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.
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
Urgent is the will,
The self is as still as the night;
Apathy controlling;
Urgency calling,
The will remains imprisoned;
And apathy, keyless;
Urgency calling,
Apathy, shedding useless tears;
Fear controlling action:-
Genesis begins all,
Revelation ends it all;
Life dwells in between:-
Apathy is like a cold stone
Nestling in the mud;
Decision, like a swing in the wind;
Action roars like a lion,
And races like a waterfall
Roaring to its destiny;
Cold stones are no match
For angry sledgehammering chaos,
And in sunlight, mud dries and crusts over:-
Life should be woven
In a web of love, netting all
In a beehive of togetherness;
Indeed, there is no apathy
In the lives of hiving bees;
They live in onederful oneness:-
Let us strive to live life
In conscientious, concentric,
Cosmic onement;
Let us strive to live life,
Void of all senses of neglected apathy;
Let’s choose to be as bees, not as the mud:-
Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
Hear the flames crackle
Fall on your sword
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
The lion is weary
Hyenas dart and bite
Their laughing is eerie
He'll lose his last fight.
The vultures are circling
Eyes that see far
Their shadow is on you
Wherever you are.
Betrayal was easy
You were attracted to strife
You gambled with demons
And wagered my life
Now dust claims your legend
You can't make it whole
May hell give you welcome
for you the bell tolls
So hear the flames crackle
No lion saves you now
Live like a Jackal
Die like a dog
I am a rose with no thorns to prick
Broken glass with no shards to cut
A bow with no arrow to shot at its mark
A gun with no bullets to kill.
I am a shark with no teeth to eat
A tiger with no claws to grip into my prey
I am a lion without a roar!
I am spineless so I hide away.
A* To the lion the (AMAZING) crown of the jungle
E* And to the monkey all ( ENDLESS) cunning
I* The cat is (Intriguing), the subtlety
O* (Observe) the dog, faithful friend
U* A man... an (UNFAITHFUL) being..!
to love, is often to bleed,
cut at the wrist through the fields of reids,
mummification of a beloved memory,
wrapped in caramel gauze of a felo de se.
“should we see this heralding—?”
asked the lonely chimera to the aardvark,
her eyes welting with levees to break,
single teardrop of a fallen empire drips to hands.
“time cares not for your water child, just your heartstrings,
but by which face, who will you let lead is the mystery,”
its cane snapping, sending it bouncing down the hill,
quick way to get around, if you are built for hellscape.
“to which face i lead,” it silently speaks,
“am i the lion, a snake, or just a sheep—?”
I wish to be a bird
to see the world
to represent peace and freedom
Instead, I am confined
in a glass cage
that shatters to the touch
In this world
I am a lion
stuck in a fake reality
beautiful to look at
confined by my own reflection
always to be on display
but never to be seen
to represent beauty and anger
painted to be a villain
forever stuck
Having to undertake my journey through life
I face unusual situations...This time with animals...
In the lagoon the alligator opens its huge mouth and orders me:
-Swim.
.. In the field, the sibylline serpent hisses:
- Walk...
. !In the cold white snow the scary wolf looks at me and howls:
- Pass.
.. On the prairie the fierce buffalo roars
- Ride..
.. At the top of the rock, cunning menacing lion studies me and snores: -
Come here,,,
I almost calmly admonish:
- I'm not stupid or anything else I tell them: "I don't obey your orders" ..
This is how I continue my journey. Being able to tell this story alive,,,! ...!
Sometimes you cruise through life
with blinders on
Completely unawares of those damned
slippery bananas
At every turn and corner they lurk
like a lion on the savanna
and you, in this scenario; a gazelle
Hopping and skipping along
Sipping your Starbucks,
playing among us on your phone
And that not so benevolent banana
Sees right through you
It whimsically pierces your deepest depths
Every secret in your heart
It knows..
IT KNOWS.
And just when you least expect it
You'll find yourself staring up at the sky
Wondering what could have possibly
upturned your life so
The truth is
That banana had your ticket punched
Since at least that time you did
that one thing you never speak about
You're kind of lucky it took this long
Honestly.
So remember, all your deeds; good and bad
Are carefully scrutinized by
your local supermarket banana section
They have means, and departments
for this kind of thing
So mind your manners, and try to avoid
Encounters with those oh so benevolent creatures
that we so nonchalantly like to call
The banana.
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
When you meet a peacock
In dancing moody
don't be angry,
Just be ready
to dance in its rhythm.
When you meet the lion sleeping
Pass silently in front of it.
When you meet with African leopard
If you are royalty , speak to it
and it will escort you.
Can you laugh with me?
The hungry and angry lions
Attacked a lacost
Crocodiles found
Food in the river , angry
Lion was survived
It went to tell the
Story about the death of
The Hungry lion
Other lions started
Fearing to drink water at
The river at night.
June 12th 2023
Crocodile river,
When
a lion roar
in the jungle,
Many
animals
tremble,
But
when
it
is tirtsty,
And
go to the
Crocodile river
To drink water
It shakes
terrible.
May 29/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
a hibernating bear
in the dead of winter
during the day,
the lion sleeps...
until sundown.
Writing Challenge - N words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme/word choice: Nocturnal
Date written: 03/22/2023