Poems about Lions
#lion
Poems about lions and everything they symbolise. Poetry about lions, the king of the jungle and lionesses. The lion as a metaphor for courage, strength and power, along with lion poems about the life of this animal and apex predator.
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Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 5:10am
12th Mar 2021 5:10am
NATO Is The RESTRAINER In 2nd Thessalonians 2.7
Here's the evidence:
NATO has restrained RUSSIA for 70 years !!
If we combine Revelation 13.7 with the first passage(2nd Thess.2.7),
because they are parallel passages (passages about the same thing),
this puts us in the vicinity of WESTERN EUROPE - which is what we want !!
For NATO is a trans-European alliance !!
What is it about Rev.13.7 that i s Europe-centered??
Well, it says, "The BEAST [will make] war against the saints (the Christian countries)..."
This term (the Beast) originates back in Daniel 7.7 onward.
It refers to the "4th...
NATO has restrained RUSSIA for 70 years !!
If we combine Revelation 13.7 with the first passage(2nd Thess.2.7),
because they are parallel passages (passages about the same thing),
this puts us in the vicinity of WESTERN EUROPE - which is what we want !!
For NATO is a trans-European alliance !!
What is it about Rev.13.7 that i s Europe-centered??
Well, it says, "The BEAST [will make] war against the saints (the Christian countries)..."
This term (the Beast) originates back in Daniel 7.7 onward.
It refers to the "4th...
#animals
#lion
#nature
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 3:18pm
25th Feb 2021 3:18pm
the tasmanian tiger
The Tasmanian tiger
The last one died in captivity in 1936
and that was a sad moment for humanity,
added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years.
The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know
how cruel we are.
There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion
based on regrets and unspoken longings.
I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream,
yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky
forever condemning us for what we did.
The last one died in captivity in 1936
and that was a sad moment for humanity,
added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years.
The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know
how cruel we are.
There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion
based on regrets and unspoken longings.
I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream,
yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky
forever condemning us for what we did.
#dogs
#animals
#lion #nature
#lion #nature
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 8:50am
27th Dec 2020 8:50am
nature and love
Nature and love
When a male meets a female and sweet music appears
In the animal world, a jaguar couple stays together for days
but as the mother feels to the sense of motherhood the male leaves
his job is done, and he climbs up his lonely tree.
And it is nature´s way.
Something similar should happen and often, is when a couple
have had a few offspring and the father has brought the bacon home
he has become superfluous.
He is jealous of his sons feels sexually attracted to his daughters,
and fatherly love is an abstraction. The mother...
When a male meets a female and sweet music appears
In the animal world, a jaguar couple stays together for days
but as the mother feels to the sense of motherhood the male leaves
his job is done, and he climbs up his lonely tree.
And it is nature´s way.
Something similar should happen and often, is when a couple
have had a few offspring and the father has brought the bacon home
he has become superfluous.
He is jealous of his sons feels sexually attracted to his daughters,
and fatherly love is an abstraction. The mother...
#cats
#animals
#lion #nature
#lion #nature
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1 Comment
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
8th Sep 2020 2:28am
The River Gorge
With the roar of a mighty lion
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
Ripping through her ebon bone,
You can hear the river cryin’
From great gorges etched in stone.
The scars upon her surface,
Carved by waters running red;
Through her scarlet epidermis,
By the mighty riverbed.
As harsh weather and erosion
Transform the rock back into sand;
With the sound of an explosion
By which many fishes swam.
Churning into motion, dust
From the rusty-colored land;
Returning to the ocean cusp,
From which it once began.
#river
#water
#lion
#nature
#fish
711 reads
25 Comments
Laluma
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 8:52pm
23rd May 2020 8:52pm
Nature's Call
A lion would never ask for help even when in need of it
A very different perspective that speaks to so much whether seen or unseen
The nature of the beast is also its folly
The voice that pierces through these words placing them close to our reach
As people even with the spirit of lions the nature of community can not be escaped
The deeply observant eye that allows this place to be reached so clearly in the mind
Together we rise and fall
Whatever happens happens regardless of how someone may feel
A very different perspective that speaks to so much whether seen or unseen
The nature of the beast is also its folly
The voice that pierces through these words placing them close to our reach
As people even with the spirit of lions the nature of community can not be escaped
The deeply observant eye that allows this place to be reached so clearly in the mind
Together we rise and fall
Whatever happens happens regardless of how someone may feel
#lion
#nature
#fate
#humankind
#luck
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Angeliki
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 9:18am
25th Apr 2020 9:18am
To the beat of the drum
Walk and talk
Against the wall
That we piss on
For naked truth
Red raw request
Never say die
The real conquest
Grunge ways to
The after math.
A million poppies
They are due
For the spirit
Of angels is calling
The calling
Walk to the beat
And your falling
Falling into his heart
I say lord now have me
Drink the blood of Jesus
Sing sing sing
Shot for mercy
Love rests
Holy treaty
The land of Oz
Been thinking lately
A hill of water
lions affair
Come say the angels ...
Against the wall
That we piss on
For naked truth
Red raw request
Never say die
The real conquest
Grunge ways to
The after math.
A million poppies
They are due
For the spirit
Of angels is calling
The calling
Walk to the beat
And your falling
Falling into his heart
I say lord now have me
Drink the blood of Jesus
Sing sing sing
Shot for mercy
Love rests
Holy treaty
The land of Oz
Been thinking lately
A hill of water
lions affair
Come say the angels ...
#water
#lion
#addiction
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dmcdonald
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 4:56am
18th Apr 2020 4:56am
Dandelions
Strewn along the path
Lion's teeth lie unheeded
A wild man's fair boon
Lion's teeth lie unheeded
A wild man's fair boon
#flowers
#lion
#nature #haiku
#nature #haiku
431 reads
3 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 12:39pm
4th Apr 2020 12:39pm
Pride
A hunter prides his trophy kill,
While mother nature mourns a loss.
He selfishly fulfills his thrill,
At another creature’s cost.
How very tough, you are,
Killing in the name of fun!
A lion never stood a chance
Against a semi-automatic gun.
And then you have the gall
To mount its head upon your wall,
To glorify your ignorance—
I'm horrified and appalled.
You’ll make your lion rugs,
While you rape the lion cubs
Of a home they’ll never have,
And a mother’s lion love.
Celebrating...
While mother nature mourns a loss.
He selfishly fulfills his thrill,
At another creature’s cost.
How very tough, you are,
Killing in the name of fun!
A lion never stood a chance
Against a semi-automatic gun.
And then you have the gall
To mount its head upon your wall,
To glorify your ignorance—
I'm horrified and appalled.
You’ll make your lion rugs,
While you rape the lion cubs
Of a home they’ll never have,
And a mother’s lion love.
Celebrating...
#animals
#lion
#vanity
#consumerism
#greed
781 reads
8 Comments
Adzy
Poem Published
26th Aug 2019 8:59pm
26th Aug 2019 8:59pm
The Last Lion
The lion roams the plains
On the prowl, he shows no fear
He is the hunter
Or so it would appear
He's spotted his prey
And moves in to attack
He fails to hear the sound
Of a rifle cocking back
The lion strikes
And makes his kill fast
He thinks the jobs done
But the feeling won't last
He starts eating his catch
But the lion's soon stopped
A quick pull of the trigger
And the lions now dropped
A couple emerge from the bushes
They'd been hiding in cover
They kiss in celebration ...
On the prowl, he shows no fear
He is the hunter
Or so it would appear
He's spotted his prey
And moves in to attack
He fails to hear the sound
Of a rifle cocking back
The lion strikes
And makes his kill fast
He thinks the jobs done
But the feeling won't last
He starts eating his catch
But the lion's soon stopped
A quick pull of the trigger
And the lions now dropped
A couple emerge from the bushes
They'd been hiding in cover
They kiss in celebration ...
#corruption
#violence
#animals
#lion
#nature
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 10:04am
22nd Jul 2019 10:04am
sport hunting
Hunting for sport
It is hard to be a little fox
They have many natural enemies in the forest
Where they live in the hole of an uprooted tree
They have no umbrella for when it rains
No sofa and a TV, but they do have a loving mother
That tries to protect them till adulthood.
Now men on horseback and howling dogs try
To kill them for sport.
Who are these unsightly people chasing a fox?
Till it can run no more and is torn to pieces by
“Man’s best friend “
For this sport, the hunters dress in a red coat
At the table boat...
It is hard to be a little fox
They have many natural enemies in the forest
Where they live in the hole of an uprooted tree
They have no umbrella for when it rains
No sofa and a TV, but they do have a loving mother
That tries to protect them till adulthood.
Now men on horseback and howling dogs try
To kill them for sport.
Who are these unsightly people chasing a fox?
Till it can run no more and is torn to pieces by
“Man’s best friend “
For this sport, the hunters dress in a red coat
At the table boat...
#cats
#lion
#nature
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1 Comment
goldenmyst
Bumped 8th Jun 2019 4:07am
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
3rd Jun 2019 6:24pm
Lioness of the Desert
#marriage
#lion
#sensual #desert
#sensual #desert
663 reads
2 Comments
LennyBlue
Poem Published
17th May 2019 12:49pm
17th May 2019 12:49pm
The Chase
He eyes his prey in the tall hot grass,
Quietly absorbing every move from a safe distance.
But I hide behind a building watching her go to lunch,
Nervously excited,admiring my new desire.
This kill was one of many, Mother Natures law,
Easy pickings from his victims, a beast with a mission
I watch her , I want her, I need her,
But she doesn’t know I’m here.
Closer he gets to his meal of the day,
Smelling the scent of his next prey
The chase is on.
Quietly absorbing every move from a safe distance.
But I hide behind a building watching her go to lunch,
Nervously excited,admiring my new desire.
This kill was one of many, Mother Natures law,
Easy pickings from his victims, a beast with a mission
I watch her , I want her, I need her,
But she doesn’t know I’m here.
Closer he gets to his meal of the day,
Smelling the scent of his next prey
The chase is on.
#lion
410 reads
5 Comments
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