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Amaris Muriel Thomas
allegory, animal, beauty, betrayal, christian, corruption, creation, environment, grief, murder, nature, tiger, tree, tribute,
She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.
The ominous reflection of moon
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.
Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.
Her claws prophesy of vengeance
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency
for a soul's annihilation.
Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.
The Lady or the Tiger
Frank Stockton never said
For if he'd ever told us
His story'd've dropped dead
she rode a tiger's back
through a canopy of briars
beyond the speed of light
silent claws slashing night
the tiger tired of the game
and shook her to the side
panting over her bloodied life
it chuckled like all tigers do
just before severing all ties..
though starving it didn't feed
it already took what it wanted
the indigo from the bluest canopy
where dead birds never sing
adventure, crush, sympathy, tiger,
The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug
Jessica Amanda Salmonson
animal, cat, death, mother, nursery rhyme, pets, tiger,
Who killed the cat? Not me!
I didn't do that, no siree.
I killed the bunny
And thought it was funny
But didn't make the cat go splat.
Who killed the cat? Did you?
Fed her to the tiger in the zoo?
I killed your momma
Cuz you killed my lama
So did you kill the old cat too?
Who left the cat quite dead?
An arrow sticking through her head!
We all drove our minis
To run over guineas
But who killed the cat instead?
allegory, animals, death
I carry crimson pain within my fur;
'Tis how my wretched stripes have come to be.
My motion swift as wind, my vision never blurred,
My stature mighty as the waves at sea.
I frown at camouflage, I need it not
For hiding is a trait built for the weak.
Through diligence and wit my prey is caught;
Through stringent fangs that hide a heart that's meek.
Auspicious silence e'er befriends my paws
To tread the lonely vicious jungle that is life.
A life sustained by keenness of my claws,
And by the bitter hatred of my strife.
In years gone by, my roar shall still be heard;
E'en when I die, and when my soul's interred.
A Yorkshire Poet
dark, death, soldier, tiger,
The out is gone, we're overrun, it's 50 to 1, there is no chance left.
The dogs of enemy bark outside the door, soon they'll enter without request
The choices here are fight and die or die with no protest.
Sergeant I know you'll stand your ground until your very last breath
This time we knew we'd face one day has come regardless of consequence
Let hell ensue with gun and blade, we'll fight until we've nothing left
Duty commands our guns and knives, honour commands our very lives
Soldiers we are - we will face our death through tigers eyes.