Best Savannas Poems

Consummated under sheets of inspiration,
Conceived in cryptic dreams,
Created from cloudy concentrations,
The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper.

I concealed the verse under my pillow,
Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber,
Safe from grating barbarians.
For I do not reside in a steel fortress.

But the poem demanded breath,
And I...

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I am Africa, the cradle of mankind,
Where ancient footprints in the sands of time entwined,
The birthplace of humanity, divinely designed,
In my esteemed valleys, where life first aligned.

I am Africa, the cradle of civilization,
Where mighty empires rose with determination,
From the ancient Egypt's pyramids to the Great...

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We can try to hide it
Most will attempt to push the thoughts down
We’re not naturally virtuous creatures
It’s quite the contrary - we’re monsters deep down

From the savannas we arose
Fighting fiercely to survive
Selfish, instinctive, amoral, and impulsive
Ironically, that's why we’re alive

We were forged in the primordial...

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The sun still rises,
Savannas awaken with hoots,
Life breathes, heart still beats....

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Drink the Namibia Countryside 

Namibia a West African country, on the Atlantic coast
Namibia’s beauty is wonderfully surreal and alluring,
With endless savannah and bushland 
With most stunning landscapes in Africa, 
with acres of ocean shores, woodland savannas,
With game-rich grasslands and a semi-arid Central Plateau
lonely desert roads...

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(African populations are being killed off by war,
famine, disease, and neglect...when will we try to help them?)

Time,
stretching out, encompasses curtains,
on distant savannas, of shimmering heat.
And animals vanish:
ibex and antelope; elephant; grouse.
Here once, now going or gone.
Time vanishes now.

Moldering greenery, mute,
moves mainly in wind --
pliant life,...

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The zealous zebra
Roams in savannas and eats
Grass - white stripes shimmer...

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Spare a thought
For buffaloes, bulls and bears groaning, mourning, starving
Under your collar don’t blow hot
Making rivers and rodents sad, carving 

Space and time you don’t own
Encroaching on privileges animals and plants possess
In their comfort and discomfort zone
You dare to distress and stress

Best to minimize the...

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OH !AFRICA.

Alone  I stand  on  foreign  land,
My  home  is  here, my  heart  not  true,
Oh ! Africa, your soul  I crave.

Through  destiny,  my  pathway ‘s made,
Where eagles rest  on  mountain...

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It`s always inspiring to be strong in appearance,
Brave to catch up the essentiality of the sun.
How marvelous the wind blows to beat the sensations as one.
Yes, the pride is deep for BLACK skin to have fun.
The complexion is natural to be undermined,
Are you black?
Don`t be...

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Watch out all you kiddies
Or I'll bite off your face
I'm a nasty baboon
It's my favourite taste

I'm usually quite cranky
Not a happy old soul
Chew on dead carcasses
Eat cheetahs whole

Why am I so ornery
It's the baboon's way
Reared on the savannas
Fight for life each day

You'd be cranky too
With...

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A classroom of wonders of earth and space
Eons ago a few hundred, the human race
Mankind comes out of African Savannas of gold
One color, one people, a tale to unfold
And perhaps guided by one love 
The fertile land below the sky above
Quakes have not yet parted...

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There was a giraffe
living somewhere in the savannas
a nightmare was its confusing life
laughable its appearance
   Bits of its head dotted the body
the tail and bones had bits of the head
most of the legs were made up of head
and the external brain gave essence...

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A Bed of Hay

Across the fields a long time ago,
Where sparrows flew and lilies grew,
I skipped in play oblivious to hate,
And ran with the wind and sang with the beasts.

And slept on a bed of hay in America,
And dreamed of my home in Africa,
Where my...

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Picky child I was
before & still am as
I’m writing this
picky, petite poem –

I am different
now…I’ve changed for
the better, though
it was a challenging
chore
Clever and cheery
teenager I am in the
present and past,
getting used to
foods I once didn’t
adore 
Kangaroos hop with
hope happily, tigers
hunt wildly &
sneakily, cats meow
for people...

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