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
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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george4man2box
Poem Published
14th Sep 2018 8:42am
14th Sep 2018 8:42am
The Raw Power Of Natural Phenomena
Vast dynamic catalysts
inaugurated biochemical
(biological), geological,
and/or meteorological
processes, that didst
wax and wane
since time immemorial
before this "FAKE"
pencil neck geek NOT vain
poet law re:hot bubbled
outa (Compton)
primordial ah stew,
(ward) uber urbane,
sans global Pangea some
bajillion years presaging Ukraine
chiseled terra firmae didst reign
from hydrosphere,
(setting the stage
for Matthew Scott
Harris to...
inaugurated biochemical
(biological), geological,
and/or meteorological
processes, that didst
wax and wane
since time immemorial
before this "FAKE"
pencil neck geek NOT vain
poet law re:hot bubbled
outa (Compton)
primordial ah stew,
(ward) uber urbane,
sans global Pangea some
bajillion years presaging Ukraine
chiseled terra firmae didst reign
from hydrosphere,
(setting the stage
for Matthew Scott
Harris to...
#dogs
#cats
#birds
#lion
#bees
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again
Poem Published
13th Sep 2018 5:24am
13th Sep 2018 5:24am
zoo lala and lions f**klala
#lust
#erotic
#animals
#lion
#sexy
464 reads
3 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
20th Aug 2018 5:21am
20th Aug 2018 5:21am
Nine Lives Removed From Royal Dig Nitty ©ß
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws)
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued into kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightening
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got...
Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that gives a clue,
and during my fuzzy past
hence, asthma “Cats Cradle”
segued into kitten hood
fur hum lee established
type cats as (tin pan) alley cat,
a rather litter boxed gritty debut
t'wood become (later in life) tabby
quick as greased lightening
snatching in the air,
when tender vittles flew,
technically got...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#cats
#lion
#nature
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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
600 reads
3 Comments
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
654 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
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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
803 reads
14 Comments
MarqeseDabbs
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2018 1:20am
2nd Feb 2018 1:20am
Cecilia Lion
#erotic
#lion
705 reads
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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
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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
781 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
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