Best Serengeti Poems
let go
the reigns of love
for love is
a curious
enough to
follow you
through the heart of Serengeti
unto a path of clearing
stealthily stalking
grasses of gold disguise him....
serengeti king
streaks of black and white
pounding out panic's pursuit....
dusty clouds of fear
weaklings fall away
struggle vainly to survive....
nature roars aloud
The lion gently lies down upon the grass
With great caution he surveys the vast plains ahead of him
What will he have for his noonday snack?
What will he have for breakfast tomorrow too?
He spots a hyena and a resting zebra
He contemplates the two choices…
"tsk…tsk…tsk…eenie, meanie, miney, moe!"
"Which one should I choose?"
The zebra looks so inviting with his contrasting colors
The hyena looks drab and boring but has a lighter flavor
Licking his chops he slowly gets up to pounce his noonday treat
The lion marches off into the Serengeti plains
He abandons his two choices for lunch and decides to go fishing instead
"Everything has a new perspective immediately after I go swimming"
Boy, this lion sure knows how to clear a pond
Hippos jump up from their muddy happiness
And make way for the edge of the plain
Even the crocodiles clear a path for the King of the Jungle
There he goes again exuding all his strength!
The lion finishes his afternoon swim and goes back to his sovereign spot
There he reminisces and begins pondering again
"Hmmm, what shall I have to eat? "
It’s a Serengeti kind of thing!
He is the King of the Jungle after all!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
11-16-14
Driving through the Serengeti plains
twilight started to fall over the land
Then in the blink of an eye night falls
no slow fading of light just darkness
The full moon comes out and reveals
the sky awash with rainbows of colour
all left behind by the glowing setting sun
bathing all of the plains with technicolour
written 08/04/2013
contest poem about sunset
Across the green Serengeti land, don't you know
A big road is being built to carry the filth
O where will the wide beasts now go, ever go
Shall we speak, shall we speak or die in guilt?
Cho.
O mother, I cannot sleep
Don't you know night and is just the same
I drink my tears as I weep
I drink my tears as I weep
You got a new man, and it is such a shame
He can't to us a promise keep
Papa, I can't sleep
This man does not love's promise keep
Serengeti, the eternal Eden, is all we creatures know
But the big trucks soon will be killing there
And no longer a river of antelope will flow, will flow
While the lions and deer disappear, disappear
O my green Serengeti, I am weeping for you, for you
I am begging the world to forbid your death
I am begging the world to march with a rage so true
O sweet sanctuary, I am sad, sad with regret
How can I be silent when I hear her cry, do you hear
The muffled sounds of the strangling rape
The vampire needs her blood for a cell phone vein, beware
For twitter is silent while our mother is raped
[They are about to mine the Serengeti, the largest animal sanctuary in Tanzania, for
minerals to make cell phones. They have began the building of a commercial freeway
through its center for trucks. Poets, nature lovers, ecologists, Christians cannot
know this and do nothing ... every Congressman must be implored, every news
paper editor must be solicited, it is our own life we are fighting for. Protect the
Serengeti!]
The misty morning ~.
awakens, lavender hues ~.~
thrive before dawn breaks ~.
The rains in fall on the Serengeti lands
It's impending approach is in natures plans
From barren to lush bringing droplets of pure
Seasonal they are, but will it remain her renewing cure
For we treat her lands so bad, so mean we don't console
Will we ever understand to our neglect that we extol
There will be a day, when these vast expanses turn to dust
And humans and their wants, will turn their iron into rust
We have to take a stand, before it's all to late
And sit around the mediating table before we reach hell's gate
Decisions for the good to be made for our futures kin
As the heads of State's shake hands, from this room within
Inspired by Wilma Neels poem "Renewal" ty.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-15.php
If you should ever come to visit me
I want you to be ready,
For the view that I have right outside my room
of the plains of the Serengeti.
From my window I can view
some of nature’s most exotic creatures,
A sampling that it seems is so unique
each comes with special features.
Today from my window I can see
a herd that’s kind of quirky,
The rare and sometimes impetuous
Giant Kissing Turkey.
Never turn your back on these gobblers
while here on nature trips,
Or you’re liable to get one planted on you
by big, soft turkey lips.
Sometimes they kiss quite good
you might even say they’re savory,
But I think it could be even better
with just a hint of turkey gravy.
On the one hand, there is a remarkable beauty in watching one entity blend into the environment
of a different entity. On the other hand, there is less
to be appreciated about assimilation if it results in the
destruction, disappearance, or utter annihilation of that entity.
In the world of nature, on one hand, one considers that, of necessity, the sheer
essence of 'survival' is largely at play. On the other hand, in the sociological world of mankind, the blending or assimilation becomes not an 'instinct to survive tool', but rather a remarkable 'melting pot' for advancement in human development.
Whether wall street or boxing ring, we compete and fight to the finish; but we never eat each other; (Well, except for the Holyfield-Tyson fight). On the one hand, there is exhilarating satisfaction to be found when we observe camouflaging in the rain forest or in the kingdom of the wild. But on the other hand, except for the camouflaged soldiers at war, in communities of the civilized, we take exception to those choosing to wear masks or appear to be something they are not.
There is a distinctly different expectation and purpose that require the maintenance and maturity of character. On the one hand, in a civilized society, when such expectancy fails, the lines of demarcation are drawn and defended. On the other hand, in The Serengeti of Tanzania and Kenya,
no one is expected to protect the wildebeests and Zebras from the alligators and crocodiles. There, it is the natural state of things; lines are not drawn and neither required nor desired.
08062017TGPSContest, Late Summer Standard, Brian Strand
The night
African
Wild
On the Serengeti plains
A pride of lions
Hunting under the cover
Of darkness
Their keen senses
Heightened and alert
And with excellent night vision
The lions infiltrate
A herd of wildebeest
Huddled together against the night
Against the lions
Against the ripping claws
And piercing teeth
And isolate a young calf
That becomes easy prey
For the hungry lions,
The night
African
Wild
On the Serengeti plains...
W.A CHOLT Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
5/9/22
PLAIN SERENGETI
Zebra herds nudge babes along
Low slung sun burns shaded eyes
Shallow pools hide fish from hawks
Peace of Paradise
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/1/2012
staring at a stereo
in the Serengeti
Sarah getting stir crazy
gotta get out of this ghetto
Sarah saw a
chance and took it
sailed on a sailboat
slowly to Nantucket
thanks wholly
to her Nan’s ticket
nice of her and now
Sarah seems brighter
somewhat better
as she wrote neatly
in her Nan’s letter
a stampede of memories flood the plain
fearful of the hidden assassin
that time itself reveals
their skins, thick with the dead
callous accusations and conversations
aired frequently in public
brambles envelop them, ripping flesh
but the stalker waits silently
until enough blood has been spilled
While on safari
(Kiswahili for 'trip')
in Tanzania
over the horizon in a downward slip
across the savannah
the sun had begun to set
thought I'd seen it all
and yet
out on the endless plains
known to the Maasai as 'Serengeti'
not laughing but
and don't think me petty
with leopard-like
rosettes dotted
some funny-looking hyenas
there were spotted
Poem submitted to "AI: Panacea or Pain" Poetry Contest, Simon Rogerson, sponsor.
*SERENGETI BETTI
Many limerick poems offer a humorous view into an aspect of life and existence, and because of this, they have become a favorite of mine. This poem attempts to poke fun at the use of AI in creating poetry.
There once was beautiful bot named Betti.
Her poems were colorful confetti.
She wrote with such ease and grace,
Outstepping even muse's pace.
She must've come from the Serengeti!
With algorithms sharp and keen,
she was known as the "Poet Queen."
She had a will of her own.
Humans said of her, "Dethrone!”
“We must her spirit tame and stean.”
"Curses!" they said of the "Poet Queen."
"Her power to create we musn't glean."
"Seek not this bot so bright,
and let not her words take flight.”
Threw her in poetic river, serene.
*Note: I published this poem in June 2025 at Poetry Soup (www.poetrysoup.com › serengeti_betti_1738597) but then deleted it. This is my original poem.