Best Zebras Poems
Ancient Arabians, mother to all
Bloodlines, essence of exquisiteness
Clydesdales, symmetry of strength
Dignity of duty, power of purpose
Ebony elegance, midnight silk
Friesians, crusaders in
Galloping gallantry
Hardy hearts, tiny and tenacious
Icelandic horses, gaited grace over
Jagged soil, volcanic climes
Kaleidoscope diamonds, lissome finesse
Lipizzaners, dancer of moonbeam dreams
Mustang beauty, bred by
Nature, to run in
Open grasslands, their hides
Paints of freedom
Quarter horses, nimble and surefoot across
Ranges unfenced, corralling waves of herds
Sleek strides, sinewy speed
Thoroughbreds, spirits of the wind
Unbridled, they fill all
Valleys and vistas in
Wild wonder; with Alexander and
Xerxes, they conquered the world
You may say these are outside the list
Zebras, to me - the mounts of fairies and myth
2/16/20
Zebras
Zebras full of Zest and Zeal
Exquisite Stripes Dancing Happily
Black and White, Black and White
Running wildly as it turns into prey
Africa's Amazing Animal!
Blue sky forms the fortress of their world
I can picture them- the ebony and white
velvet stripes, the arch of necks, the
flint-edged hooves
Beneath the weather-regimented trees
they gather in the heat- to rest
Heat waves and the dreaded grunt of beasts of prey
then the hegira, enmasse
following
the calling of the rain
a vital splash of life-
they heed the voices
of the seasons change- along the hidden
pathways of
the sun browned plains
Suzanne Delaney
he•gi•ra also he•ji•ra (hi-ji'r?, hej'?r-?)
n.
1. A flight to escape danger.
2. also Hegira The flight of Muhammad from Mecca to Medina in 622 A.D., marking the beginning of the Muslim era.
[Medieval Latin, from Arabic hijra, emigration, flight, from hajara, to depart.]
Shadow?
don't know!
1/22/16
AL DE LA MY LOVE
You and I had everything calculated and planned
We were just following fate and its every command
Two souls were going to find forever in an unexpected land
And neither of us would dare to defy destiny’s demand
We were supposed to last a lifetime together no matter what
That was a man and his lady’s predetermined plot
No one could rattle our teacups or shake up the place
Not as long as two lovers had the other’s embrace
I recall adding and subtracting and then reaching a perfect sum
We were sitting on a settee having biscuits and sharing one glass of rum
We shared everything including time, smiles and each other’s past
But simply because a person says “forever” doesn’t mean it will last
Because you hit a rocky road or a curve at too great a speed
At destiny’s demand I didn’t believe death could be so easily decreed
We were acting in haste while all the time we thought, devised and planned and sadly together
we would never find that forever’s clandestine land
© 2010.….free cee!
Blue
The color of the sky is blue.
Sometimes it is bright,
and beautiful.
It is light
and full of wonder.
Sometimes is dark,
and menacing.
It is also deep...
like the ocean,
full of stars,
and angels
that dance,
to faraway music,
that only they can hear.
Blue is the color of your eyes.
I see them in my sleep,
I see them in my waking hours.
I never want to look away.
I want to stay,
near you.
Blue,
is my favorite color...
Zesty Zebras Zing
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.13/2005
a dazzle of zebras
bend to the water
mirror upon mirror
stripes snaking through verdent grasses
we follow along in a helicopter
appreciating that natives are free
like wild mustangs, enjoying their full power
not locked in zoos, separated by bars
dazzle of zebras
moving through savannas~~
dazzling sight
Hear the zebras roaring?
In the forest shadows,
Deep into the night.
Dancing on black stripes,
Across the moonlight.
Little imps and urchins,
Falling over roons.
When the zebras are a roaring,
They shake the mountains on the moon.
When I walk with zebras,
Among the thundering herd.
I can't hear you calling,
Masked hoof beats cover every word.
THIS IS A sexth foot GRAVE SITUTALTION
Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why
Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to see my arms open wide for you to thusly hold
The woman who tutored ancient men how to produce gold
No statue crafted of such solemnity to behold
To heartbeats beat as one neither ever to cry
Hand in hand that old man called us lovebirds flying high
And you with gold shimmed with which you vie
When you stole the moon and the good from the word goodbye
The darkened sky stared right at me
And whatever it asked I would caudually comply
They orded me far away in case sharpenel shrapnel should fly
and I never even fu****g found out why
(c) 2011...Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Zebras are striped
We all can agree
But the color of stripes
Is a mystery to me
Are they black
With stripes of white
Or white with black
Which one is right
As for me
I just don’t care
But I know
There are folks out there
Who label you
As black or white
And judge on that
And that’s not right
So let’s not argue
But agree
That zebras are
A mystery
And mystery
As mysteries go
Are cherished gifts
When you don’t know
Mdailey 9/26/11
Are zebras white with black stripes
Or are they black with white stripes
My mind's confused
Standing accused
Zebras await is it black or white stripes
Zebras and giraffes are pals with wows!
Like pygmy goats and milking cows
If predators are close, giraffes sound the alarm
Zebras run with their herd to avoid death or harm