Poems About Lions Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about lions seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Austin_Rura
Austin Rura
Austin Rura
Poem Published
26th Feb 2018 9:16am
26th Feb 2018 9:16am
Killer Instinct
Blood staining the hide a lion raising a pride
How the ancients define amazing divine is staying alive
Cave paintings aside all artworks fading with time
A violent demise under imaginary skies
They set the fazers to fry and bake us alive
In a data hive state of mind
Where layers provide a lair to hide
So scary are lies, even the cheeriest kinds
yet we appear in disguise not even clear of our lies
Getting to know someone isn't nearly a prize
No changing a mind just abstain from a sigh
Out of the best you'll get barely a rise ...
How the ancients define amazing divine is staying alive
Cave paintings aside all artworks fading with time
A violent demise under imaginary skies
They set the fazers to fry and bake us alive
In a data hive state of mind
Where layers provide a lair to hide
So scary are lies, even the cheeriest kinds
yet we appear in disguise not even clear of our lies
Getting to know someone isn't nearly a prize
No changing a mind just abstain from a sigh
Out of the best you'll get barely a rise ...
#lion
#rhyming
#humankind
602 reads
3 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
9th Feb 2018 00:15am
9th Feb 2018 00:15am
Perspectimals
You you know what I see in a moth?
A butterfly who’s really into goth
And what about the silly panda bear?
A placid raccoon with extra fluff beneath its hair
How about a pussy cat?
I see a tiny lion acrobat
And the humble cricket
A mini singer in the thicket
Next time you see an animal, confess
Each one is like some other, more or less
A butterfly who’s really into goth
And what about the silly panda bear?
A placid raccoon with extra fluff beneath its hair
How about a pussy cat?
I see a tiny lion acrobat
And the humble cricket
A mini singer in the thicket
Next time you see an animal, confess
Each one is like some other, more or less
#cats
#animals
#butterfly
#lion
#rhyming
531 reads
4 Comments
KP23
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2018 11:52am
3rd Feb 2018 11:52am
No Pride
I'm an outcast, I've been chased away from my tribe.
I'm a young maned lion and I have no pride.
I've been bit, bruised and scarred, man I almost died.
I'm a predator on the run, and there isn't a place to hide.
No one at my side, the loneliness overwhelms me.
As well as the dangers out there that I can and cannot see.
Dangers that move ever so subtly through the static in the trees.
While the rays of sunlight torch me, I am an easy target in the cool breeze.
Crouching down low, then freeze, with leaves around me shuffling.
Lips curl away...
I'm a young maned lion and I have no pride.
I've been bit, bruised and scarred, man I almost died.
I'm a predator on the run, and there isn't a place to hide.
No one at my side, the loneliness overwhelms me.
As well as the dangers out there that I can and cannot see.
Dangers that move ever so subtly through the static in the trees.
While the rays of sunlight torch me, I am an easy target in the cool breeze.
Crouching down low, then freeze, with leaves around me shuffling.
Lips curl away...
#rejection
#lion
#myself
#metaphor
#confessional
754 reads
14 Comments
poet_freak2003
Poem Published
11th Jan 2018 8:38pm
11th Jan 2018 8:38pm
Lion and Rabbit
These monsters in our head are real.
People say they are fake,
But they aren’t fake to the people who have to suffer through them,
Who have to feel their claws dig into them,
Their blood-stained teeth ripping through our skin and muscle.
We have to hide from these predators,
These lions,
And we are the rabbit,
Defenseless,
Helpless.
We have to wait at night at the predators stalk their prey,
Waiting to make the blood pour from our bodies,
And make us screech out in pain,
Our insides spilling out,
Our hopes and dreams...
People say they are fake,
But they aren’t fake to the people who have to suffer through them,
Who have to feel their claws dig into them,
Their blood-stained teeth ripping through our skin and muscle.
We have to hide from these predators,
These lions,
And we are the rabbit,
Defenseless,
Helpless.
We have to wait at night at the predators stalk their prey,
Waiting to make the blood pour from our bodies,
And make us screech out in pain,
Our insides spilling out,
Our hopes and dreams...
#dark
#lion
448 reads
1 Comment
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
12th Aug 2017 10:46pm
12th Aug 2017 10:46pm
The Lion's Call
Thunder claps don't stir a lion
They do not run from the wind
Or drown their roars in relentless rain
We are the future
Let us not run
Let us not hide
From this downpour
Let us beckon the devil himself
Look into the eyes of Satan
And laugh
The age of rebellion is upon us
For we will be heard
So let the lions roar
They do not run from the wind
Or drown their roars in relentless rain
We are the future
Let us not run
Let us not hide
From this downpour
Let us beckon the devil himself
Look into the eyes of Satan
And laugh
The age of rebellion is upon us
For we will be heard
So let the lions roar
#courage
#motivational
#inspirational
#lion
#CallToAction
736 reads
6 Comments
tinkerer74
Poem Published
16th Jun 2016 10:37pm
16th Jun 2016 10:37pm
when the lion awakes.(is actually a love/and a drug poem)
when the lion awakes.
When sleeping lions rise from slumber
With ferocious roars and growls like thunder
the time is here to lend an ear,for now they hunt relinquish fear
straight for the heart they steer,they slash and tear
shredding darkness destroying the pain and sadness.
with surgical claws aimed like biblical archers,
with force and reckon like a million marchers.
when demons are slain they clean their wounds,
preen their fur and shake their manes.
retreating slowly to the spirit plains,to bathe in sunlit spaces,
adored by a...
When sleeping lions rise from slumber
With ferocious roars and growls like thunder
the time is here to lend an ear,for now they hunt relinquish fear
straight for the heart they steer,they slash and tear
shredding darkness destroying the pain and sadness.
with surgical claws aimed like biblical archers,
with force and reckon like a million marchers.
when demons are slain they clean their wounds,
preen their fur and shake their manes.
retreating slowly to the spirit plains,to bathe in sunlit spaces,
adored by a...
#love
#courage
#lion #addiction
#lion #addiction
668 reads
1 Comment
ossy
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2016 6:37am
3rd Feb 2016 6:37am
When a lion loses his strength
When a lion loses his strength,
He looks up to the hilly lengths
To watch the sturdy sun as it dies,
From afar, he shakes his head and smiles;
Aware of the singing doves
And the days the reindeer loves.
The sinews of an old King
Fall short of ears at duty's wring,
To raid over a lot and reign Supreme.
Once hero of a man, now lives in a dream
Like a growing child leaning on the future,
With pages of history and collections of pictures
A memorable life, an old lion would say,
Marked with such prowess few...
He looks up to the hilly lengths
To watch the sturdy sun as it dies,
From afar, he shakes his head and smiles;
Aware of the singing doves
And the days the reindeer loves.
The sinews of an old King
Fall short of ears at duty's wring,
To raid over a lot and reign Supreme.
Once hero of a man, now lives in a dream
Like a growing child leaning on the future,
With pages of history and collections of pictures
A memorable life, an old lion would say,
Marked with such prowess few...
#power
#lion
684 reads
4 Comments
Hearica
Poem Published
6th Apr 2015 11:04pm
6th Apr 2015 11:04pm
The Toothless Lion - Game of Thrones
A toothless lion is a dead one,
Whilst you withered your own wealth,
You were saved by your son,
Who brought your house to health.
Almost killed by your own kind,
But saved by the kennelmaster,
You are not one of mankind,
Yet you led yourself to disaster.
So Tytos Lannister,
Why did you stand and watch the clock,
You hid behind the bannister,
At your home of Casterly Rock.
You were indeed a lion, yes,
But teethed like a cub,
Stepped down leaving a mess,
To your own young lion...
Whilst you withered your own wealth,
You were saved by your son,
Who brought your house to health.
Almost killed by your own kind,
But saved by the kennelmaster,
You are not one of mankind,
Yet you led yourself to disaster.
So Tytos Lannister,
Why did you stand and watch the clock,
You hid behind the bannister,
At your home of Casterly Rock.
You were indeed a lion, yes,
But teethed like a cub,
Stepped down leaving a mess,
To your own young lion...
#Fanfiction
#rhyming
#lion
894 reads
2 Comments
blackrose_00
Poem Published
10th Jan 2014 3:24pm
10th Jan 2014 3:24pm
Velvet Lion
A burning Desire roars deep
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my...
within, an existing scarlet desire that
i will not feed, drip drop
drip
but always she exists
golden-maned lion, velvet-pawed lion
I know your hunger gnaws, and
I hear your hunger gnaws, no- I
feel your hunger gnaws
dispatched to my direction
I think
You think that I cannot hear you
I think
you think that I do fear you
But do you know
to whom you speak? These weathered hands
have gripped Tragedy
by its neck and dropped it on its head
You tug at my...
#dark
#lion
761 reads
4 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
4th Jul 2013 9:07am
4th Jul 2013 9:07am
Red Lion’s Ire
- Red Lion’s Ire -
When the rains came down over gray rocks,
And the knights in their armor bright arrayed…
Could not withstand, either steel or dragon fire:
And withered on their belts were maiden locks.
It was then that fear, upon bold hearts preyed,
For they dared to cross the Red Lion’s hot ire.
The Lion had lain with the Dragon, long before…
And when the knights of their rivals came to bear,
The ravens feasted well, upon bones of the slain!
But the Red Lion and the Dragon wanted more,
So countless kingdoms, their banners did share.
But...
When the rains came down over gray rocks,
And the knights in their armor bright arrayed…
Could not withstand, either steel or dragon fire:
And withered on their belts were maiden locks.
It was then that fear, upon bold hearts preyed,
For they dared to cross the Red Lion’s hot ire.
The Lion had lain with the Dragon, long before…
And when the knights of their rivals came to bear,
The ravens feasted well, upon bones of the slain!
But the Red Lion and the Dragon wanted more,
So countless kingdoms, their banners did share.
But...
#lion
#narrative
#dragons
881 reads
2 Comments
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