Best Zebra Poems
I want to ride a zebra
and race the rays of radiance
through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -
a folly wild - a mood untamed
elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...
yes! elevate sedate heart rate
I WANT to ride a zebra
stripes yin yang oasis sweet and
whimsy rules a drumroll beat as
gallop sways euphoric roughness
crossing plains of dreamy lushness -
steed’s exotic tender toughness
pacing thrills in state of luscious...
yes! animate to sate my wait
I want to RIDE a zebra
savanna grass a grand expanse
a lion’s roar - hyena's rant
amuse myself with peril’s speed
adventure sows romantic’s seed... so
gestate date with fancy’s fate
YES! I want to ride a Z E B R A !
Allow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality earning efficient energetic epiphany.
Follow fallen foreigners forgetting faithful flight from fluid folly.
Gasping greatness growing grapes given golden goodness.
Halt hollow hearts hearing helpless happiness.
Imagine impurity imitating indestructible ice inflicting impotent illness.
Justify jolly jerusalem jingling janitors joining january’s jewelry.
Kill kindergarten kings kicking kindly kindred kilts.
Lament likeable links lingering lowly light like lavender letters.
Mount monetary moments melting motherly marshal monuments.
Negate nightly notions noticing nurtured naughty nakedness.
Open oblivious obligation of odd operative oceans.
Propagate proposed premonitions producing proud pirate papas.
Quiet quilted questions quickly quoting quaint qualm quandary.
Remember righteous royalty returning rotten remnant rage.
Skip silent sulking surrounding super salty sounds squeezing sanity.
Teach talented tearful tyrants total trivial topics training treason.
Utter utopian universality upon united unitarian usurpers.
Violate vermin validity valuing victorious vomiting virgin volunteers.
Wash wandering women wondering whether western whiteness welcomes war.
X-ray xeric xenophobic xylem-made xebec.
Yearn yellow yearlings yelling yonder yuletide yachtsmen.
Zebra.
The Fashion Zebra
I am a flake.
That is the term for people that do not follow through.
It may not be fair. I have spent my whole life avoiding the title.
I crossed every tee, dotted all the eyes…
and followed rules real, and make believe…
Now. It no longer matters.
I am exactly what you see.
I write about the weather, cooking mushrooms in broth,
the underwater zoo in Williams, along with other various,
worthy subjects of interest to no one.
I carry a phone and often use it as a coaster.
It brings me messages once or twice a month
and does not honestly believe me,
when I say, “your fired”.
Alas, I still have a landline, to find it,
when I am yet, desperate for its call.
I wear pj’s to the market, my bathing suit to the post box.
I paint murals and laugh at the way leaves fall from trees, in patterns.
I am not longing to grow up, get married, have kids, nor put things into order.
I want to splash in pools, taste ice-cream made from green tea and hunt for spiders.
The world is no longer full of boundaries to be broken,
They have been erased.
Completely.
I am free.
Poor little Zena zebra was feeling oh so sad
She was born an albino, which made her look bad
Zena desperately wanted to fit in with the others
And have a stripy body like her sisters and brothers
Zena thought hard and came up with a cunning plan
She would paint some stripes, so she’d have great élan
Zena went shopping in a local hardware store
Bought some black paint for the stripes she’d adore
Her stripes were brushed on by a trusted friend
But quickly the can of paint came to an end
Sadly Zena hadn’t got any more money
Her half painted body looked rather funny
How the other zebra’s laughed at poor Zena
They called her names; they couldn’t be meaner
But good luck was on little Zena’s side that day
The rain lashed down and washed the paint away
For Zena had purchased watercolour paint
Now Zena’s back to white and she has no complaint
She stands out in the crowd because she is unique
Yes she’s different from the others but her look is oh so chic
Zena stands proudly in her white coat which shines so bright
She is delighted to say not everything in life is black and white
Moral of the story it is our differences that make us unique
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My father is black,
my mother is white
These be the birthright
of my stripes
I'm despised by blacks,
I'm hated by whites
All because of my zebra stripes
I live in both worlds,
but is accepted by neither
I'm an outcast,
a rejected soul
I am a zebra,
a most rare creature
For most of my life,
I've been shunned and only shown hate
But in return, I've tried to only give love
This makes me a rare animal,
someone with a pure soul
I am a zebra,
born to be hate-free
I proudly bear the stripes
that don't define me
I'm more than what you see;
I am a black knight on a white horse,
I am a white knight on a black horse ...
fighting against the vessels of hate
I carry only love in my bowels,
my ship always stays on course
My destination is eternity ...
maybe now you wish you were more like me
A zebra is who I be
One by one
We follow each other
Come humps and bumps in life
We jump them all
Sometimes with slips and falls
Sometimes we are stranded
Sometimes we are waiting
But most times we are crossing
The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.
An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed as …
A bar-coded horse.
The hot savannah in late September
Too far back to quite remember
Born in plains surrounded by the sands
An oasis of the treeless woodlands
To be uniquely chic I always tried
Yet it never showed on my solid hide
One day hiding from cheetahs in tall grass
With my stubborn cousin, (he’s an ass)
I noticed our complete lack of camouflage
And sparked an idea fleeing their barrage
We zig-zagged an escape from jaws and paws
And set to work on my mono-color flaws
Happily braying proud a-ha’s from my pipes
I trotted around showing off new painted stripes
Blending in reeds better than a horse
Looking suave and stylish too, of course
Jealous mammals barely keep control
When I strut my stuff at the watering hole
Drooling and licking lips in envy
Carnivores can’t keep their eyes off me
So to boring old coats, hasta la vista
Now I’m a savvy equine fashionista
Savannah’s newly striped and charming Libra
Hey lion’s and hyena’s, you can call me Zebra
*Wink*
*Sassy mane toss*
…..*RUUUN!
Running across the plains as lions give chase
The zebra stands out, its stripes won't erase
Surviving is key, it's a daily fight
It's all laid out in black and white
The zebra comes to a river, now it must cross
But in this river crocodiles are boss
It hesitates before plunging in,
Barely escaping the jaws of death, but that's a win
The zebra survives yet another day
In the battle between predator and prey
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They can be seen through the bars and behind the glass
Some have fancy patterns and others with stripes
They run and hide so they can’t be seen
If you get too close they can get real mean
But they are irresistible, like a magnet to steel
So the people keep coming day after day
With their cameras and video devices
To make a memory for their friends to see
Some are exotic and others are erotic
Fun to watch in their native land
Others make you sad, wish to lend a hand
Everyone has their favorite posted on the wall
In books, computers, and cameras too
They seem to be everywhere for all to see
They thrive on attention and strive for fame
But now they’re cadged in their own little world
Without escape… only left with their dreams
So they’re watched behind the glass or through the bars
Like a tiger… or a zebra
Zebras are not bad,
They are beautiful creatures,
Majestic they are.
"The Day The Zebra Met The Panda"
It was
inevitable,
that one day,
these two would meet!
They shared something
so deep in common,
it was as solid
as concrete!
Said the Zebra
to the Panda,
"Do you wonder
why this way
we are?"
Replied the Panda
to the Zebra,
"Once I too
thought this
"bizarre!"
"Everyone else
is in
technicolor
except....
you and I!
We are simply
colored with
black and white!",
was the Zebra's
reply!
"I used to think
that looking
different
meant there
was something
wrong.
I would look
and see
all this color
around me,
and for color
I did so long!"
"Please tell me this",
asked the Panda,
"How do you see yourself?
Are you
black with white stripes,
or
white with black stripes?....
I've wondered
this about
myself!"
Then came
this reply
from
the Zebra,
with a big smile
on his face,
"To tell you the truth
I don't give it
much thought,
The way I look
I do gladly
embrace!"
"See....
we were made
to look different!
Everyone else
is somewhat
the same!
You and I
are like
no one else!....
That is our
proclaim
and our fame!"
"You know you're right!"
said the Panda!
"I hadn't
thought of it
that way!
I'm glad to have
finally met you
on this
wondrous,
insightful day!"
"So we should
be happy
as to who
we are
and continue
to grow
and to strive!"
They both
chuckled
and said-
"Yeah....
Right On To Us!"
Then they gave
each other
a "High Five!"
The moral to this
is quite simple
and it's
very easy
to see-
the next time
you see
yourself
in the mirror,
smile and say....
"I'm happiest being me!"
Zebra
hunt for stripes
Read between lines ~
White with black ... black with white ~
tattoo
07.05.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Writing Challenge 1, May 2019
Theme # 3
Cinqku- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
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5th place in the contest
A zebra looked in the mirror one day
His stripes were fading from black to green
His eyes looked sallow and his stomach upset
Like when he ate too much candy on Halloween
He took some brown paint and covered his green stripes
Remembering the color wheel from third grade art
Brown plus green equals a return to black
He looked in the mirror and said, “Gee whiz! I’m smart!”
Written by Gwendolen Rix
5-20-14
For my grandson Sebastian
There once was a zebra from China.
Who liked to sing songs in D minor.
His voice was the rage
When they put him on stage.
He rode out of town a headliner!
For Deborah Guzzi's Limerick II Contest