Poems About: TIGER
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337.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
If a tiger would come alive,
from my paintings and sketches,
Could you make a wild guess,
What it would be. read more »Jay P Narain
339.Tale of Tiger Tail?
Tiger's dazed and feelin' kinda frail!
Incredibly tryin' to late night drive by braille?
Gosh darn fire hydrant and tree!
Escalade crumpled - and now all over the tv! read more »Hubert Wilson
340.* * * SMALL NOVEL OF THE BIG WOOD
SMALL NOVEL OF THE BIG WOOD
Goddess Diana bathed inside
Solar beams over wood's valley... read more »Tsira Gogeshvili
341.A Tiger from Woods
There was a tiger in the woods
Who was expert in finding his foods
In chasing holes, he was number one read more »Dr Hitesh Sheth
342.The consistent tiger
Through deep jungles and humid conditions, the consistent tiger still maintains to carry on....
It's eyes are fierce while it shows no fear....
It's legs are tenacious...
as it continues to gallop... read more »Patrick Derilus
343.Could This Be Possible?
'Why have you removed your surgical mask?
And hung that portrait of Tiger Woods,
Upon the wall? ' read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
He was the likely candidate
To be the tiger king,
The one that Nature would create,
From him new life to bring... read more »Denis Martindale
Will you tell me what it was
the unknown of the known?
When you step into the eyes of stangers
you start talking without uttering a single word. read more »Satish Verma
346.THE AURA OF BEING
LIKE A RADIATING AURA,
MY WHOLE BEING GLOWS OUTWARDLY,
WITH THE BURNING PASSION FOR TRUTH,
LIKE THE FIRE OF MY BEING, read more »OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO
347.tiger, the final chapter
It's official, the divorce is now final.
Tiger and Elin are through.
He gets the payments, she gets the house.
Same deal for the Mercedes too. read more »John F. McCullagh
348.How My Story Goes
Walking out in the roses and the waves
Not knowing where I am,
And you not knowing why you feel the need
To bring your body so near to me read more »Robert Rorabeck