Short Survival Of The Fittest Poems
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"Every living thing
upon this earth
has a right to exist"
claims the species
who made it through
survival of the fittest.
Scurrying about...
Darting here and there... panicked
Whimpering feebly...
Brave predators lick their lips...
Caged, trapped... helpless... caught fast
"Coo Coo!"
I Begged The Question...
Mourning Dove:
Survival Of The Fittest?
Clumsy... Survival Of
The FATTEST!
Yes.
Survival Of The Full.
-Gray Squirrel
07-08-2026
flocks of geese flying
remind of the life cycle
survival of the fittest
arrowheads pointing
southward in a migration
birds wiser than we, you see.
written October 11, 2021
A survival of the fittest is a very famous proverb
As long as good luck, good living and silliness converge
So I've heard
Oh about the third
A personal choice, passionately writing about turds
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
Bout the animals that roam free, what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
When a raptor chases
a small bird, to hunt and feed on
the bird may win or lose.
- Survival of the fittest
When a bird chases
a raptor, to save her children
the bird will inevitably win
- The power of motherhood
Mother of the Deer
Barbie Matriarchs
Hunter stalker
Caught in sights of rifle shot
For sport and meat
Sorry my Dear
This is what people do
Like Jan the wise lady said
Survival of the fittest
Not the prettiest
where flowers once whispered
fainted petals lie forlorn
survival of the fittest
stand alone to mourn
uncovered soil shivering with chills
once gardens, now have lost their shading
a floral cemetery within one
whispers are now fading
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
And the animals that roam free what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Hard to watch!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
If he was the provost of a prison
He would open all of the cells
Let the prisoners decide among themselves
Who would live and who would die
They would dance into the yard
Laughing and carousing
Except for the small ones
Survival of the fittest
So aren’t you glad
he is not the provost of a prison?
Behold! A garden of rich red roses!
Oh, how it lingers inside of my head.
A vast world unlocked another closes,
parasites now overrun this deathbed.
As the center of us now transposes,
this infestation flourishing will spread.
New take on survival of the fittest,
as flowers lay dying we breed unrest.
Sitting on the clouds
I feel like flying
Above strawberry fields
I feel like crying
Some feelings I got
Something big is about to happen
Blowin over the heirs
Just to get to the kickoff
Like a magician
Flipin cards
Disappearing when the fields come
Everybody knows
This is survival of the fittest
The lion and the Zebra in a duel of life
The hunter and the hunted
As spectator in the food chain
It can be daunting and also haunting
A run to catch the prey
Running away from the predator
This is normal in the Serenegeti
Survival of the fittest in the grasslands
It5the food chain making its rounds.
(Written 16th June, 2021)
Survival of the fittest –
Practically, trying my best…
Owning an applaud for future successes in excess – a failure I don’t detest
Terribly trying to pass this difficult test…apparently, I don’t give a ****! You’re a pet peeve, but grieve not – you’re a little pest in one spot and I’ll leave you with all the rest…rooted to the spot suddenly…embarrassed abruptly…
wars of every size
man's compulsion
thru the ages
always motivated
somehow by greed
call it what you may
persecuting
bullying
harassing
invading
crushing
conquering
causing drama
creating grief
thriving on mayhem
survival of the fittest
in the jungle of life
obliterating harmony and peace
sowing the seeds of evil
AP: 3rd place 2022
River Rules
They strain against the confines of her flow, seeking release,
aware of naught but the river’s instinctual calling.
The mock applause of clumsy bears slyly spurring them on
offering feigned assistance over the cascading roar.
Nature’s justification - “survival of the fittest”.
11/15/2016
submitted to – Form – River Line – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Rick Parise
what is life
life is a gift gift
from love
million spermatazoa
solitary ovum
it s a chance
they swim against the current
upstream one wins if permitted
survival of the fittest
we are born
gamettes zygotes
cleavage and compaction
inner call mass morula
we are not morones
tropho-blasts blasto-cytes
hatching eggs
cavitiating lesions
we are implanted now
oct 1 2016
5.52 pm
Form:
Considering it again, it’s shaking me from inside
Shall I do it? please enlight
Shall I escape from the torment of the soul
As it seems eternal as a whole
This life isn’t as bright
I expected it like a fog light
Escaping the world would give eternal torment of the soul
As in hell I would be baked and rolled
Was this I made for?
An example of survival of the fittest, the Darwin’s lore
Those who claim to be wise say to enjoy the gift of life.
But I say they are fools and in the backs will be pierced by a knife.
Those who stay cautious of the horrors and never give up will survive.
But it's survival of the fittest, and the weak will be tortured like a child by beehives.
Murders, suffering, hunger, sorrows on earth so vastly they drift.
Do you truly live, and say this life is a gift?
Survival of the fittest is an ordinance in life
You must be strong to live and be or destroyed
Though the operational theatre is here on Earth
The creating theatre is way above and within
There the rules are made for all based on the truth
By those worthy of truth and strong to keep the truth
The god in man takes charge for it is the truth in man
Truth is the key to access that realm to be strong
I gaze up at the pellucid sky
a red tailed hawk is flying high;
it scans for prey, which soon may die ...
rabbits run for your life I want to cry!
I watch transfixed, I am spellbound
and watch it swoop, without a sound,
perhaps its next meal has been found -
with luck its prey flees underground.
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11/9/19
God Controls Time
Miracle Man
8/20/2024
From high on it’s perch,
a patient hawk seeks it’s prey.
Also with each clock tick,
God is shortening man’s day
It’s “survival of the fittest”
so a field mouse below.
Is on the menu for dinner,
And clock continues to flow
The titmouse isn’t aware,
That it soon will be sup.
The clock keeps man’s time
God decides when it’s up.
WHAT A LIFE!
WORK EACH NIGHT,
WAITING FOR MY LIFE
TO TAKE FLIGHT.
BROKE BEFORE MY NEXT PAYDAY,
AND WONDERING THE TRUE PURPOSE OF LIFE.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST,
AND NOT FEELING THE ABUNDANCE OF LIFE.
UNIVERSE, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO MOVE FORWARD,
IN SEARCH OF A NEW LIFE,
OF MEANING,
OF ABUNDANCE,
OF HAPPINESS,
AND OF HEALTH.
WHAT A LIFE!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
DECEMBER 2016.
Philosophers speak mightily,
Assuming deeply
That there is some intricate meaning.
Psychologists insist its
Just survival of the fittest.
But for whom does nature insist
That humans go on anyway?
For the stars, for the blackness?
I propose that nature persists
In the same way
A shooting star does,
For no greater reason
Than to just to keep going,
We exist for the sake of inertia,
And motion ends.
Just as well,
That’s something too.
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