Tiger Personification Poems

I own the personality of a human extrovert 
you can call me Majesty for I have steadiness of paw 
when it comes to hunting I...

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there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down...

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Anger at all atrocities, frustrated fiery feeling, 
For our numbers to increase, we are all appealing.
Tigers with our orange and black striped features,
Magnificent, we are...

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Eye of the Tiger

Those eyes – piercing amber -
 So like mine
  Smoldering with uncaged curiosity 

I drown in the golden pools
 As I...

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The lion thinks he is the king but he is not
I am the true ruler of this rocky gray spot
The lion does not even belong...

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I am the biggest and the strongest of all the wild cats.
No I do not live in Africa. Sheesh! Why would you ask that?
You can...

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Oh, what a world it would be,
If repentance and forgiveness,
Could shake hands, 
And share the limelight together.

Was Tiger woods winning the Masters, 
Setting the stage...

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If I had a choice, I would be a green boomslang.
Reposing in a warm African tree,
 surveying zebras and elephants.

My back would be plastered with...

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Whenever I spoke
All they did was provoke 
They took me as a joke
So I would often choke
Is it because I was broke?
They felt comfortable to...

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Hey! Whoa! Easy there, tiger
Umm, hello? Excuse me...
Just because you're my master
Doesn't mean I have to tolerate this
Doggone it, I'm a Pit Bull!
A king. A...

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I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?

You keep us...

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Oh ho! Hairstyle of hers has changed!

So different she looks today; mature and confident.

I like it. But oh! Her long old long tresses, I do...

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I rest perched atop my tree branch blind,
watching and waiting
for anything to unknowingly pass below
I got sleek, midnight skin ... 
distinct markings of a black...

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Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane,
asking only for some warmth and a little rain.

She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame
of...

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I  

A spark is shot
Deftly, from between two fingers.
It sits, wavering on its bed
Like a lone star
Against the black,
Cold coals.
Chuckling, a candle flame shows
Its...

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