Lion Poems - Poems about Lion

Grass-eating animals are their favorite food Lions don’t eat carnivores, they are not in the mood When they devour the tasty stomach of their prey They can stay healthy one more day...

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The question is, should I listen to my imagination? Sometimes it can go very wild, I look for a lion ready to eat me alive. There are times it can go romantic, with hearts and love all over the page. It has a way of bringing up my old memories, some happy, maybe sad, or funny as can be. In Playground of Imagination, I...

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roar of lioness placated with tenderness taming of the shrew AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 2, 2025...

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The Lion roars from the highest peak it may reach His voice covers the savanna And all will hear His call He calls out to the lost To the hurt and broken He shouts to them to lift them up Above the dying canyon. The Lion cries out to them, "Let them be free, Free from pain and suffering, Free from the dark surroundings." The Lion...

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bloody bites bleed me red lawsuits courtrooms sue me paper lion king...

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Apart from the worn stone-step where drunks still topple, or the hand-painted sign, all has changed, now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia, all ‘local color’ painted over. In the car park, two frizzy blondes face off, The smaller has plastic bangles, she rattles like a Zulu warrior, fingers stab through cusswords. Youths shout over the clomping-thump of their car radios. "I used to come here often" I explain...

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the loud lion roars let us hope the warm Spring lamb is not far behind ...

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Lion go miles To hunt a prey That's his nature. After he eats Find place to rest And hibernate. When his angry He roar loudly Heard miles away. Who live in wild King of jungle Ruthless ruler....

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Wind-moles have tunneled through the daffodil rings, stems are uprooted or fractured, Yellow bells and trumpets fly in a tumbling sky. The third month is a despoiler, it scatters and stomps fiercely upon the newly arrived. Roofs are launched to flap away on broken wings. Yet the strong survive until the lion yawns temporarily bored with its play. Like any cat, it yawns and sleeps while the sky washes it...

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The only thing that changes is perspective The only thing envisioned sight unseen The only thing that’s lasting stays redundant The only thing that lingers — is a dream (Dreamsleep: February, 2025) ...

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Skald Tour the Araby Lawrence, betrayed Other worlds, Orange lands Countries low, or MAGA land Allenby, Hussein Balfour, MacMahon Bibi, Sisi Khamenei, those men Circassian mountaineers Walk on sand Jesus, no water Wine, from holy land Sweetest, Idunn’e apples Life, what I seek? Here, a foreign man...

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An old saying draws maggots as rotten as they be In truth is a reckoning that cometh before me Sly is the devil and cunning yet I see Wicked in its ways as it stands before me Quote it the scripture the swine is but fake Banished by the father for its soul he shall take Heart of the prince for...

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The cock also sweat Sweating beneath the undaunted hair Though unseen, untethered Unnoticed yet vulnerable. The male lion also weep Weeping gently and silently With insignificant traces Though galloping and parading In confidence which left creatures Marvelled and tender. The virile also feels They also go through pains Pains seen and unseen Though eye catching faces And beautiful faces are worn over Should the Bull...

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In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept, To the land of Oz with a dog she kept, There she killed a wicked witch, They rejoiced she killed the b*tch, Then she realised she was lost, she wept. A good witch gave her a silver shoe, To go back home, a Wizard has the clue, So for the warlock, she searched. A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched, Near...

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There once was Glenda with slippers to share. Dorothy liked better Prada devil’s pair. She ducked behind Oz’s curtain To do what is uncertain, But the Lion put a crib in his lair. ...

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