Tigers Poems - Poems about Tigers

Tigers in the tall grass. Bruins in the buckwheat. Sirens, sing of sassafras! Eagles, time to eat... Linger, O my looking-glass... Red run in reply. Languid liquor, poison gas! Death, glance at me sly... Frankincense burned on the tomb? Ashes, coat the walls. Belladonna, how you bloom! Funeral, how ye palls! Pyramid, best to get rid? Gold on rim, crater? Hell and Heaven, hid or bid? Only if you're sure! Wind,...

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Fifty wild tigers roaming around In an underground cave I never found Calling Bandhavgarh National Forest their home A place I hope to never get lost in or roam...

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Some go through life in a sophomoric zone Knowing about strangers while being alone To ever quote names or that face in the crowd Aggrandizing self as their folly — astounds (Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025) ...

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In the shadowed dawn of distant days, Where echoes whispered of lost ways, There stood a name, etched deep in lore, Captain Miller, amidst the roar. A soldier forged from fire and flame, Bound to cause, beyond mere name, With eyes that held grief and pride, For lands and lives, for those who died. Steel and sorrow marked his path, Through broken fields, through...

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Tigers slowly prowl into extinction. The last rare undiscovered, unnamed bug dies - a million years of conscious gravity departs for other realms. Energy shifts, it is more volatile than fire, more expansive than any sky, Energy; you and I, we may wish it, but it can never die. Somewhere a tiger and a bug become a multiple reality, alternative parallels that renew what we deemed lost. Suchness happens. ...

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Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild They love to pounce on their prey. They lunge at animals' necks. With their powerful jaws they hold on tight. They pounce on and attack Deer, wild boar and baby elephants. When ill or injured, they will kill people They can't catch their normal prey. Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn...

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King wanted tigers, but he did not want them yellow He was an incredibly self-absorbed, picky little fellow. I want my tigers to be turquoise, he said, lead them to the paint. They got tipped and dunked, and a few of them did faint. The baby tigers did better than the older ones, so those he kept. He moved all...

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Not so TREU, will monopolise through and though It will be better, if you could forget about your And the long two weeks' that broke who..? Maybe me? Or you? What can people do? Well Gandi did peaceful non compliance i'll bet That reality is not being taught to children today By sociialist teaching and their doctrinal apprentice's Or you can...

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Thru the eyes of a child where newness abounds, the magical lure of the merry go round.. It's piped in repetitious sound entices spectators all around.. "Choose your seat" says a ticketer at the gate. Large steel poles anchor in the animals fate. Painted horses methodically go up and down with hoofs that never meet the ground.. Mermaids, tigers, and other beasts, co-exist here,...

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The lamb rises the water cleanses tiger’s teeth war in my soul it rages on...

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Daring the tigers to toss her aside To flay her open, and eat her hide She sat prissily and primly, happily too. Planning to take these tigers out of the zoo. The tigers got wind of it and threw her over the wall. They liked not having to hunt dinner, tiny rabbits so small. They were spoiled and happy, their dinner...

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In the land where the bears and tigers sleep Rests the man whom I had once called brother, And he climbed over his mountains so steep. We snuck under the warm blankets so deep To hear bedtime stories from our mother In the land where the bears and tigers sleep. The boy grew into a man with a leap— He knew there...

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"Paper Tigers" eyes mark slow time spotting leopard rhyme never changing its spots black balled white pops the want-to-be bees sting the dripping honey spot slapping cards down kitty pots are shuffled bluffing intelligentsia between the gaps flatulent poets floss their teeth waxing lyrical strings tied to the weary mirrored soliloquy cheap conversations like thin cotton threads on a spinning wheel reeled in marked inconsequentially by small thimbles worn as armour pricks blood from...

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Freedom comes packaged entrapped and confined How big is your cage, to roam and define Always constricted, with borders that move Its bars of detention —forever reproved (Dreamsleep: January, 2021)...

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Nothing more dangerous than a tiger mama We discovered this as we watched them taking a dip One crowded another's baby and the fight was on No warning. Just one loud roar. There was snarling and biting, ripping and snapping The male tigers ran to the comfort of the rocks Scared of their women...

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