Lioness Poems

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. 
Singing birds dancing upon your grace
Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint
An everyday Christmas when you're awake
You are a gift to me
Cherishing how your hand sparkles 
Feet smoother than any babies 
Sweet Carmel skin

My love looks like winter but is always

The Old Guitarist, Picasso - A Duet by Lioness Onpaper and Di11y Da11y

The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.

A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones

Ashta-nayika -5, Khandita, Wounded lioness

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The heroine angry and disappointed,
confronts her beloved for being unfaithful.
Mood: despair, jealousy, and weariness- 
mixed aggression of a wounded lioness.
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O my long-dreamt dreams’ only man,
I never could imagine a woman
Other than me in your love life,
Nor in my life such fateful strife,
Yet, even my wounded self-worth
Won’t let me get swallowed by Earth,
Thou hast made a

Written in the Wind

The mountain stretched beyond the sky,  
where rivers carved and clouds ran high.  
Side by side, we found our way,  
through golden light and fleeting day.  

The wind wove secrets through her hair,  
wild and free, beyond compare.  
A lioness in quiet grace,  
with fire and softness on

Lioness On Paper

Seasons have more reasons  
to celebrate an innovative artist  
who speaks in colorful dialects—  
when abstract silence kicks in  
and suffocates the petals dried  
and left as bookmarks  
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through  
the ashen skies the day  
the ink of

LIONESS

There was a time when I was meek

tears streaming down with effortless ease 

Amidst the hollers, the taunts, the cries

The tears would flow like autumn leaves

But the hunted has turned hallowed

I rise with a lion’s might

Gone are the days of silent shadows

I am a roar in the heart of the night

With the poise of the

Christian Lioness

I'm a Christian Lioness
of the Lion of Judah,
I had a tumultuous youth
and came to redemption.
To be forgiven as to forgive.
In His blessed mercy 
I have pardon.
In Him there is pure love's
Holiness,
In Him there is forevermore.

I sing to Him in exultation,
or softly as an April whispered
breeze.
As I lift prayers to my Yeshua,
Rabboni, I cherish You!
You love

I Am Lioness

I am the original African queen of huntresses.
My golden and taut body in unison with my sisters,
as we bunch and tense our muscles ready to spring.
Our young are with their fathers daytime sleeping,
as we females mainly provide the sustenance.

On we charge, in the ancient dance of predators,
spinning in the dust as we quickly kill our

Soul Sounding

Soul Sounding


I have felt my soul
    Solid
Within me
 Lighten,
      Ascend
          Into God’s focus

  Into communion 
  That all my spirit and being
Be known by Him…

Thus, often I have heard
  My soul to coo, to whisper,
To

Like a Lioness Stalking

My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat        A bird to eat

Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty    You're too pretty

I'll

Lioness Enjoys the Shadows

The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste? 
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her. 
A recent mother herself, lioness keeps watch as she gets closer.

She could have her by the neck in an instant. 
But would this be feel

Roar of a Lioness

I do not have a perfect life
Blue, brown, yellow, black...
Orange and silver, civilize my emotions
Correspond to justify my ambiguity
Like a swarm of bees, protecting its hive
I have succumbed to my delicacy
It magnifies my efficacy
The roar of a lioness.

Lay to rest the troubles of thy self
Unfold the folded and iron the crumbled
Take a closer look in

Lioness of the Pack

What's a girl to do?
With no knight and shining armor,
I'm here to tell you.
Women don't need a knight and shining armor.
Women are strong!
Women are brave!
They are the Lionesses of the pack.
Women can be fierce!
We will chew you up and spit you out,
If you hurt, their own.
The Lionesses are the ones that hold their family together,
They

Lioness

A lioness hear me roar, in the midst of weakness and uncertainty she holds her head up high. In her strength she roars so ferociously; She doesn’t roam the terrain to conquer nor to misguide any dominions. She has been thru many years of disappointments and tears of loss, inside she cries out with a

Beloved Companion Lioness

The longing for you
grows on me, a long
mane
I need you to come
to cut my hair...
my companion lioness !

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