Breed Poems | Examples

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A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.

Breed Viator

Eco-anxiety over the big cats, 
I am in fear of an empty space. 
Sitting on top of the food chain
in their absence balance is off. 

Every day they slowly decline,
eco-anxiety over the big cats.
Panic is no longer dwindling,
increasing as numbers shrink.

The racing pulse of a lush forest 
every creature is a part of it. 
Eco-anxiety over the big cats,
may that roar never go silent.

Calm in the presence of hunters,
they keep everything in check. 
That full shade of quiet breeds
eco-anxiety over the big cats.

True Love is Another Breed

True love is a connection
a recognition of each other's soul
a respect that only grows

True love is when exposing vulnerability
is not a sign of weakness
but an act of total trust

True love knows no borders
it can even survive death
because love is stronger than grief


AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

Fear Will Breed Hate

"Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater." -George Washington Carver
"Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated." -Martin Luther King Jr.

hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
scooping it on like ice cream in a cone
not thinking that this hatred will destroy
the only happiness we've ever known

welcome to my hard heart, please won't you stay?
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
It's a sad seed growing in winter gray
bitterness steals the very heart of joy 

spirit of fear will play us like a toy
the unknown chasing goosebumps up spines
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy
in weakness I give up what once was mine

a peace that only true love can employ
I thought a little hate would be just fine
I now know relief, Forgiveness deploy 
hatred is fear we let ourselves enjoy

If distance were to breed love

If just for a while
Let me part, go far from thee
On an unknown isle,
I want ye badly miss me,
And ever the more love me. 
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Translation |03.01.2025| Tanka, irony, love, separation  

Urdu:
Mujhe tujhse bichadna hi padega,
Mein tumhe yad ana chahta huñ.   - Phehmi Badayuni

The Dying Breed

Old timers, history;4th/5th generation
The friends we knew, now just memories
A forgotten world past, new bringing
AI, technology; what is it we become
The past barely existing, rotting away

Like dust is to the wind
Particles of human flesh decay
Our worth, only the price of money
Our dignity, forgotten; lost among mankind
A broken society disarrayed in their path

Dreams of life we consume our souls in screen
Sense of hope shatter in riot hate
Morality crushed among the ruins of today
A free nation they yell as we pay the price
Still slave to man we shout for change
But to man, the reason we die out our breed

All we lived for and fought to achieve
The constitution, added/taken from like Bible
The new gen, the dying breed we become sin
Living just cause it is that we look not
But unto our own destruction we lead ourselves
Noy not by choice my last breath be it taken

Exhale of darkness my soul waits its coming
I grow weary as the days approaches end
A life forgotten, a Dying Breed once stood
A soul once soared, buried in a tomb
Down deep in the ground, the Dying Breed
The last laid to rest eternal

Breed Not Violence

How worthless is he who paves violence:
Is not he who bewilders the land of peace?
With his thoughts, moulding it to corrupt the people;
In the interest of satisfying himself.

But I tell you: violence spells complete anarchy!
Of that land: will development be prevented,
In the face of unaccountability;
Bad reputations altogether.
It steals the land of peace with and love for one another.

O but if, we in this, can change our forceful acts,
And be submissive to the norms of the land,
Shadowy we in the ink of joy.
I beseech you the people of land—
To watch and set your minds off violence—
For the growth of our region.

Let us march not with the shoe of violence
Rather the shoe of love and equanimity, I pray!
Worthless is he who paves destruction,
And worthy is he who resists it;
Indeed, choose:
Worthy or worthless are you?

Breed Not Violence

How worthless is he who paves violence:
Is not he who bewilders the land of peace?
With his thoughts, moulding it to corrupt the people;
In the interest of satisfying himself.

But I tell you: violence spells complete anarchy!
Of that land: will development be prevented,
In the face of unaccountability;
Bad reputations altogether.
It steals the land of peace with and love for one another.

O but if, we in this, can change our forceful acts,
And be submissive to the norms of the land,
Shadowy we in the ink of joy.
I beseech you the people of land—
To watch and set your minds off violence—
For the growth of our region.

Let us march not with the shoe of violence
Rather the shoe of love and equanimity, I pray!
Worthless is he who paves destruction,
And worthy is he who resists it;
Indeed, choose:
Worthy or worthless are you?

Last of the Dying Breed

The source of pleasure, that life once bring to me is over,
The sacrifices I made, till this day there is no total.

I have tried, time and time to add up what I have lost will take forever,
What I came up with is this, I lost two children and my companion all together.

What I have now is just my life?
Why would I try to spark up enough energy to start a fight?

Fight for my family, that detest me because of their spiteful mother,
What have I done, in the past five years that now you say to me, you have another?

After two children, now that is it,
Just remember one more thing about me, I will never quit.

Catya and Jordan, my two guardian angels that I cannot see,
Never all the way through, my life you will never forgive me.

To my two most precious creators that God started all of us from seeds,
And one day when you read my poetry you will see, why I am The Last of the Dying Breed!

Let Not Desires Breed

Let not desires breed, which we feed
Problem is indulgence
It's addiction we need to weed
To feel soul’s effulgence

Whence unfettered like space
Flowing at a slow pace
We then imbibe God's grace

Succumb not to greed
Let not desires breed

06-October-2022
Quietus

She Is a Half Breed Some Said

Look at that tail, she is a half-breed some said.
Her mother was a cat, but her father was dead.
I think he was a squirrel more than one did surmise.
Yes, he was. Some of us knew him, so it was no huge surprise.

This was a new orchard; the day was Halloween.
Costumed witches and goblins were easily seen.
Look at that tail! She is a half breed I heard.
Yes, she is, but why mention it? My word how absurd!

Toy Breed

dog
breathing
rapid pants
snorting loudly
pug

written July 18, 2021

Catitiousscrulcatiapawnee

the scurlcat is the perfect animal
it's agile, strong, and smart
it corners it's prey
and stalks until
it's opponents are tired
making them submit
to the will of the large cat
the ceiling is what they see
as they disappear into
the line of opponents that
have been outclassed by
the scurlcat

the scurlcat is native of
ghetto-citia
it is a wise breed
of cat
it's nimble grace allow it to outsmart, and often outclass
even the most
witty animal.
it is opponent to those
who is unwise to be opponent.
bigpawdapawneecatia
is scientific name
it is brown, black, tan, white, albano, yellow and red.
speak it as opponent and be ready to
be submissive.
" he laughed, trying to
convince me such an animal existed"
I was wrong to doubt his knowledge
as I learned, this thing was real!"

Anonymous Author
of well renowned paper.

Familiarity Does Breed Contempt

Familiarity Does Breed Contempt

Contempt can often be bred by familiarity,
And an ideal environment appeals to parity;
We tried to find,
But left behind,
Fear from despair they created by disparity.

Jim Horn

With the Old Breed

What I would give to sit and smile again
Together with the old breed and a beer to expend
We would tell our stories and have a good laugh
As the night hours continued with each round of draught

Those days are now gone in the blink of an eye
And it seems as old warriors the years just fly
So I’ll close my eyes and the years melt away
What would I give now to stay forever in yesterday.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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