Best Lioness Poems
Note : This poem is inspired by the artwork and we chose to focus on it from a mental health perspective and how inner demons can play a significant role in relationships as well as considering siren myth and legend.
I am the eclipsed dawn,
swathed in searing blooms,
hemorrhaging the heat of restless smoke
into perfumed thorns
and sighing thistles ~
whilst aching to be loved
beyond the damage I cast,
like the queen of darkness,
dancing with demons.
Let your exhaustion cascade into me,
all being healed between this madness and rest.
Incessant pull caresses insistent longing;
collapse and captivation fuse to desire.
Flesh and energy intoxicate these bodies
in the time before hunger evaporates.
Death charges on
as you follow me into the stillness.
And what if the first spark of stars
hardened our night into a kingdom
of ice and frost,
of hurt and hollowness ~
would we not remain infatuated lovers,
pouring poison into
the grass that breathes
in chronic colors of this doomed devotion?
Without surrender, we sing in silence,
yet our swooned hearts remain drowsy from swirling strings,
twisting and turning on a surface seared severely by the sun.
What better way to fill the air with the fragrance of our thirst?
Let us fade into the dim fog
as we cosmically flourish ~
a forest of lustrous chaos, unseen, unbound.
Hold me in a cluster of all your stars,
the delicate ones you’ve laminated and fear might scar.
I’ll cradle them in the softest scarves ~
but even roses carry thorns all the way down their stems.
The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.
A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones of me, tunelessly picked out,
until I'm the aching hollow of unamplified sound.
Where do breathing colors of me sleep,
when deadly nights of the air eclipse upon the web once woven by whispers?
Death just a dropped chin and averted eye,
the slow slump of a sinner's stagnant dirge plays out.
Let those cobalt stones cease writings from vicious veins,
where wilting roses dip their thorns in starry puddles with no name.
Now begging for exsanguination of my pain,
the measure of a man captured, still, in expired offerings of disdain.
My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat A bird to eat
Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty You're too pretty
I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish It's in your dish
She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed Her cat food downed
I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep Of a bird's cheep
August 8, 2022
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Monotetra Form
The Guennol Lioness is the most expensive sculpture ever sold at auction.
If she were of another constitution,
which was better suited to our social responsibilities –
a frailty of son,
a defenselessness of husband,
a femininity of man, -
she might be able to hope for an echo of our sympathy,
to become a son, a husband, a man.
Alas,
a strength, a muscularity, a gender certainty,
as well as a looking left dissociation –
rather a detachment from reality than a loss of it -
all of it makes she an alien with no legal right of abode in a here.
But, when no one's looking, I nurse my dreams of her:
the Guennol Lioness is worth its weight in gold.
This is so sensual.
Another Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
07.07.2019
Moist drops evaporate
The predator's focused gaze
The throat quivers of thirst
... water of purity
She knows everything about
- the force of attraction
A fragrant path, her bait
- leads him into temptation
Erotic blushing -
an intimate moment
Heartbeat and
tingling in the stomach
Sensitive and explosive
- A pregnant lioness
06/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Fear has no place in
your heart my little
lioness,
for you are so
brave and strong.
I know the blame
from others will always
be so wrong and fast
but I do know that you
were built to last throughout
the storm
And you are so loving and
warm.
The serpents and their words should really not be heard;
for they are ants compared
to the elephants of ideas
in your head and the gentle strength and wisdom you
so delicately possess.
So my lovely little lioness,
with a heart of gold
and a wonderful tale
to be told some day...
Stand up and be bold
enough to blow the
sour serpents away
with a new roar they
haven’t heard before!
You are so much more.
“Dedicated To My Daughter”
Seasons have more reasons
to celebrate an innovative artist
who speaks in colorful dialects—
when abstract silence kicks in
and suffocates the petals dried
and left as bookmarks
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through
the ashen skies the day
the ink of your soul did flow
in fluorescent hues
across the faceless canvas of life.
You knew the synonymous metaphors
to calm rivers of raging riddles.
Your spirit is like
a supernova colliding in the night,
shining forth with lyrical light.
Words fail to glamorize how
you beautify my world.
You paint with brushstrokes of sincerity,
illuminating the void of vulnerability,
effortlessly curating compassion
with pristine pigments of empathy.
Today and always, I celebrate
the tulip stars that shimmer,
aligning constellations in favor,
to guide you to a poetic sphere
where thoughts splattered
in charcoal and gray
would flicker hope and peace
upon your aesthetic aura,
as time and space cannot steal
the lioness psyche which glows
like periwinkle confetti.
I thank the Universe for your
ethereal existence.
You turn the gloominess of midnights
into rainbow-rinsed radiance,
awakening the sleeping sun
to ascend and unravel
acrylic beams of blissfulness.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.
I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love humanity,
despite our grieving You,
and accepted willingly my
prodigal return with my
heart in joy for You.
I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah. ~
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with quietness
Leaks love, inspired with...
Hunger
It aches her when in slumber
It takes her under
Straddling starvation
now just preying on prayers
stuck in a safari of slayers
The hectic hunt continues
Various emptiness in the same venue
Deadlands. Dead things
Then she sees a man.
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with Quietness
sinks her teeth inspired with
Fresh Meat.
I Am A Lioness
I am an alluring inviting fiery lioness
Many know my heart and my soul is truly uniqueness
My main attraction my long and lushes of tresses
As beauty within my well astonishing body of form
Into the wild-life habitat to which where I do thus roam
My sharp shiny teeth are as strong and bright as life
Whom I am and to many of mankind I cannot describe
Though my carnivorous characteristic traits I can’t hide.
I’m telling you now I’m the ravenous fiery lioness
I clearly thus roam and own this wild-life around and around
With my head held high in the vast land of this wilderness bound
I was minding my own business and oh no found I was trapped
Thus viciously was enraged and fiercely locked in a cage
Then never saw my beloved they put me on display
Fiercely was running away from it all for I frowned in dismay.
Written: Aug. 21, 2015
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My precious was nearly destroyed by an heart breaker
but it was romantically rescued by an heart maker
my strength to trust was nearly gone
lovingly, i have it restored by a miss namely bimbo
Escape from the den of a lioness,
a beautiful kangaroo welcome me into her palace
when i thought that my love life is dead
and that no woman can again equate the balance
money is sweet and marriage is distasteful
those were the vain words of my mouth
cuz i have see too many ladies that are lustful
which weakens my tissues and gives me a bone
i lost a copper but look at the beauty of the silver i have
God have given a great, loving distance companion to my life
to teach me that there are still few that will reject the mark
those whose family not be tear apart
listen to her and be natural about it
you will see how her beauty glows
her inner beauty is far precious than onyx
her gesture like the flock of mount-Gilead's goat
her is a fountain of honey and milk
no other honeycomb is like my beloved words of her lips
i believe GOD is sending her to me
change my regretful believe
Ever since i met you
i wish to end up with someone like you
i am very to have naked the true
but i wish to have a picture you
a large lioness
one name is Cecilia
she has other names
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11/12/2015
Contest - Strand Select 8
Sponsor - Brian Strand
procrastinating is my hobby,
ask
someone if you don't believe me ,
baby i lay around
as i please
&
work at my own leisure,
incredibly you fail
to understand i am me
and
i love more then like the way that i am- gorgeous courageous
coco golden skin,
painfully
i know you feel the threat of
my momentous appeal
keeps
you you & yeah you -- mystified.
guaranteed your days are filled
with shock and frustration,
haa haa hee
how very exciting to me seeing your not as experienced as I,
unlicensed to tame what i'd never give
freely,
repetitiously you've played the game,
failure must be a sweet pill sallowed whole huh?
adequately i compel my strengths -- my naivety makes
my appeal that more interesting,
call me uniquely imperfections
rarely made in to what many can never comprehend,
my life is my dialogue to my very own daily soap opera
la di da da-- it's more then my sultry walk
as i pass you on bye.
in this corrupted jungle
you have to win or be inhibited by
what others may call taboos,
whew weee your so serious,
chasing prey only to tease-- lingering doubts?
catch me-- i bet you can't.
innocently the line's been crossed
yet
speak not of what should be!
only-- this--
is what you'll know ; procrastinating is my hobby!
I Am The Lioness!
(some may be lost on what i wrote&say but ok lol)
Always Me Ayeshah-Copyright©Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
A Thunderous Roar
But Yet With An Accent I Do Adore
Jamaican Speech Synchronized
With A French And Bim Flavor
Locks Beautiful And Blonde
Power, Strength & Spiritual Vibes Surround
With Eyes That Are Turquoise Green
And Words That Are Divine And Clean
Out To Rise Up Mankind
And Free Us From Babylon
Aswan The Lioness
Protector Of The Lair
Empress To The Throne
Positive Vibes, Positive Thinking
Brings A Positive Meaning
To A Positive Life
©Copyright Brian Pierre-Alexander 2005
I am the lioness
My individual unique style
All my hair is worth the while
Beautiful, astonishing form
Wildlife the habitat, where I belong
Teeth as sharp as life
What I am I can not describe
My characteristic traits are not hard for me to hide
For I am the lioness
I roam around
My head's in the clouds
I was mining my own
Then suddenly
Out of the blew
I was trapped
Locked away in a cage
Never to be seen in this world so cold
Thrown away to be on display
While runing away from my own dismay