Best Hyena Poems
You sockdologizing old man-trap long decayed
where claws curl tight in dust and brittle bone
your lies are hyenas dancing in the flame
their jaws a rattle tearing flesh to stone
their laughter cracks the silence and the name
of truth that bleeds until the world has grown
as hollow as the bones they gnaw upon
each tooth a dagger that breaks the heart to dawn
beneath your skin a hunger spills and swells
its teeth are rust its eyes a fevered glow
it gnashes bone until the broken tells
of sins that fester deep where no one knows
your hollow self a wind that pulls and wells
the hunger of a lion’s endless throes
and in your voice a low and raspy cry
that cracks the earth and cracks the brittle sky
beneath the skin your hunger splits the bone
its grasp a vice that crushes what it seeks
the stars fall silent cold and overthrown
their light consumed in frantic, bloodstreaked streaks
the air is thick with death and poisoned stone
where hunger howls beneath the shadowed peaks
yet still in your trap the pulse of truth will grind
a seed that's sown then left to twist and rise
your walls of lies are dust beneath the weight
of hunger’s edge and all that once was wise
though still you chase the fading spark of fate
your fingers crushed beneath the weight of mind
from soil once cursed where hate was built to last
the truth will rise unbroken and unmasked
for lies may hunt but truth though torn and scarred
is cut deep and rips your sockdologizing heart trap apart
Categories:
hyena, betrayal, corruption, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Epic
Lurking in the darkest shadows,
she looks for one of us to hound,
trying to catch a little glimpse
as she staggers along and limps
Spittle and drool keeps dripping
from yellow teeth and snarling lips.
She whines and hunches her back
picking out one of us to attack.
Alone because she's made enemies
of those who once pitied her, but
she never let us howl our intentions
and blocked any effort of intervention.
With watchful eyes she tries to be sly
and has an ego that's rude and annoying.
She's always waiting for the chance
to trounce, then do her trophy dance.
She takes swipes and nips at our butts
when she thinks she has the upper hand,
but her whining doesn't matter to us.
Our pack calls her 'the ornery old cuss.'
Let her coo and take those falsetto bows,
and let her think she's a ruling queen,
but we all know she's just a looney hyena
while we laugh at her haughty demeanor.
^. .^
1/31/17
Poetry in an animal's view
contest by Jamie
Categories:
hyena, animal, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
I have picked up a scent, something's been killed
And I can hear my feline foes growling still
I trot off to the scene with bloodthirsty zeal
Hoping to purloin a fresh meal
At the scene, four lionesses are having a feast
On the flesh of a hapless wildebeest
Others from my clan are gathering now
Laughing like crazy and ready to chow
The felines are not ready to give up their kill
A battle ensues and more blood is spilled
The lionesses have no choice but to flee
My laughter is chilling and filled with glee
Then I settle down to enjoy the feast
Having no concerns in the least
But two lions are charging in to settle the score
My bones rattle at the sound of their roar!
7-1-19
Pick a Title, Volume 6, Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chose: The Hyena
Categories:
hyena, africa, cat, nature,
Form:
Personification
Hienas don't taik cair of higeen;
we’r fond of karrion; we drink warm jin
wizaut tonik and we neva uze
ze mornin afta peels.
“Beest's on ze looz!” -
you shaut in panik, raizin flags of truce
over your comfy gravez but we refewz
to uphold dead men rites. Oh, wat a feest
of flesh! Ze dead will neva rest in peast.
14.07.2019
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
hyena, animal, death,
Form:
Personification
For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.
Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.
As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
To viciously raid all the goats;
Eating some and scarring others.
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding.
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
hyena, betrayal, confidence,
Form:
ABC
Hyena
tired and hungry
cried loudly near kraal
saw little hope for a meal
prayed
Categories:
hyena, allegory, america, political,
Form:
Cinquain
Guess my reputation could be sweeter, but hey-
At least I'm not a skunk!
Backbiting scrounger you say?
I like to call it being environmentally friendly;
No waste when I'm around, I can assure you!
I'm not the coolest looking dude in the bush;
hunchbacked, slitty-eyed and spotty
But those alpha females go crazy for my shaggy back.
And what I lack in charm, I make up for in speed and wit.
You should hear the pack cackle at my jokes!
And my chat-up line works a treat:
'Hey darling, I've got a bone to pick with you!'
Survival in sub-Saharan Africa is no laughing matter
But we all have to let our hair down sometimes!
15.07.19
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest : sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
hyena, animal,
Form:
Personification
A little teaser rain
Just reminded me of my childhood
Twice it happened
When the sun was shinning brightly and it was all warm
But then it started raining, the rain fell softly
And disappeared as quickly as it appeared
Lasting less than two minutes
This we called, the hyenas wedding
I guess things happen very quick in the animal kingdom. ...
Categories:
hyena, childhood, image,
Form:
Light Verse
If you see a spotted cheetah
don't touch it or you'll get
quite dotted;
if you see a mottled hyena;
don't make it laugh
or you'll get spotted
Categories:
hyena, animals, children, nature,
Form:
Hey step right up,come on down!
Welcome to Africa!
I'm not like other dogs.
Though I am pleased to eat you!
On second thought,for now,I might just go away.
Because if the lions catch you,I won't be welcomed to stay.
The last thing you'll be hearing is my laughter.
Don't get mad if I think you're but a joke.
My smile is your first sight.
Especially late at night.
I rip zebras apart,nothing is nicer.
Yes I'm greedy with food,but I'm no miser.
That is unless you have a mane and roar all day.
Because I'll only share with family anyway.
I have two faces with many traces.
I hunt in the day,you see.
But don't let that deceive you.
Your beliefs will succeed to show you that it's true,I'm a carcass theif!
Looks like Simba won't be eating you tonight!
I think life is a joke,a comedy.
Smiles are my religion!
And I'll make a mockery of you until I'm gone!
I take nothing seriously.
Not like I can anyway so,I just give in to it.
You'll never hear me speak,I've been cursed with never ending laughter!
No one will ever see the true sadness in my tears of joy.
Though if I die,I'll never be defeated!
Because I'll have the last laugh!
Sponsor:Edward Ibeh
Title:The Hyena
Date:6/28/19
Categories:
hyena, animal,
Form:
Personification
Not happy was Nina Hyena
Lost had her smile - her grin
I search all the day
To find it - she’d say
A very bad way she was in
To lions went Nina Hyena
To tigers she went too
She wanted to know
Where a smile can go
Neither lion or tiger knew
To others went Nina Hyena
She looked for someone wise
Above in a tree
Said a chimpanzee
At the river the answer lies!
Now happy is Nina Hyena
Back has her grin - her smile
Try looking inside
As there it can hide
Suggested a kind crocodile
Categories:
hyena, animals, children, funnyhappy, happy,
Form:
Rhyme
A HUNCHED BACKED MOBSTER
It’s sunset in late afternoon, where towards a water pan,
A pride of lionesses, approach with a much rehearsed plan,
Followed by a clan of mobsters,
Hyenas cackling luridly like monsters,
All wanted the impala buck, upon seeing them he ran!
The impala was unfortunately no match for these fierce lions,
Nor the clan of hyenas running after them in defiance,
The lions caught it with a crunch,
But the hyenas wanted this munch,
A stand-off between two enemies, who have no alliance.
Hyenas with much stronger jaws and now many in number
Threatened the lions, who did not fancy forever to slumber,
And decided to not argue this kill,
Hyenas hunchbacked, thick necked, will
Now demolish this meal, free from any lion encumber.
The Hyena a predator and scavenger with intense criminal intent,
Classed as a species of only few, the Hyaenidae, this meant,
Was regarded neither as dog or cat,
A thief, a lowlife, a rat,
A brazen mobster, who leaves behind him a rancid scent!
FOOT NOTE
But should hyenas bump into the king of the bush and his brother at the Kruger National Park,
Visitors, will be in awe as hyenas back off, outgunned and outwitted,
They will slink away!
Categories:
hyena, animal,
Form:
Limerick
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of sanity
for more than five hours at a
time is long and sometimes silent
though not often still
water runs expressing her course
having no authority to deepen herself at will
lounging on one side and then the other
banks holding sway with the river just because
trees morph into faces anciently lined
anthropomorphism clearly reigns in our
consciousness, construes something out of
no-thing is why we are all here
laughing like a hyena comes naturally
to those deprived of truth
for more than five hours at a
time is illusory and definitely not the truth
may you have your way with all of it...
Categories:
hyena, inspiration,
Form:
Blank verse
I‘m not a dog or cat in the area,
I am a carnivore in Africa;
I really roam to look for food to eat,
You cannot evade my sharp and tough teeth.
I run through ungulate herds in order
To select a victim to devour;
I hunt for precious prey just to attack,
I am highly wise and cleverly smart.
I am social and known as scavenger,
Although in truth I am a predator;
I frequently steal fresh kills from lions,
I want to challenge Komodo dragons.
I show less restraint, Lioness, beware!
Making an attempt at a takeover;
I drive off larger predators from kills,
I consume dinner with my superb skills.
Male Lions, If you threaten me with force,
I call my buddies to make matters worse;
You will run away with forlorn aura,
I’m winner because I’m the Hyena.
Date: July 6, 2019
Title chosen: The Hyena
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Contest Title: Pick A Title, Vol. 6-Personification-Poetry Contest
Contest Judged: 7/20/2019 10:08:00 AM
2nd Place
Categories:
hyena, animal,
Form:
Personification
Feral Exchange
I am well spotted and nasty and do not mind that description
Will gather my fortune whatever is your inappropriate depiction
Dig my teeth into your body and soul straight down to the bone
Leave my scent on your remains with a well-executed stepping stone
Once we hunted together and I took your lead and compassion
Now I chose to digest you in the most vicious contemptible fashion
Watch the smile in my fangs cutting deep into blood and intestine
Straight in the open with no secrets nor lies or honesty clandestine
A hyena must live up to her promise of laughing when stressed
Revenge and retribution is delivered with vengeance at best
Hurt is written on my posture and demeanour when I tear into carrion
I am the epitome of self-righteousness so please don’t call me vulgarian
When I stand upright above your decay you will fall on my sword
As a reward for finding me repulsive now but once had me adored
I’ll clean you because out a divorce is such an opportune affair
To thrive on your misfortune whereas I am cultured and debonair
You got me wrong folks I’m not dirty only clean up after the act
To call me foul or unsocial is totally wrong and dishonestly inexact
Know why I attack my once glorious protector it’s because I can
I got you cold out of balance and that has always been my master plan
‘Oh dear ex fellow hyena you might have forgotten one miniscule detail
In some sense only I’m quite similar to you and can rip out your entrails
But I won’t let’s be clear about virtuous living and ethical behaviour
By retorting with similar greed I would merely be your victim role saviour’
‘I am also a hyena in a way that most humans will never comprehend
Simply because they are your models of ignorance and I will remand
You in your own prison meanwhile I found myself another cuddly companion
Go sharpen your claws if you want but I’ll feast on love and kind understanding’
01st July 2019
Pick a Title Vol 6 Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hyena
Categories:
hyena, psychological,
Form:
Personification