Best Cub Poems
Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown
and at a distance, I can see the why
of your abandonment, the birds of prey.
I’ve saved you, but you’re causing me to cry:
serrated weapons, Nature’s passion-play,
as blood-attracted sharks, still circling, wait:
I sense the breath-starved fright that made you flee,
those teeth, those claws, you were their blameless bait.
You can’t yet comprehend that you are free.
I see the wounds, some healed, some raw and new,
they're deep, beyond the matted fur and skin.
Four little paws, so tender, sprawled askew,
I seem to feel that you and I are kin.
You mark each move. Mistrustful eyes, so green,
incapable of rest, stir to suggest
you'll try to bite if I will try to clean
the bloodclots, so I hug you to my chest.
You flinch to feel my cuddle. Have I planned
some fiendish way to torture you anew?
The tiny space your wretched life has spanned
has taught you only suffering is your due.
Careful now, I’ll wrap you in a cloth,
And whisper words you cannot comprehend.
Oh tiny one, you're no more than a moth!
It’s alright now. You’ve come across a friend.
Your warmth is blossoming against my breast.
I want to teach you gentleness and calm.
There’s nothing here to threaten you: so rest,
You’re safe now from anxiety and harm.
I'll guard you through the night until you sleep,
until the chesty wheezing eases up.
This is protectiveness, it's seated deep:
I’ll always help a vulnerable pup.
Your heart is racing hard against my hand,
awaiting pain, as wizened captives do.
Believe me, Little One, I understand.
For I have been a broken prisoner, too.
***
May 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
cub, analogy, animal, hurt, metaphor,
Form:
Quatrain
Blinking away the last vestiges of slumber,
the cub takes a few tentative steps,
her paws sinking into the soft,
loamy soil.
With each cautious movement,
she pauses,
her small nose twitching,
as she samples the myriad of scents,
that permeate the forest.
The world beyond the den,
is a wondrous tapestry of sights,
sounds, and sensations,
and the cub's dark eyes shine with a curious, innocent wonder.
Emboldened by the familiar surroundings,
the cub ventures a bit farther,
her gaze fixed on a butterfly that dances,
just out of reach.
She crouches low,
her hindquarters wiggling in anticipation,
before springing forward in a clumsy leap,
her paws kicking up a flurry of debris.
The butterfly evades her grasp,
but the cub's joyful grunts echo,
through the tranquil forest,
a scene to her unbridled enthusiasm.
Categories:
cub, animal, beautiful, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Free verse
Hey fox cub whaur will ye play the day?
The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold
leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm
.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother,
stay close little one theres a storm coming.
(c)Andrew Mcintyre.
Categories:
cub, analogy, animal, cute, storm,
Form:
Pastoral
Mr. Cub, take me out to the ballgame!
A Chicago Cubs-Fan Prayer!
In nomine patri et fili spiritu of Ron Santo
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks!
Let us play, TWO!
Our Father, who art in Wrigley Field Hallowed be thy name on those ivy covered Brick-house walls
Thy new stadium will come, the owners will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven to sit in the sun with the bleacher-bums
Give us this day our daily dread, but remove those lights that some say offend
And forgive us our trespasses for trading our best hitters and aces
As we forgive those same players who then come back, and rub it in our faces
Lead us not, into tenth inning disgraces, and worst of all, with men left on bases
Deliver us from evil and finishing in last place
And Caray us on to win the pennant race
All's we're ask ‘in for is a couple a more runs with three men on base
Bring us oh Lord a world series trophy, or it won't be long before were all dopey!
Our faith be rich, but our pockets are poor, because most of us can't afford a dog or a couple a beers in here!
Our spirit lives on and we know no fear, so whaddya say we lose the, "wait till next year"!
Mr. Cub is rounding third and headed for home, one more time on this hallowed ground, but we still need a closer for a Cubs World Series win!
Ronny made the call to one of their friends, "send in the saver, Ernie can't do it all"!
Now the "LORD's" in the line-up, and Mr. Cub just handed him the ball!
Let us all give thanks for Ernie Banks! AMEN!
Categories:
cub, baseball, childhood, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
My curvy bouncy young mum bump
Of unjoy pump by punk guy jump
You wormy crony cuckoo cyborg of my numb womb grow
My ovum mock your wrong grown coup
Go mourn by of onyx orgy you grow
From crummy mob of gory cum you bourn
No cub run cry mummy for you my young unborn
No young curvy bouncy puppy boy by norm
Upon gun my coy gown for fun won
Now burn or bury my crow cow born
Categories:
cub, childhood, funeral, mum,
Form:
Verse
Too blind to play baseball
Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
No future in sports at all
Those who can't do, teach
Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...
A microphone in one hand
A can of Bud in the other
Harry Caray, the fans' favorite
Every beer guzzler's brother
_______________________________________
*Budweiser Beer
Categories:
cub, baseball, drink, games, people,
Form:
Ode
Limerick: Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
for Commandant Cousteau’s son
Once a Mom Tigress spurned her lame-born cub
Wild Life Champ admitted cub to his club
Took cub under his wing
Till she could wildly spring:
Club members now learn to swing the knobbed club.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
cub, animal,
Form:
Limerick
Continued:
So, there I was on the porch standing in shock
This Big Mama Bear sitting right in front of me
On her butt on the grass! Just feet away!
I thought something was wrong with her
It was a hot day, she was breathing heavy
I tried to open the door a little to get a photo
But my hands were shaking and my heart racing
As she moved, I couldn’t keep it steady
I was in a ‘once in a life time moment’ right then
I had never been so close to a bear that big
Then she got up and I realized she was ok
She turned around to walk across the yard
As I fumbled with the door still shaking….
I finally got a photo, from behind in the distance
-----As she entered the trees to leave---
----I said goodbye to my friends---
----Until next time---
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
Categories:
cub, animal,
Form:
Free verse
There once was this gal – much older
And I being young but bolder
Took hold of her hand
Said I am your man
But she gave me the old cold shoulder
Now I – being not a quitter
Thought how am I going to get her
I must make her mine
The very next time
My parents get a baby sitter
Written - 6/19/11 by mdailey
For Dr. Mehta's contest - Cougar Effect
Categories:
cub, childhood, fantasy, love, passion,
Form:
Limerick
I was relaxing on the deck when I heard the rustle in the trees
I turned around to see my visitor friend standing on my lawn
Looking at me a bit, before turning around to go out back
So, I followed in a rush through the house to get another look
I stepped onto the side porch to look and to my surprise…
--A big mother bear was sitting down in the grass--
She was just off the steps in front of me, breathing with a huff!
---- My friend was just a cub---!
Heidi Sands
6/16/17
I couldn't figure out how to get the second photo in with this one , of the mother walking away in a bit of distance.
Categories:
cub, animal,
Form:
Free verse
>> cucumber thinks hes so ..... cute
lying in a bed of ~ lettuce in his birthday ... suit
along comes >>> carrot and >>> celery to ~ squawk
you may ..... talk .. the .. talk but can you .. walk ... the ....... walk
just then >>> banana's prices started to ^^^ rise
oh that son of an ~ mango ...... he too was suprised
nuts ~ and ~ fruits ... was to fancy his ........ plate
poor ole >>>>> potato was just to dam ............ late
Categories:
cub, adventure, fantasy, funny, health,
Form:
Rhyme
He was born with 5 others in the cave
at first, blind, small and helpless
relying on his mother for his needs
just a little ball of fur and limbs
Swiftly he grew, doubling in size weekly
now taking an interest in his surroundings
tumbling and rough housing with his siblings
learning all he would need to know
His mother started to bring back prey still alive
so they could practice their catch and kill skills
each day he explored a bit further away
excited by the sights, sounds and smells.
At six months he left his mother and siblings
now he was on his own with territory to find
he was not yet strong enough to fight others
so prime territory, at present, out of question
Becoming nomadic he ranged far and wide
returning sometimes for a day or two
just biding his time as he filled out
the following spring it was now his time.
He returned to the valley and challenged,
soon met by the male who ruled here
they fought very evenly matched for hours
At last our cub was the victor of all
Not knowing that his rival had been his dad
for such is nature, red in tooth and claw
savage yes, but the fittest must survive
To ensure the prosperity of future generations.
I have deliberately not said what animal I wrote this about but left it open to reader
interpretation.
Categories:
cub, animal, nature,
Form:
Free verse
A lioness calls out as she walked slowly towards her cub
Who lay silently behind the shrub
But her calls went unanswered, there was no reply
By the fangs of a viper the poor cub had died
The mother licked her cub hoping it would move
But the stillness of death could not be removed
She called..... and she called...... until the sun set
The grief of that lioness was hard to forget
After a while the big cat reluctantly moved on
But she looked back one last time, and then she was gone
Categories:
cub, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
baby bear comes back
playing around in the trees
scratched bark and bear hugs
Heidi Sands
7/19/22
* This is the second time since the wildfire, the cub has been around without a mother.
Categories:
cub, animal, appreciation, fun,
Form:
Haiku
She held on for the sake of her cub.
Who held on with her for many days.
The iceberg got smaller and smaller.
She knew her cub would not make it.
She tossed him into the ocean first.
Joining him at the bottom soon after.
Glad it was over.
Categories:
cub, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse