Best Fittest Poems
I gaze up at the pellucid sky
a red tailed hawk is flying high;
it scans for prey, which soon may die ...
rabbits run for your life I want to cry!
I watch transfixed, I am spellbound
and watch it swoop, without a sound,
perhaps its next meal has been found -
with luck its prey flees underground.
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Categories:
fittest, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
And the animals that roam free what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Hard to watch!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
fittest, beautiful, sad,
Form:
Limerick
—the journey of a herd of mustangs in a picture on the wall—
The story begins with two stallions at the water’s edge, facing each other. When one of the stallions irritated, impatiently hits the surface of water with his hoof, the splashes of the water fly all over in the air as if it’s a declaration of merciless war. Then a ghastly fight has begun between two of them. They bite, kick, and wrestle each other in the shallow water to defeat one another. Each time one attacks his opponent, they raise high in the air with hind legs, they shake their gorgeous manes and necks, their muscle quake, and the blood spouts out from their shoulders.
After the long and bloody fight is over and the one who lost in battle draws back, the victor marches in triumph to the herd of mustangs. Nevertheless, the high and intermittent background music and splashing wavelets on the water’s edge scenery introduce the tension and suggest ever-ending darkness to come. They run down the stream while pushing each other as if they were compelled by the fate, which is invisible, or to say that they were driven by some evil but absolute power that is unavoidable. They pass through the deserted field; they swim to cross the rushing stream as if silvery dolphin in the water; they strut through the fog as if they were Pegasus galloping on the cloud; they even dash through the blazing fire like the Phoenix rising from cold ashes. The victor, now, dives into bottomless water before his many followers for a long journey; yet, the destination unknown.
Categories:
fittest, allegory, horse, imagination, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet,
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world
We all live in
Categories:
fittest, adventure, autumn, childhood, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
*Round One of an anticipated Twelve Round Bout*
With Special Guest Referee: Pyotr Kropotkin
And Everyone's Favorite Ring Girl: Leo Tolstoi
Postproduction by: Herbert Spencer and Rupert Murdoch
---//---
I'm gonna toss you away
To the crocs someday,
- And that's when I'll say:
"Try surviving through this!"
"Without receiving my aid!"
"If you think you're so 'fit' - Why not try to prove it?!"
I'm sure you're gonna say:
"Bu-bu-bu!"
"But wait! "
"I don't even know the difference between
'Darwin's theories on evolution'
and 'Social Darwinism'!"
- To which I'll likely refrain:
"Yeah-yeah-yeah;
That's what they always claim,
When they have one foot stuck in a mouth
And another foot bound for the grave..."
Categories:
fittest, dark, dedication, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
Bout the animals that roam free, what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Categories:
fittest, animal,
Form:
Limerick
Poor Mr. Darwin
If only he could know
That genus homo (sapiens)
Created modern medicine
And that old familiar adage
Has virtually died
No room for natural selection
When a low zygote mortality rate
Gives them such great pride
They don’t purify our gene pool
But pollute it
With that ignorant and inhumane
Save the ‘baby’ campaign
And lest you think ‘eugenics’
So very wrong you’d be
The point is not control of life
But letting nature be
And this includes the right to choose
For those who bear the weight
To opt to grow the fruit
Is our responsibility
And if we do not change the course
And live sustainably
An optimistic omni-view
Should clear Charles’ frowning face
They said on ‘Wild Wild World of Animals’
“Evolutionary errors are quickly erased”
Categories:
fittest, abortion, environment, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Nesting season will soon be over
Fledglings are peeking over the edges
Yearning to join their parents in flight
Nesting season will soon be over,
While feral cats await like ugly vultures
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
Nesting season will soon be over
Fledglings are peeking over the edges.
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
On fluttering wings, ill-prepared to fly
Until darkness hides them in thick hedges
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
Mother Nature spares only the strongest
While the weaker chicks are doomed
Innocent young chicks unknowing descend
On fluttering wings, ill-prepared to fly.
While the weaker chicks are doomed
The stronger climb inside the camouflage
Flapping their wings to gain strength,
While the weaker chicks are doomed
Sunrise, they leap from the covering green
Flapping with all their might, take flight
While the weaker chicks are doomed
The stronger climb inside the camouflage.
[Interlocking Triolets inspired by
a poem using the form by Emile Pinet]
Written May 16, 2021
Categories:
fittest, bird, flying, nature,
Form:
Triolet
Survival of the fittest
A bird on a branch, reflecting on existence;
Realizing everything it thought it knew about mortality,
Was really just how to show its own ignorance.
No possibility of death as it rides upon the wind so free;
Flying so high above the land,
That nothing could bring this day to an end
And there is still so much more to see.
An idea of creation so profound that it seemed the only truth,
But all it knew has come apart
And it has lost faith in all that which it views.
Everything has changed in the blink of an eye
And a stitch in time is not saving; it is slipping and sliding,
As the bird falls down from way up on high.
The friend it saw only yesterday has disappeared from its mind’s eye.
Gone in a second of time, its wings no longer flap
And the rotting flesh is more or less a piece of magpie pie.
Gone from its sight; no conversation in the morning light.
No dawn chorus, no warning; no more soaring.
Just a ghost of a life that has passed it by.
Eaten alive by the cat in the night;
The bird that no longer sings is no longer spotted flying high.
For that is that; it has no goodbyes,
So the bird rises from its branch and flies,
Up into in the great blue sky.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
fittest, animal, bird, death, flying,
Form:
(Part 4 of 4)
Its Prophecies Are Coming ...Truer Than Any Legends'
They Are Parading Thru Time, Down To Us Like Pageants
Slashing A Path Across Fairy Tale Slander & Pagan Lies
But Those Who Read It & Believe Won't Be Surprised
... Then Past Armageddon's Aftermath
When Christ's Millennial Dawn Rises At Last
There'll Be New Scrolls Opened To Pave The Task
In The Journey Of Life On Forever's Path
(Rev. 20: 12, 13)
Down Thru The Ages of Our Histories
The Survivor Stands Thru Time, Victoriously
The Survivor Stands Triumphant Over Its Enemies
Against All Odds - It Wins Hands Down, Honorably
The Survivor Says: 'They Will Never Get Rid of Me!
For I Am GOD's Word ... Unto Eternity'
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Categories:
fittest, bible,
Form:
Epic
Darwin's survival of the fittest
Could speak of the rarest
Then why not of love?
Which is talk of the town.
Behind the bushes, above the hills
I find the couples opening seal
Outing and dating they name it
Body for All, they say it.
A sheer lust I see in both
The unending formalities in growth
The gorgeous and dirtiest
The fabulous and funniest.
Soothing pleasure and softening postures
Groaning and moaning creatures
Sleeping days and weeping nights
Remembering dates, lateral fights.
Come on, you are not so rich
So clean to go with this.....t
You gotta stop it at this
As you will be nowhere running on this.
A revival is expected for love
The real Marvel and Spencer's love
For you can destroy the word love
But not the meaning of love.
Here is the time for the fittest
To return, surrender and revive
Either be in it and perish
Or come out and flourish.
Dated 10th September 2016.
Categories:
fittest, fashion, funny love, future,
Form:
Blank verse
We act so different from them.
We have more complex minds, more,
Intricate ways of work.
They live, to support, to reproduce, to eat, drink, survive.
They feast don’t feast their desire, they fend for themselves among the selfish wolves of their pack.
Sound familiar?
One thing that’s different between us,
Is that we have a mind so grand, so complex upon the oceans of beings sprawled all around us, but.
What they have, is a mind, hidden from the truth, or, a mind only full of truth.
Categories:
fittest, confidence, conflict, corruption, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Emptiness thrives
Boredom conquers
Anxiety settles in
I enter the rat race
Categories:
fittest, how i feel,
Form:
Blank verse
Survival Of The Fittest
By: Miracle Man
11-22-2019
The sun plays peek a boo through a mottled sky,
And a Red Hawk circles in it’s lofty search.
Espying no movement in the grass from on high,
It returns from aloft to it’s dead tree perch.
Most times it searches from a high altitude,
Constantly looking for its next unwary prey.
It spends endless hours foraging for food,
In hopes of surviving for another day.
Survival of the fittest is the name of the game,
The Red Hawk kills striving to stay alive.
I suppose all creatures were gifted the same,
We do what life requires to just to survive.
“The surprising thing about young fools
is how many survive to become old fools.”
Doug Larsen
Categories:
fittest, bird, life,
Form:
Lyric
Behold! Folks battle against
piety,race and land
Compatriots breath last
at our feet in war field
Most discerning creatures
survived on Earth for ages
What unfortunate genes we possessed
behave us brutal shameless beasts
Let's build our path to forever exist
like one tribe on this mother planet
Declare a flawless hope for successions
getting rid of our greed with arrogance
Let's link our hands together as one voice
war against poverty, pollution and epidemics
By Swarnapali Liyanage
Categories:
fittest, inspirational
Form:
Sonnet