Lion Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Lion Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Lion. These are the best examples of Metaphor Lion poems written by international poets.
(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19
A lion with a passion so ravenous
Unable to be satisfied by love
her bite of sensuality poisonous
She lives in her empty pit of self-love
this shepherd of men, her body of goats
who yearn to be fed by her lips of fire
then are tossed aside with lumps in their throats
after she filled her cavernous desire
This darksome snake will often shed her skin
After her hunger dies from the goats she bled
She will flick out her tongue for their scent again
The next time her hunger needs to be fed
a hibernating bear
in the dead of winter
during the day,
the lion sleeps...
until sundown.
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Theme/word choice: Nocturnal
Date written: 03/22/2023
A serpent with a lion's head
Believes himself a lion
He'll never raise his lowly tread
But kudos, kid, for tryin'.
Consumed By Expectation
The lion waits; a tired and lonely beast
sequestered long behind the iron gate
which sternly keeps him prisoner, at least
in body. But his gusty roars relate
the mental blaze which leaps beyond the cage;
the kindled strength and burning hope, like fire
of hungry flames that wildly lick in rage,
devouring viciously the dwindling pyre.
He waits and hopes the iron gate will rise;
the culmination of his endless dream,
when agony, at last, will earn the prize
he seeks. But at that moment will it seem...
that strength for joy is lacking in his claim...
consumed by expectation's fiery flame?
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: New Sonnets Only
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 09/01/2018
I have claws, long and sharp.
They grow, I growl, stay away!
A caged animal, walking up
and down and up and down.
Don't come near, I'll tear you open.
Oh, isn't that a brave dream?
Isn't that a dream of fierce independence?
Isn't that a dream of surviving?
A dream of conquering?
Of escaping?
But the day we ran, I had no claws
I didn't roar.
I was a mouse, silent, quick
Tiptoeing close to walls
Escaping through the cracks
Bringing with me my brothers
As quick and silent as I was
And then I learned that real power
Is not in anger, hate, claws and teeth
But in survival and in love.