Poems About: TIGER

In this page, poems on / about “tiger” are listed.

  • 337.
    The Poisoned Succour

    God created natural wells for all Africans
    their insatiate thirst and hunger to assuage
    but African leaders created poison to contaminate
    the very wells that is meant to be their lifelines read more »

    Dela Bobobee
  • 338.
    Sleep baby sleep within this magical lullaby deep

    Sleep baby sleep within this magical lullaby deep
    Constellations North pole star is waiting so is your Hippogriff
    Tonight fly to where Minotaurs, hobbits and dwarfs tree skip
    and Silent Satyr's paint dreams all over moonlit coral reef. read more »

    karan baadkar
  • 339.
    The Worthless

    Swimming across a river-edge,
    a tiger came to a village;
    a burning fire-bright tiger;
    whichever house he visit read more »

    Rayhan Rhyne
  • 340.
    The Other

    Who is this that
    Holds the pen, giving shape
    To words, and color to sound?
    I have seen him before, read more »

    Jeffrey McCambridge
  • 341.
    A Tribute to S.P.T

    The daring soul
    Born to be born in death
    A hundred deaths he shall endure
    Only to be born again as martyr read more »

    cyclopseven Ram
  • 342.
    # Men of Honour!

    Fourteen years in forests he lived
    For in honesty he believed;
    And ‘Rama’ in hard turf thus forayed
    His father’s words he had obeyed. read more »

    Seema Aarella
  • 343.
    My Child

    My child, my child,
    My beautiful child
    You are beautiful
    because you are a child. read more »

    Fred Babbin
  • 344.
    Johnny’s Safari

    Animal crackers wait to be released
    While Johnny’s appetite is increased
    With small hands, he reaches inside
    Hunting for a tasty tiger that resides read more »

    Theresa Ann Moore
  • 345.
    Empty Bottle

    I throw my empty bottles down into the grave,
    The shattered glass of a baby’s cradle;
    The things which always fall so far from trees:
    The punji sticks are whispering, read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 346.
    Obasinjom Warrior - (for Bate Besong)

    Two-legged brain, transcendental transcriber
    Contiguous of earth, monsieur read more »

    Dzekashu Macviban
  • 347.
    I WANT NO TIGERS

    I have learned not to tie down the waterfall..
    Or, blow my feeble breath
    across the raging sea.
    I have learned to let my life flow-- read more »

    Judith Durnbaugh
  • 348.
    Sonnet: God Improves Things

    At last, the day has come for the accursed,
    When shift they must, their trade to newer site;
    This place is free from all its troubles nursed,
    And swiftly God improves the people’s plight. read more »

    Dr John Celes
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