Poems About Lions Published by Members Recently Online

Amber claws of their paws
Brush the hairstream of air
Each golden superior print
Barreling towards the Spaniard sun

Untangling spilling
Rivers of saffron ribbon
Braiding as they crisscross
In dance of enlightenment

Swooping around each other
Creating a woven splendor
Origami stair escalator
Vined with edible goldenrod

I am waiting below

Styled in a yellow sundress
Ready to bask in vitamin D
My bare feet step onto
The estival golden trail

A rush of glamour ripples ...

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...

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...

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...