Striped Poems - Poems about Striped

Orange and black, nature's warning sign Muscle and grace intertwine Prowling predator, jungle king Silent steps, deadly swing Eyes of amber, piercing gaze Stalking through the misty haze Whiskers twitch, sensing prey In tall grass, the tigers lay Roar echoes, primal sound Shivers run, fear abound Teeth like daggers, claws like knives One swipe is all it takes for lives Bengal, Siberian, and Sumatran too Malayan, Indochinese –...

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Cigarette-stenched couch, How he lays there with a slouch. His blue-striped sweater So warm and comfortable, Any weather, good or bad....

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Is a striped cat a better contortionist than a blotted cat? I have no idea, so decide to compare the two groups. One problem. All of the blotted cats have run away. They heard about the experiment and feared measuring up. I guess you win, I tell the striped cats who stayed with me. The smallest striped cat...

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Striped small headed cat name of Mr. Tee He does not have any idea how it came to be But his body is huge, and his head is small He is fluffy, but looks enormously tall I am out of kilter, he says, with a wheeze Hoping his litter mates will not torment or tease. We love you striped small head!...

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I'm a striped cat who wears striped socks. All of my food is in a striped box. I use striped soap to make striped suds....

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The art displayed by nature is a gift- sometimes not noticed in a passing glance. To pause, look, and admire creates a shift as we observe this artwork- not by chance. Yes, nature paints with its creative tools, those grand designs on species of the wild. It never deviates from patterned rules- ...

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The striped Tom from the land of the river Was hired by Channel Ten; the rule was, he’d better deliver. In fog and sun, in heat that others could not abide. That Tom came out, he did not hide. He did the reporting of news every day. He did not quiver, quake, or sway. His fans were felines frisky and proud. He’s...

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Soaking up the sun's rays this morning, loving my flowers in oranges and pinks, I look up as a striped butterfly glides around two bushes, and swirls around my chair, pirouetting prettily. She is not fearful in the least, possibly believing me to be a statue. A bird makes a chirp sound; only...

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striped lily starlettes - orange-sun piques from its core, past purple bruises. brightness of each petal tip like pomp's fluorescent stage lights....

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Zebras and tigers and lemurs’ long tails Have stripes both distinctive and cool, As well as some convicts in old-fashioned jails Who wear black and white stripes as a rule. The American flag and a barbershop pole Both have candy-candy stripes white and red, While some p.j.’s and blankets and sheets have the goal To add stripes that will jazz up your...

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A waddling wafer in striped pyjamas A feathered goblin often chews a tail from a sweet scented twig but a pixie can eat over two hundred caramelised pebbles in one single bite and swallow. Swallows passing in the colourful air are simply at ease with gyrocopters which are heavily dominant in a sky. But dominance is...

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hunting of tigers, should be banned, they also have have the right, to live in this world, they can also fight, their life is not in our hand. global treasure ,rare and precious, now tigers wil be more cautious, if we will will stop killing them, they will be gracious. tigers are decreasing day by day, we should save them ,as i say...

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Floating on a river of fire sitting in a cooking vessel you were invoking the rain god. Your hollow words had holiness of unmeaning. The sky opens the third eye. Are you going to offer your tongue to a footwear of a proxy blood ? As a hymn to goddess of wealth, sugar is thrown out of window and yellow rice dances before a mirror. And here...

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