Lion Poems - Poems about Lion

One day the lion will walk through the door and grab my tired and old arm, My wrinkled arm, the one with which I threw the dice in the game of my life, And I will scream in the bedroom, understanding nothing of the force with which it presses me, It will be far too strong, and people...

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I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am From the mystical world of Astrology I'm generous, strong and warmhearted That's if you believe in symbology Not making this up, check it out Masculine, positive and extroverted If I listen too carefully, my head will swell Which should definitely be averted My wife suggested widening the doorways Or I might severely injure my brain Methinks my...

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When Leonard says “Sh!” the entire library is silent as a church. The first time I saw this Lion-brarian, my heart gave a wild lurch. Who is checking out books? I whispered to another 4th grade friend. The Lion-brarian was next to me, and I thought my life would end. I said “Sh!” Leonard said, and this time it...

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Proud lion stood against the wind Defying it to do its best The wind recognized the resoluteness of lion Admiring his strength and bravery Not the first element to acknowledge the power of lion...

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Grass-eating animals are their favorite food Lions don’t eat carnivores, they are not in the mood When they devour the tasty stomach of their prey They can stay healthy one more day...

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The question is, should I listen to my imagination? Sometimes it can go very wild, I look for a lion ready to eat me alive. There are times it can go romantic, with hearts and love all over the page. It has a way of bringing up my old memories, some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be. In Playground of Imagination, I...

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roar of lioness placated with tenderness taming of the shrew AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 2, 2025...

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The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach His voice covers the savanna And all will hear His call He calls out to the lost To the hurt and broken He shouts to them to lift them up Above the dying canyon. The Lion cries out to them, "Let them be free, Free from pain and suffering, Free from the dark surroundings." The Lion...

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bloody bites bleed me red lawsuits courtrooms sue me paper lion king...

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Apart from the worn stone-step where drunks still topple, or the hand-painted sign, all has changed, now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia, all ‘local color’ painted over. In the car park, two frizzy blondes face off, The smaller has plastic bangles, she rattles like a Zulu warrior, fingers stab through cusswords. Youths shout over the clomping-thump of their car radios. "I used to come here often" I explain...

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the loud lion roars let us hope the warm Spring lamb is not far behind ...

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Lion go miles To hunt a prey That's his nature. After he eats Find place to rest And hibernate. When his angry He roar loudly Heard miles away. Who live in wild King of jungle Ruthless ruler....

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Wind-moles have tunneled through the daffodil rings, stems are uprooted or fractured, Yellow bells and trumpets fly in a tumbling sky. The third month is a despoiler, it scatters and stomps fiercely upon the newly arrived. Roofs are launched to flap away on broken wings. Yet the strong survive until the lion yawns temporarily bored with its play. Like any cat, it yawns and sleeps while the sky washes it...

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The only thing that changes is perspective The only thing envisioned sight unseen The only thing that’s lasting stays redundant The only thing that lingers — is a dream (Dreamsleep: February, 2025) ...

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Skald Tour the Araby Lawrence, betrayed Other worlds, Orange lands Countries low, or MAGA land Allenby, Hussein Balfour, MacMahon Bibi, Sisi Khamenei, those men Circassian mountaineers Walk on sand Jesus, no water Wine, from holy land Sweetest, Idunn’e apples Life, what I seek? Here, a foreign man...

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