Tigers Poems

Tigers poems bring the best collection of short and long tigers poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great tigers rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these tigers poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on tigers are here for you.

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017

Not Accepting Defeat In 2017 short poem

Mr.I is gone and the city of Detroit is in a hurt But baseball fans will just rub their hands in the dirt The Detroit Tigers of 17’ are on the prowl It’s gonna be an exciting spring when they

Poems containing references to : Tigers

A Trip To The Wonderland

A Trip To The Wonderland prose poem

Hey ! happy riders ! All set for a pleasure trip ? Would you please take me along Or just share your ambitious plan ? ” Up the hills and down to the vales Across the streams and rivers on

Peto

Peto short poem

I am the little tiger that ran away The jungle seemed to disappear each day I wondered hard and long but I couldn’t stay So I walked down river to find another place to hunt and play Everywhere seemed to

Slices

Slices short poem

Unimpeachable, the shrine wants to move on with snippets of pain. Man has failed the god. Teats were becoming omnivorous devouring the faces, ears and eyes. What would you like to eat stings or thorns? The curt bruises. Are you

Truly me

Truly me short poem

The forest in me dim and bright The sun sparkles gold in my mind, When brooks of feelings swell Like leaves greenish I dwell, Immersed in colors of flowers Roam in the wind of thoughts Till my songs are rippling

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

Bewildering

Bewildering short poem

The restless legs take you, weightless, to marshes to find the stilts. The sea was rising. What was inside our tongues; such unclosing stink, we were afraid to spit it out? The wronged angels were waiting. A topless soul wanders

Is this love?

Is this love? short poem

In my heart, now lives a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower, drunk with nectar. Is this love? In my heart, now lives a bull, with fiery eyes, with feverish horns, thirsting for blood. Is this love? In my heart,

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The Wait

The Wait ballad

The clouds compete, the sky gate The sun shouts, the moon waits! Tasted a bit of sweet success Gleaned through eyes, like a bird that left its nest! An aroma never sniffed, billowing from up top The trees stand stiff,

The Devil’s Whore

The Devils Whore short poem

Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores. Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within. The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull faded

Neeeiiigggh!

Neeeiiigggh! short poem

For long have I been a rover For long have I walked alone; Hiked a hundred highways of life I’m yet to find a home…. Still, sometimes, I have reason to be happy You see Once in a while, along

Fear Of The Dark

Fear Of The Dark prose poem

When black ink spills across the sky The time when ravens roam the heavens When the mythical beast gobbles up the sun Robbing me of the light I need to survive It becomes too dark for my preference. Pitch-black, that

Clowns

Clowns short poem

Why do the clowns Have to die? They take their lives, Please tell me why. His world is always happy, He is not like you and I. A clown is always funny, He never gets to cry. He hides in

Calculator

Calculator short poem

Gone are the days When we used to be Selfless— When we used to Help others Without expecting Anything in return! Today, We no longer Help others Out of sheer Love And concern! We dish out favours to them And,

Genesis Betrayed

Genesis Betrayed ballad

In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven’s face Where heavy hearts have scorn If harvest time is near for us Why are we afraid? Fruits of joy were

One Awe Twice Ado

One Awe Twice Ado short poem

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

36 Years

36 Years short poem

When the facts and figures did not add up When the bank account was empty, and also the cup When I was tired, weary, and worn, feeling all washed up From Illinois to Wisconsin, from Mississippi to California You have

Twenty First Century Fool

Twenty First Century Fool short poem

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

Monster

Monster short poem

Monster lurking around each corner awaiting the moment of absent mind to strike a venomous thing this is knowing just how to bite dripping with venom it sits and waits with a smirk it glares over to confirm the pain

You Run Into My Mind

You Run Into My Mind short poem

You run into my mind When We just thought it was all over, & Then It is pensive more than ever! You run into my mind, Kindling a sense of desire. But again, The thought of adrift Leaves me green

Togetherness?

Togetherness? short poem

He gorged on her dreams with no regret no shame. Afterall, he owned her now. while she hoped that the knot would not change him, she felt herself losing her smile, losing her soul. As the drone of nothingness within

The Ballad Of Douglas The Dog

The Ballad Of Douglas The Dog ballad

Douglas the dog was a cute little chap with a nice blue collar and spots on his back, with his puppy dog eyes he would make you smile and give him a hug every once in a while. He was

Words

Words short poem

The written word is a powerful thing, from a simple rhyme to a song we can sing. With music and melody, emotions are stirred, they live in your memory from the day they are heard.   Words of love in

Who Are They?

Who Are They? prose poem

Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,

Alone

Alone short poem

There is no question. There is no need to teach me a lesson. No one likes me. This is why they leave me be. How do I know? I have neither friend nor foe. They sit in groups, And leave

Another Love

Another Love short poem

Give me a moment of pause in this eerie lull, I do not want to call it a day. The blind fist had provoked the shrine, before the lips started demanding the dazzling kiss of a knife, pure cut-out neck

I Still Survive

I Still Survive prose poem

Lush green tall, gorgeous stunning, Look, I have; Dressed in skinny sexy bark; Exquisite Leaves, embellish my grace; Blossoms strew, Ecstatic odour; Carry fruit for you; You rape chop my body, I still survive; But I weep, My heart bleeds

Fade Away

Fade Away short poem

So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even

For The Clotting

For The Clotting short poem

seething yet silent in land of outrage: strictures of life, my eyes will not see the setting sun; this was the blind spot before the battle starts and spine turns into ramrod in hot sun – to speak the version

No I won’t!

No I won’t! short poem

I refuse to inherit cruel conditioning I will breathe my own bizarre air Call me a rebel if you wish I don’t deny, nor do I care Bare feet on filthy roads A brutal smile to each stranger I refuse

A Little Girl Could Never Be Her Daddy’s Pearl

A Little Girl Could Never Be Her Daddys Pearl short poem

I wonder why a little girl, could never be her daddy’s pearl, She wanted love and care, which to her was never fair, Girl child born was a curse, why was she without nurse, I thought every child born was

The Phenomenal Woman

The Phenomenal Woman short poem

You think you can define me, That I’m just a tick in one box, Like my being is a door, That a single key unlocks. But let me tell you something, I have the universe inside, I hold the untamed

I Love Her

I Love Her sonnet poems

I love her. I love hearing her voice,  seeing her smile, staring into her eyes, and loving her. I love her. If I could I’d do every thing with her; sleep, eat, walk, play, live. I only want to be

The Retreat

The Retreat short poem

The heritage. Storm of violence in our chromosomes: perverts the senses. Spooky fear of burnt houses, broken limbs, utterly committing as witness of silent unbuilding, as the future defies the stunt of withdrawl. Not for tomorrow, the mother weeps for

In search of peace

In search of peace short poem

why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you

New Madrid

New Madrid prose poem

Well I love Tennessee, the mountains, the rivers and the valleys. Knoxville, Chattanooga and Nashville. But Memphis is a disaster Waiting to happen again like it did in the late 19th century when the New Madrid first made its presence

Lost Battle

Lost Battle short poem

Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never

Happenings

Happenings short poem

A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape, catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get

Resurrection

Resurrection prose poem

From Time’s first stirring of momentary dread Hope is crushed by tyranny where what might be lies broken Under a brightly garnered garland a siren of sweet promises. As if the stains of blood and tears were sweet red wine

Your Absence Greets Me

Your Absence Greets Me short poem

Your absence greets me every morning. In the beginning, so noisy, even wild, Thrusting its claws into my plexus, Leaving deep furrows oozing your memory, Bleeding questions and perplexities- Oh, how I hated that spectrum Which darkened my glaring world!