Long Poems About Lions
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Long poems about lions. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 1:21am
3rd May 2022 1:21am
never satisfied
#lion
#nature
#tragedy
#suffering
#hypocrisy
373 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
Lioness of the Desert
#marriage
#lion
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
629 reads
2 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
6th Oct 2018 4:14am
6th Oct 2018 4:14am
GOD AS THE FIRST DARWINIST (Genesis 1)
In Genesis chapter one God presents Himself as a DARWINIST.
For Darwin said that Nature created life (the great variety of species) thru "Natural Selection".
Well God in Genesis One says something similar.
According to verse 20, "God said, 'Let the waters BRING FORTH the moving creatures that have life..'"
Then verse 24 continues,"Let the earth bring forth the living creatures.."
Now if we take "the waters" and "the earth" together, they add up to NATURE.
So God the Creator is turning the work of creating life and all the species over Nature !! ...
For Darwin said that Nature created life (the great variety of species) thru "Natural Selection".
Well God in Genesis One says something similar.
According to verse 20, "God said, 'Let the waters BRING FORTH the moving creatures that have life..'"
Then verse 24 continues,"Let the earth bring forth the living creatures.."
Now if we take "the waters" and "the earth" together, they add up to NATURE.
So God the Creator is turning the work of creating life and all the species over Nature !! ...
#birds
#lion
#nature #fish
#nature #fish
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
9th Jun 2018 11:06am
Skeleton Coast
Skeleton Coast
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
Tan dunes loom over the beach as waves rhythmically roll crashing in succession leaving a bubbly froth which recedes back into the blue sea.
Hermit crabs scuttle across the sand seeking refuge in the cool ocean waters. The sun burns hot in the sky as the wind whips the sand from the Namib Desert across the beach.
The old woman keeps watch from behind the dunes. A figure starts to emerge before her terrified eyes. A lion prowls the desolate coast for food. The old woman is well versed in the art of animal talk having grown up quite fey....
#Africa
#lion
#graveyard
566 reads
3 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
763 reads
14 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
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1 Comment
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