Best Predator Poems
Take AI’s verses
and make them yours,
fake wisdom through
generated synonyms,
stolen from
the thesaurus of thieves.
Maybe there are no pages for
inkless minds
that lack creativity,
or maybe pigments
in their ink have no stability.
Originality comes
from an authentic realm,
so why become a poetic predator,
stealing this pain,
and claiming it
as your own
testimony of healing.
Think twice when
you confuse
my silence as blindness.
I can see through
those soulless words,
that hold no
meaning nor insight.
You influence me to
question if your
quill actually
comprehends the
depths of the
metaphors I’ve woven.
Poetry is not always
defined by iambic pentameters,
nor by syllables
and insincere irony
articulated as
illusive imagery
in your fabricated foolery,
as every stanza is
how a poet perceives the world,
weaving words
into artistic confessions.
A poet’s heart is
graphically
bleeding upon
the edges of a canvas,
sketching sentiments
in shades of scarlet and sangria,
dipped in acute
amaranth acrylic.
You copy generated
text on
your virtual feed,
finding opportunities
to paraphrase someone
else’s personal prose,
yet remain ignorant to
feel their aura
from screens far away
Blood mixed with dirt was still moist on the ground
Traces of battle were scattered around
The man entered slowly, a snare on his face
Trying to hide his contempt and disgrace
Announced by the cheers of the people above
Among all the fighters they showed him most love
Never defeated, no matter the foe
With him they all knew they would soon see a show
The man was all muscle, and seven feet tall
Compared to his size, all the guards appeared small
His skin was tanned golden, his eyes piercing green
His hair long and braided and dark with a sheen
His helmet of metal was fitted just so
His sword and his shield had a rich, shiny glow
A belt made of leather protected his waist
His greaves, thick and sturdy and perfectly laced
Suddenly silent, the crowd had grown still
Awaiting arrival, expecting a thrill
And then there was thunder, the roar of the beast
Declaring his entrance, predicting a feast
The man and the lion began in their game
Predator, prey, they both looked the same
They circled and circled and then in a blink
The cat had attacked him, so anxious to drink
They struggled together, the two locked in war
The crowd cheered them on, hoping for gore
And then he was bitten, the wound on his leg
But he would not fumble and he would not beg
He reached for his weapon so close where it lay
He would not accept this would be his last day
And just as the creature had pounced in the air
He killed the great cat with his sword and a prayer
The fighter stood up with his blood dripping down
The steel of his helmet concealing his frown
The great gladiator continued to reign
Another he killed, one more smile he must feign
(I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem)
Predator
Heartbreak comes in many ways.
The first one will haunt me for all my days.
My every nightmare and dream has your face
to ignite my screams, my heart beat haste.
Time won't heal this shattered trust,
the lies you told of the future “us”.
You used your power and prominence,
used the pulpit as your lance.
You claim God's voice was your own,
“His” words from your lips like honeycomb.
Sweet to the ear, a seductive flow,
still just a child, I didn't know.
Just like a sick soap opera or Lifetime movie, you set your sights, began to groom me.
I feel so foolish and naive looking back …
at seventeen, innocent, easy to attack.
Like the lame and young ones trailing the herd, predators take the straying,easy kill first.
How patient you were, lying in wait.
You took careful steps as if I might escape. Sneaking up on me in plain sight
until your touch, familiar, I didn't fight. Spinning this elaborate fantasy, our destiny. Ordained by God, you made me believe.
Then you struck, like the viper you were,
after years of a patient petting, persistent purr. A velvet vice, an auspicious anchor,
held me captive in false love’s languor.
Then the poisonous venom began its work, you used me in ways that only hurt.
I was a willing, if deceived, participant…
so in love, no evil intent.
Then some wisdom from above,
in the form of family and out of love.
The truth so evident with blinders off,
some won't believe me, will only scoff.
Five years of his amorous attentions,
with promises of forever never failing to mention.
The patina of youth and vicious game of prey, his sick desires for me, began to fade.
You found a limping, more vulnerable gazelle, and knowing this my family tells.
Although I find it hard to trust,
my faith in God is deeper and thus,
He's used this pain to help me find
peace and truth, leaving the past behind.
For my faith is no longer in any man,
and gratefully, never will be again.
Justice on this earth is not guaranteed…
but from his wicked spell I am freed!
At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…
Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.
a red-tailed hawk
swoops down to snatch its prey --
a tiny dog barks.
written 2/20/12 for Charles Henderson's
Juxtaposition Haiku contest
What if all Africans returned home?
The cradle of humankind would be rescued.
The hungry wolves would be kept at bay.
Mother Nature would be preserved.
Even at a high price to pay.
What if all Africans returned home?
Lives of Mama Africa's children in disarray would be saved.
Paradise would be home and never again away.
Self-love would be nurtured and preserved.
Mama's fake lovers would dread that day.
What if all Africans returned home?
Mama's boyfriends' candies, toys, used stuff, pocket change would be saved.
Mama wouldn't need to pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray and pray.
Mama would be the anointed one. Enough, she'd have prayed.
Mama would think of her sad past and simply be gay.
What if all Africans returned home?
Some would return loaded with fury and vengeance for the predator pissed.
Some would return with ideas and tools ready to bray.
Some would return different, having been turned.
Some would return simply gay.
What if all Africans returned home?
Predator, would you be sad and very annoyed?
Predator, would you be in total disarray?
Would you be ready to become the hay?
Or Predator? Would you be simply gay?
Denis DNT
Shanghai, November 2015.
Predator In Me
Lurking in the shadows
Somewhere, hiding in the dark,
I move with such deadly grace
Eyes filled with a glowing spark.
Muscles ripple beneath my coat
Strength to be matched, I know,
Agility and speed as I run
Threaten me, my teeth I’ll show.
Ferocious growl in my throat
A warning, you better take heed,
For I am a great predator
On you, I’ll certainly feed.
So if you are in my territory
You should always watch for me,
As I may not be on the ground
But lurking high up in a tree.
Piqued by the aura of your gleam
You were the hum which broke my vertical solitude
Intruder within the interlude of my vacancy
Through refractions of your eyes, you pulled me in
The wild scents wrap you in silent threat
In no time you possess me through your alluring kiss
I feel the rhythm of my beat, which melting in enigmatic bliss
Manipulated by your shifty flexibility, you stole my universe
Moreover my sanity
Still under your spell, I draw the curiosity
I let my self fall as a feather blown by the wind
You are a natural sedative beneath my subconsciousness
An antidote for my heart, but a toxic to my brain
Inspired by the quote of ALLYWALLY94
an 18 years old female poet who I met in instagram
"He was poison. You were my antidote."
You are running for your life trying to stay alive
You don't know how long you'll be able to survive
Nervousness runs through your heart and mind
Your existence served its purpose but now you're out of time
I know you're probably thinking life is unfair
Because now your spirit is full of despair
The predator wants to rip and claw at your flesh
Leaving behind a graphic mess
His hunger has endless determination
You escaping will be tremendous frustration
His speed increases with every leap
You're the meal that'll put both of you to sleep
Sudden bravery overcomes you and you stop to attack
Until you notice a mysterious figure behind the predator's back;
What is that creature that walks on two
It doesn't resemble the predator or you
I'm at the top of the food chain with unfathomable dominion;
This is a proven fact not a pompous opinion
Hunting the predator that hunts the prey
That's double the food for the day
The predator notices my appearance
He knows I will be a inconvenient interference
Worried for his life he now runs away
Now the predator has become the prey
Mr. Predator never believe that you're superior and there's nothing to fear
I am your oppressor your inferior here!
I am an agile predator of the skies,
I roam the skies fearlessly,
Searching for prey down below;
Just hope I don't see you wandering alone,
Because once I find you,
You better hide, flee or run along;
Once I descend to catch you,
The last thing you will see are my wings,
Bashing air, pinning you down;
The last thing you will smell
Will be your blood spilt;
The last thing you will feel
Will be my claws and beak,
Ripping your flesh, crushing your bones;
Shredding you,
Until your heart starts beating...
It is nature's way being elusive,
Predator and prey alike,
The roles ever changing.
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In this world of God's creation
Even in this wondrous nation
two conditions mark the way
Which one are you
Predator or Prey
Everything eats something
And something eats something else
Money power position and fame
wealth and celebrity are the game
money is the root of evil
and the cause of most upheaval
Wall street wins and brags of gain
Main Street suffers only pain
You may try to play the game
With little chance of gain or fame
More likely suffer loss and pay
Which one are you
Predator or Prey
Among our animals on earth
the search for food consumes each day.
I ask God why he made two counter groups;
carnivore and herbivore-
the two so far apart.
To eat, be eaten- nature's programmed goal
'tween carnivores and herbivores it seems.
While some cause bleeding tears and victim's screams;
with others, trees and grasslands take their toll.
Both plans- far apart:
one brings loss of life and pain;
one consumes earth's greens.
How does God choose which will be
predator or victim bound?
August 31, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Challenge - Write One - Theme: Dark Nature
Sponsor: Broken Wings -
Judged: 09/08/2016
Rules:
1. Epigram, a single thought on two lines- unrhymed -
introducing the theme of your poem
2. Kimo, 3 lines, 10/7/6 syllables
3. Enclosed Rhyme, 4 lines, a/b/b/a
4. Tanka, 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7
5. Title - 3 words from the last line in Tanka
6. Words 'bleeding tears' must be used
7. Should be present tense
PREDATOR
an empty squirrel hole
a chickadee takes refuge
shrike circles the tree
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
I did not eat your little birdie
I did not make it chow
You may be thinking it was me
But it was me no how.