quiet but they will never let you pet them. Except for the ones you find in petting zoos. The poor bastards are so used to human contact, they have forgotten what nature held for them. The freedom they once felt.
deer mountain like in the woods. you see a deer pass you by, it is scared and runs away. You keep following, it keeps running. Deer morphed into a person seems popular now, its weird how people run run run and not stand still still still.
nice little deer, you’re so beautiful. i see you everyday, walking and being free. i wish i was like you someday. i envy your freedom, cuz i know i’ll never be that way. so lucy, so lucky you are.
In Canada I see lots of these, I mean you’re driving down the road and bam! There’s a deer in front of your car.. Its not as dangerous as seeing a moose tho, those things are deadly. You know, Canadian stereotypes for the most part are completely innacurate, I’d say we like our hockey, and we speak french but we don’t say about like a boot and stuff.. I do say Eh alot tho.
Deer isn’t like the word ‘Dear’ it’s like an brown animal with horns and things. I’ve never seen a real deer. I mean not up close or anything. I hear that they bite. Maybe I’m wrong but I feel that if I were to try and pet a deer it would bite me. Or something awful like that and I’d have to go the hostpial and than my mom would be really mad at me. “Brooklyn, what have I told you about trying to pet deers!?” Is two deers that same as one deer. Like spelling wise?
I’m like a deer in headlights everytime I talk. I’ve got no social skills and I’m extremely shy unless I’m talking to strangers. When I talk to strangers, I have the most confidence ever. I’ll do the most random things, knowing I’ll never see them again.
a deer is being hunted by a lion. the lion slowly lurks around its prey. making sure to hide any signs of its existence so as not to scare the target. slowly it nears its dinner. making sure not to make even the tiniest sound. the deer stood upright suddenly, its ears twitching to the sound whispered by the wind. the time the deer remain stationary was too much for the young king
Growing up on a farm in Iowa, I had plenty of deer running around. I would always try to throw baseballs at them. Considering my name is Pete Rose, I found it appropriate.
I hit the deer. Smack straight on. Or you could say, the deer hit me. Bounced off the windshield. The cop pulled up and said, “Looks like you met Bambi.” He told me he couldn’t find a carcass. No way did the deer survive that. My car certainly didn’t. Totalled. by a deer.
Miles of highway stretched out before me and miles behind as I drove away from everything I knew into the great unknown. I felt just like the deer lying on the side of the road, who never saw it coming. Was I prepared for all the world was about to hand me?
there is the serene moment that is white and gray and muted colors of fog. the trees arch high overhead and for that moment, everything seems peaceful like the wide eyes of the doe standing, spotlighted, an inch before her death. the surprise that you come to expect is not there. she is ready.
beautiful, elegant, peaceful animal, in disney movies, doe a deer a female deer, seems peaceful, until it runs in the middle of the street and you crash into it
there are many deer in my backyard. so many in my town for that matter. i see them dead, hit by cars, all over the roads. poor things because they are quite harmful. they are more afraid of you than you are of them. they just stare at you and run when you are near.
Deer can be scary. I once had a student who was afraid of deer. Deer get hit by cars. Deer damage cars. Deer stampeded. We have Dear reading time (drop everything and read) and I picture Bambi, a deer!
there are two stories that come to mind. one is about lynn in the restaurant, the way she bended her words for the man when he came by the table. the way that I didn’t and the way that I wondered if she was the better woman or I. It seemed that the story I was telling her was so important, the way the deer had looked at me, our proximity, the train tracks; and there she was, bending herself to a man the way we do.
the other is the deer in the field and how I came in to close to her, how I invited her in with my actions, and then when she started to come I got scared and she smelled it and clicked at her little ones and they all ran away, exposing me for the inexperienced naturalist that I am.
The most amazing of G-d’s creatures, the most graceful and beautiful animals I’ve ever seen. I wish there was a way of keeping them safe and out of the roads and out of our backyards.
We were driving along the road at 5am and Bambi popped out from the side of the road. You were terrified and driving my car, that was a mistake. And then we saw four more
this reminds me of how my boyfriend and his family hunt sometimes. it makes me really sad because i’m in PETA and they don’t seem to respect the fact that their hunting offends me. my boyfriend has even said that he’ll never give up meat which makes me think that he loves meat more than he loves me. bummer. bummer. when is this clock going to run out?
i was sitting by the brook minding my own business when a small crack sounded behind me. i turned around and to my surprise i saw a small deer making it’s way towards me. Enchanting eyes staring deep into mine. this was the magic of the forest.
just like in bambi when the mother was shot i didn’t realize she died i just thought she disappeared i felt so bad but i didn’t realize until i got older that she was shot and what it meant for bambi and it made me see how it related to real life and i couldn’t imagine being without my own mother. even if there was a cool bunny involved…
In the forest I live. sweeping the grass away watching for the trees to grow. Spring; my heart and joy the world I know. I live for the forest and the flowers-the life of nature in full.
reminds me of bambi. is that how you spell the name? deer’s look majestic i think. beautiful too. they have an overall calm composure about them. i hate watching deers being chased by bigger animals like lions but i also know that thats the course of nature. deers a beautiful.
the deer is dashed across the forest, in a field of whimsical rainbow dusts. the little particles reminiscent of droplets of candy floss, sprayed across a bemused child’s face. such freedom and power, as it dashes across the fields. what a sight to behold. how envious I am.
oh my deer, i like apple, whyyyyyyyy? i will follow you into the woods on a wonderul adverture and i shall give you a name… and you shall give me insight LOL wtf is ths
my old lady, i can not wait to see you! of my deer, my deer, the deerest of all deer. How can you live so long? yet remain so utterly fit for whatever life throws at you. truly awe-inspiring, my deer. Do you run? do you float? do you soar on golden skis through dusty clouds and overgrown storms?
there was a deer in the yard and I talk to him but he wasn’t sure of what he was doing there so i explained him and we beceame best friends, now we live together.
It is
The way she ran through the forest of men in the dance club was fascinating. They were the trees to her deer and there was a monster of unspeakable deeds chasing her. It was all she could do to reach the clearing where her herd would protect her.
The thing about deer is they are aways being hit by cars. And when it happens you don’t know whether to feel bad for the deer or bemoan the fact that your car has just been completely ruined by this beautiful animal, who now lies dead before you.
Quite an odd threshold, this life is. We find ourselves standing before a rotting deer, his eyes feasted by cluster of flies, his mouth gapping from the hordes of insects caping inside. Quite a beauty, indeed.
Dear deer.
You are almost everything I want to be. Intangibly elegant and glorious. Strong willed, yet cautious. You approach life with dignity and courage. You grace the woods with your still presence, awaiting the cry of the hunter.
Slowly, the wide-eyed deer approached the man. Slowly, she let him lay his hand upon her. And slowly, the deer fell as the man fired his rifle into her.
I have seen many deer. They are serene, quiet but they will never let you pet them. Except for the ones you find in petting zoos. The poor bastards are so used to human contact, they have forgotten what nature held for them. The freedom they once felt.
deer mountain like in the woods. you see a deer pass you by, it is scared and runs away. You keep following, it keeps running. Deer morphed into a person seems popular now, its weird how people run run run and not stand still still still.
nice little deer, you’re so beautiful. i see you everyday, walking and being free. i wish i was like you someday. i envy your freedom, cuz i know i’ll never be that way. so lucy, so lucky you are.
In Canada I see lots of these, I mean you’re driving down the road and bam! There’s a deer in front of your car.. Its not as dangerous as seeing a moose tho, those things are deadly. You know, Canadian stereotypes for the most part are completely innacurate, I’d say we like our hockey, and we speak french but we don’t say about like a boot and stuff.. I do say Eh alot tho.
Deer are very cute, but I wouldn’t want to meet one in a dark alley. They are not total vegetarians. Love the eyes.
Deer isn’t like the word ‘Dear’ it’s like an brown animal with horns and things. I’ve never seen a real deer. I mean not up close or anything. I hear that they bite. Maybe I’m wrong but I feel that if I were to try and pet a deer it would bite me. Or something awful like that and I’d have to go the hostpial and than my mom would be really mad at me. “Brooklyn, what have I told you about trying to pet deers!?” Is two deers that same as one deer. Like spelling wise?
deer you know who,
i didn’t spell dear wrong on purpose… it was an accident, that i didn’t care to fix,
and this line is to make this poem symmetrical.
I’m like a deer in headlights everytime I talk. I’ve got no social skills and I’m extremely shy unless I’m talking to strangers. When I talk to strangers, I have the most confidence ever. I’ll do the most random things, knowing I’ll never see them again.
a deer is being hunted by a lion. the lion slowly lurks around its prey. making sure to hide any signs of its existence so as not to scare the target. slowly it nears its dinner. making sure not to make even the tiniest sound. the deer stood upright suddenly, its ears twitching to the sound whispered by the wind. the time the deer remain stationary was too much for the young king
deer you know who,
i didn’t spell dear wrong on purpose… it was an accident, that i didn’t care to fix.
but i still love you.
Growing up on a farm in Iowa, I had plenty of deer running around. I would always try to throw baseballs at them. Considering my name is Pete Rose, I found it appropriate.
I hit the deer. Smack straight on. Or you could say, the deer hit me. Bounced off the windshield. The cop pulled up and said, “Looks like you met Bambi.” He told me he couldn’t find a carcass. No way did the deer survive that. My car certainly didn’t. Totalled. by a deer.
Miles of highway stretched out before me and miles behind as I drove away from everything I knew into the great unknown. I felt just like the deer lying on the side of the road, who never saw it coming. Was I prepared for all the world was about to hand me?
there is the serene moment that is white and gray and muted colors of fog. the trees arch high overhead and for that moment, everything seems peaceful like the wide eyes of the doe standing, spotlighted, an inch before her death. the surprise that you come to expect is not there. she is ready.
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beautiful, elegant, peaceful animal, in disney movies, doe a deer a female deer, seems peaceful, until it runs in the middle of the street and you crash into it
something in the woods, that’s scared and mysterious. An aninmal that provides not only food, but confort to a society.
slipping through the woods, hanging on the edge of the highway…light, meaty afraid complacent and sweet in theory – bambi baby innocence on the hoof
there are many deer in my backyard. so many in my town for that matter. i see them dead, hit by cars, all over the roads. poor things because they are quite harmful. they are more afraid of you than you are of them. they just stare at you and run when you are near.
Deer can be scary. I once had a student who was afraid of deer. Deer get hit by cars. Deer damage cars. Deer stampeded. We have Dear reading time (drop everything and read) and I picture Bambi, a deer!
there are two stories that come to mind. one is about lynn in the restaurant, the way she bended her words for the man when he came by the table. the way that I didn’t and the way that I wondered if she was the better woman or I. It seemed that the story I was telling her was so important, the way the deer had looked at me, our proximity, the train tracks; and there she was, bending herself to a man the way we do.
the other is the deer in the field and how I came in to close to her, how I invited her in with my actions, and then when she started to come I got scared and she smelled it and clicked at her little ones and they all ran away, exposing me for the inexperienced naturalist that I am.
The most amazing of G-d’s creatures, the most graceful and beautiful animals I’ve ever seen. I wish there was a way of keeping them safe and out of the roads and out of our backyards.
We were driving along the road at 5am and Bambi popped out from the side of the road. You were terrified and driving my car, that was a mistake. And then we saw four more
this reminds me of how my boyfriend and his family hunt sometimes. it makes me really sad because i’m in PETA and they don’t seem to respect the fact that their hunting offends me. my boyfriend has even said that he’ll never give up meat which makes me think that he loves meat more than he loves me. bummer. bummer. when is this clock going to run out?
i was sitting by the brook minding my own business when a small crack sounded behind me. i turned around and to my surprise i saw a small deer making it’s way towards me. Enchanting eyes staring deep into mine. this was the magic of the forest.
I wish I had a deer. When I was little I used to think that bambi was the best disney picture. Oh dear. Oh deer. Just a baby deer will do…M
just like in bambi when the mother was shot i didn’t realize she died i just thought she disappeared i felt so bad but i didn’t realize until i got older that she was shot and what it meant for bambi and it made me see how it related to real life and i couldn’t imagine being without my own mother. even if there was a cool bunny involved…
In the forest I live. sweeping the grass away watching for the trees to grow. Spring; my heart and joy the world I know. I live for the forest and the flowers-the life of nature in full.
reminds me of bambi. is that how you spell the name? deer’s look majestic i think. beautiful too. they have an overall calm composure about them. i hate watching deers being chased by bigger animals like lions but i also know that thats the course of nature. deers a beautiful.
the deer is dashed across the forest, in a field of whimsical rainbow dusts. the little particles reminiscent of droplets of candy floss, sprayed across a bemused child’s face. such freedom and power, as it dashes across the fields. what a sight to behold. how envious I am.
OH my deer, how i love you neeer. i love you dear
oh my deer, i like apple, whyyyyyyyy? i will follow you into the woods on a wonderul adverture and i shall give you a name… and you shall give me insight LOL wtf is ths
When someone looks at you like a deer in headlights, you know something’s wrong.
my old lady, i can not wait to see you! of my deer, my deer, the deerest of all deer. How can you live so long? yet remain so utterly fit for whatever life throws at you. truly awe-inspiring, my deer. Do you run? do you float? do you soar on golden skis through dusty clouds and overgrown storms?
there was a deer in the yard and I talk to him but he wasn’t sure of what he was doing there so i explained him and we beceame best friends, now we live together.
It is
The way she ran through the forest of men in the dance club was fascinating. They were the trees to her deer and there was a monster of unspeakable deeds chasing her. It was all she could do to reach the clearing where her herd would protect her.
The thing about deer is they are aways being hit by cars. And when it happens you don’t know whether to feel bad for the deer or bemoan the fact that your car has just been completely ruined by this beautiful animal, who now lies dead before you.
Quite an odd threshold, this life is. We find ourselves standing before a rotting deer, his eyes feasted by cluster of flies, his mouth gapping from the hordes of insects caping inside. Quite a beauty, indeed.