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The majestic tiger is one of the most iconic and beloved creatures in the animal kingdom. It is a symbol of strength, courage, and beauty.
For centuries, poets have used the tiger as a source of inspiration and a muse to craft some of the most beautiful and meaningful works of literature.
In this collection of tiger poems, we will explore the various aspects of the tiger and examine the different ways in which it has been depicted in poetry.
From its majestic presence in the wild, to its strength and power, to its profound symbolism, these poems about tigers will capture the awe-inspiring beauty of this incredible creature.
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Best Tiger Poems
This category will explore the powerful beauty of tigers through poetry. Here, readers can find a collection of the best poems about tigers, their majesty, and their strength.
1. Little Tiger Cat
by Annette Wynne
Little Tiger Cat, with the spotted face,
Do you think you’ve found a baby-jungle place?
Going through the grass, stealthily and slow,
Are you waiting to jump out and scare the folks you know?
And send them running to the house as fast as they can go?
Little Tiger Cat, it’s no use at all,
No matter what you think yourself, you’re rather tame and small,
And with all your hiding and your stern contemplation,
You cannot scare a single one of high or lowly station,
And so, there’s no use trying to be like your wild relation.
2. Tiger in the Sea
by Carolyn Devonshire
I thought I had hooked the world’s largest grouper
After struggling for hours, I was still reeling
Refused help from a friend; I was a trooper
Somehow I found its resistance appealing
Hot sun on the Gulf had me in a stupor
And in my hands I started to lose feeling
It finally came into view just before dark
Was shocked to find a fifteen-foot tiger shark
He’d just been toying with me all afternoon
And he was more than half the size of my boat
I felt like a comic in a weird lampoon
My heart seemed to be rising up in my throat
Captain Ahab might have viewed this as a boon
But far too much weight did this tiger shark tote
He bolted, took off, stripped the line from my reel
And I had to cast elsewhere for my next meal
3. The Tiger
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
“How calm,” he said, “that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!”
The well aimed arrow shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage hunger yearns.
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate—
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy fate?
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
4. The Call
by Jean Bush
Oh, who do you call,
My beautiful one?
Rising in iridescent splendor
In the dark side of light against the creeping dawn.
A mourning cry to follow ere the heat of day,
Dries up the velvet feathered throats of longing.
A reddened eye of patience waits and watches;
Awash in tall grass, brown eyes blink
Then more as fear leaps to flight in graceful bounds.
But a muscular coat of dusty fur and the ruby spray of death
Insures another day of life and an all too ready hunger.
5. Walking My Tiger Home
by Viv Wigley
Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known
in the small print of the sale there was a claws
in a nutshell it was leading to instructions about feeding
if I’d have known I would have stopped to think and paws.
Fur this big cat ain’t no Vegan it eats food like Becca Teagan
in fact any living creature roaming free,
which fills me with disquiet since the Tiger’s fussy diet
means the only thing at home he’ll eat is me.
In retrospect, methinks I should have bought a Lynx
it’s much smaller and so are what it will munch
if I’d thought about it sooner I could have got a Puma
since there’s cattle up the road he’d have for lunch.
And what would have been much neater is an elegant young Cheetah
since they leave us human people well alone,
much much better than a Panther, that would not have been the anther
since all there’d be of me left is my bones.
So the motion I have carried is to go off and get married
and when the Tiger’s ate and belched and had his fill
get re-wed to some more wives, they’ll have short but happy lives
and they’ll help me to keep down my feeding bill.
6. Caged Tiger
by Paghunda Zahid
Amid the chaos
Amid the storm
The dark clouds were adorned
By a dome of seven shades
And a silence prevailed
A stillness was proclaimed
The leaves, the petals stood amazed
While the birds flew in haste
As the sun shone on the cage
Where a tiger was in rage
Roaring and walking still in chains
Watching the rain being flown in cascade
The dried leaves red by blood from a crusade
Started digging up the key from the swamp
In hope that a devine hand will descend to help
The chains will be broken
And the tiger will soon be running in the wild
Ferocious… notorious… with an incredible zeal
On the cliffs, in the meadows and deep in the woods
7. A Day in the Life
by Andrea Dietrich
in India’s heat
the spoors of a lone creature. . .
leading to water
in a shallow pool
the solitary beast bathes. . .
sun pours down golden
a lame gaur wanders
near the tall yellow grasses. . .
the crouching tiger
around the carcass
two females join in to feed. . .
benevolence reigns
racing with shadows
as dusk steaks the orange sky. . .
the Bengal tiger
8. The Tiger and the Dove
by Dawn Drickman
The tiger, majestic and proud
Fearless, strong and solitary
A predator by nature
Domineering yet wary
The dove, gentle and harmonious
Passive and apprehensive
A free spirit by nature
But always on the defensive
The jungles most perilous feline
Encounters the fragile dove
A most unlikely pair
Yet they have found love
Their journey will be a challenge
Obstacles in every direction
A never ending conflict
Between rage and affection
Each possesses, what the other lacks
Complimenting and yet taunting
A compromise of character
Is what they are wanting
She wants his intemperance
He wants her domestication
Together seeking a compromise
In search of salvation
The dove cannot tame him
Or dismiss his need for the hunt
She must accept who he is
Placing him at the forefront
The tiger cannot disengage her
Or deride her passion to nest
He must accept who she is
Keeping her abreast
The future lies uncertain
For the tiger and the dove
But they can conquer anything
If they just remember to love
9. Queen Tiger’s Winter Blue
by Anonymous
Who says only humans are affected by a moon that’s full
seeking family unions and receiving emotional pull
On this enchanted night
Queen Tiger dips her claw into the water and feels marooned
Is she missing her mate in the winter months
or reflecting a time when she was among her tiger commune?
Her body cocoons in warm strips of brown and white
surrounded by butterflies whooshing around
Are vast forests and plains beyond the island
waiting to hear her musky bitter sweet tune?
10. A Tiger Vengeance
by Anonymous
the eye of the tiger is,
the eye of a vengeance
the eye of the tiger is,
the eye of a clash tiger
the eye of the tiger is,
the lure of a tiger
the eye of the tiger is,
the lure of a vengeance
vengeance is a lure of a vengeance
vengeance is a lure of a tiger
resolution is a lure of resolution
resolution is a lure of a tiger
a tiger resolution is a tiger lure of resolution
a tiger resolution is a tiger beauty
a tiger resolution is a tiger vengeance
beauty is the beholder of beauty
beauty is the beholder of a tiger
beauty is a clash of beauty
beauty is a clash of a tiger
the beholder is the beholder of a clash tiger
the beholder is the beholder of a clash beauty
Funny Tiger Poems
Welcome to the world of funny poems about tiger! Here you will find a selection of silly and creative poems that will bring a smile to your face!
1. My Pet
by Jodie Steward
I have a pet tiger
Do you wanna see,
Hes here in my pocket
I take him everywhere with me.
Hes soft and cuddly
With stripes of black,
I got him from a friend
But, i wont give him back.
I tell him everything
Hes a good friend,
We play all the time
From beginning to end.
Some say im so silly
Hes just a stuffed toy,
But they dont know
How he brings me such joy.
He never acts up
Buckles up when we ride,
He loves to swing
But his favorite is the slide.
After a long day of playing
The sky turns to night,
I go to bed real early
My tiger never outta sight.
As we snuggle together
I fall fast asleep,
By my side forever
My tiger ill always keep
2. Tiger Has Had Enough
by Caren Krutsinger
he chased down his meal and let it go
it looked too rough, it looked too tough
we don’t do things this way, he was told by so-and-so
he did not care, he had had enough
you don’t own me, he told his bossy gal
I think I shall escape. I shall. I shall.
She laughed at his ways, his smile, his wit.
If I left you, you would have a fit.
Why don’t you try it? Confident tiger said.
She ran away, and there was no dread
In a few minutes he let another meal go.
And he never again listened to so-and-so.
3. My Pet Tiger
by Barry Stebbings
I took my pet tiger to my doctor
Because it had a very bad day.
Now, my tiger’s depression is still there,
But my doctor has gone away.
4. The Tiger Who Wore White Gloves
by Gwendolyn Brooks
There once was a tiger, terrible and tough,
who said “I don’t think tigers are stylish enough.
They put on only orange and stripes of fierce black.
Fine and fancy fashion is what they mostly lack.
Even though they proudly
speak most loudly,
so that the jungle shakes
and every eye awakes—
Even though they slither
hither and thither
in such a wild way
that few may care to stay—
to be tough just isn’t enough.”
These things the tiger said,
And growled and tossed his head,
and rushed to the jungle fair
for something fine to wear.
Then!—what a hoot and yell
upon the jungle fell
The rhinoceros rasped!
The elephant gasped!
“By all that’s sainted!”
said wolf—and fainted.
The crocodile cried.
The lion sighed.
The leopard sneered.
The jaguar jeered.
The antelope shouted.
The panther pouted.
Everyone screamed
“We never dreamed
that ever could be
in history
a tiger who loves
to wear white gloves.
White gloves are for girls
with manners and curls
and dresses and hats and bow-ribbons.
That’s the way it always was
and rightly so, because
it’s nature’s nice decree
that tiger folk should be
not dainty, but daring,
and wisely wearing
what’s fierce as the face,
not whiteness and lace!”
They shamed him and shamed him—
till none could have blamed him,
when at last, with a sigh
and a saddened eye,
and in spite of his love,
he took off each glove,
and agreed this was meant
all to prevail:
each tiger content
with his lashing tail
and satisfied
with his strong striped hide.
5. I’ve Played Around With Tiger Woods for Contest
by Jan Allison
I’m playing with golf ace Tiger Woods
It’s raining, so we pull up our hoods
Tiger misses the green –
Then shouts words so obscene
He just cannot deliver the goods!
6. Kim Shared A Room With A Tiger
by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Kim shared a room with a tiger
He was from Niamey of Niger
They sang La Nigérienne
In this hotel Vientiane
And they dreamt the dream of Eiger
Famous Tiger Poems
These famous poems about tigers celebrates the beauty, power, and mystery of these magnificent animals. From their iconic striped coats to their sharp claws, tigers have inspired poets for centuries.
1. Save the Tiger
by Ananya Mohit
Save the glory, save the pride,
Save India ‘s Tigers, save the indigenous wild.
Save the unearthly beauty, save the exquisite roar.
Save the Royals by the Sunderbans’ shore.
Save those vibrant deep eyes which have seen it all,
From the Zebra, the Giraffe to the Monkey who had the greatest fall.
Save the paws which have pounced so hard,
On the Cheetah, the Bear, all smashed like cards.
Save the stripped skin that glittered in the Sun,
Save it from being perforated by the deadly gun.
Save Your Majesty as he pleads for forgiveness,
For crimes that were not his business.
Save the emperor of the Jungle,
The law of nature – let us not bungle.
From ‘endangered’ to ‘extinct’ – it won’t take much time,
All that would be left then would be a few
activists’ cries and whines.
Save the mankind from this great fall!
Ponder, whether your entertainment is worth it all?
2. Tiger Dance
by Carconti Etva
Sleek, slender, cracking whip
dip, arch, circle,
agile, quick, deceitfully frail,
Is the delicate Art of the tiger Tail
Sharp, focused, all seeing orbs
dart, stalk, shimmer,
clear, intelligent, decidedly sly,
Is the dangerous Glint of the tiger eye
Strong, crude, ensnaring traps
catch, beat, claim,
savage, unfaltering, with addition of claw,
Is the brutal Work of the tiger Paw
Bloody, pointed, end of the game
devour, tear, shred,
And you with your final note sang
Are taken by the ravenous tiger Fang
I walk away without giving you a second glance
It’s your own fault you couldn’t keep with the Tiger Dance
3. A Fabulous Beast
by Gary Smith
I met a fabulous beast today,
I met him in a zoo.
I was looking at a tiger,
And he was looking too.
Such strength and dreadful power
He carried with such grace,
And there he was behind the glass
And we were face to face.
A beast of such nobility
A king was what I saw,
So full of menacing presence
I felt rooted to the floor.
He fixed his eyes upon me
With a cold and murderous stare.
I’m glad that I was over here,
And he was over there.
Once he was the ruler,
The lord of all was he.
And now he’s here, trapped in this pen.
A prisoner, is what I see.
4. The Tyger
by William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
5. Sumatran Tiger
by Mike Jones
Through the forests of Sumatra
Through the dark and sweaty jungle
Proud and fearless pads the tiger
Pads through bamboo, palm, liana
Powerfully swims across the water
Webbed feet pounding ‘gainst the current,
Unaware of near extinction
Forest dwindling, disappearing
Shrinking by illegal logging
Teak for tables, chairs and profit.
Will our tiger last the decade ?
To our children, ancient history ?
Ancient history, myth and mystery
With the sun-bear and the hornbill ?
Spring to action like the tiger
Planting trees and education
Guardians all of unique creatures
We can save the Sumatran tiger.
6. Tigers
by Joseph May
Through the jungle the tiger moves silently
Like a ghost moving through the trees
It stalks its prey with ease
Then pounces with deadly accuracy
No cage to confine this majestic beast
No zoo to diminish its beauty
No circus to subdue its wild spirit
No whips to put scars upon its back
In the jungle he is king
And is feared by all who dwell within
Tigers running wild, living free
That’s the way it was meant to be
7. The Cannibal Game of God and the Tiger
by Devon Baker
There’s a tiger in the tree top,
playing checkers with the sun king,
cutting light across the cloudscape,
as black takes red for another king me,
God carves the stubble along the jaw line,
clean cut remedy
we all sing for the twenty-third century break me down,
break the matchbox,
light us up,
burn the red wood down,
tiger’s gonna swallow the world,
tiger’s gonna bleed a rectified rainbow realist chorus,
all the pawns are at root,
all players underfoot,
God’s got checkers playing with the son killing world feaster,
tiger tiger, what do you fear?
oh tiger tiger, what hell do you bear?
oh tiger, how death plays you so
so foolish,
tiger tiger,
you fall
8. Tiger in the Rain
by Michael Franks
Most of the time
He’s the lord of the jungle
Everyone grins while he gripes
Usually he’s found just
Lounging around in his stripes
His tiger lady’s
A superfine feline
Just what his highness deserves
A sweet purring pussycat
Proud of her pussycat curves
He’s a tiger in the rain
It’s the thunder and lightnin’
He can’t explain
A tiger in the rain
Who’s frightened
Caught in the storm he came
Searching for shelter
Right up to me and my spouse
We both stroked his chin and
Invited him into the house
He’s a tiger in the rain
It’s the thunder and lightnin’
He can’t explain
A tiger in the rain
Who’s frightened
He’s a tiger in the rain
It’s the thunder and lightnin’
He can’t explain
A tiger in the rain
Who’s frightened
9. A Tiger
by Kapali Kaali
A tiger
The name itself is ferocious
But imagine a tiger
Without teeth and
Without claws
Can it hunt
Can it kill others
Perhaps a tiger
Without teeth and
Without claws
Is like a dead tiger
Or a no tiger
It cannot hunt
It cannot kill others
It cannot drink
The blood of others
So why to fear
A dead tiger
Or a no tiger
Let it come
And live with us
In human jungle
With its toothless
And clawless body
Let it repent
Its violent past
Let it see
How others live.
Short Tiger Poems
This collection of short poetries about tiger explores the power, beauty and grace of the majestic creature. Each poem captures a different aspect of the tiger.
1. Tiger Tableau
by Earl Schumacker
Six shots rang out loud
Woke the jungle calm
My trained tiger hit
Landed on me hard
Good thing I am fat
We both could have died
2. Tiger
by Jo Daniel
Threatened national beast*,
Tawny coat with black stripes,
Teeth sharp and agile feet,
Totally strong and brave,
Targets small animals,
Tracks, tackles, tears, and tastes,
Triumphant growl is heard.
3. Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
by Anonymous
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
Catch a tiger by the toe.
If he hollers, let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
4. Chuck Your Manners in the Ocean
by Gershon Wolf
Pardon me, Excuse me, I’m sorry
Don’t say these words on a safari
Lions will eat you
A tiger will too
Real soon you’ll look like calamari
5. Always
by John O Reilly
Come and live with me,come and walk with me.
Come and dance with me,come and laugh with me.
Come and talk to me,come and take my hand.
Come and listen to me,come and cry with me
Come and share with me,come and hear my thoughts.
Come and help me out,come and see new trends.
Long Tiger Poems
Welcome to the world of long poetries about tiger! Here you will find powerful and evocative verses that explore the beauty and majesty of the tiger.
1. Tiger in My Room
by Troy Wylie-Hill
A tiger just walked into my room
I stop breathing
It walks casually around the perimeter, investigating, unfazed by my presence
I don’t think its noticed me
I’m motionless, silent but the fear inside me is deafening
I hope the tiger can’t hear my fear
It’s purrs sound safe but they are interrupted by an occasional low lazy growl of undecided and perhaps ill intent
My mouth is so dry it burns but the drink on the table before me seems a million miles away right now
I watch the tiger intently as it passes me on its way to survey the bedroom
The tiger does not acknowledge me as it passes, perhaps it hasn’t seen me
I hope it has eaten
It brushes past my arm as it reenters the room and my muscles lock in tension,
The tigers body felt warm
I notice how beautiful, how majestic, its head suddenly turns to me as if to acknowledge the compliment of my thought
Don’t think! Idiot! it can hear your thoughts
I gulp…. it’s staring right at me now
The tiger has seen me, that’s it… I’m done for
It looks at me, into me, deep down inside, tasting my soul to see if its something that may suffice as a snack until dinner
I hope my soul tastes bitter
The tiger slowly approaches, its eyes fixed to mine
I can’t run, even if I could I’d never make it to the door
Please let my soul taste bitter
So this is how it ends, I end
In these closing seconds I try to make my peace with the world, myself
I surrender to my fate of teeth and claws
I surrender
Hmmm, surrender feels ok actually
I let go, my muscles let go, the deafening tension dissolves and calm fills me
I hope my soul tastes sweet
Please let my soul taste sweet, at least that, let my last achievement be a decent meal
The tigers face touches mine, it sniffs me and exhales, breath humid and warm like the jungle
I say goodbye to myself
I close my eyes and welcome its teeth to take me
I’m at peace, I am peace
But moments pass
And moments more
Yet I’m not eaten
My eyes open to see the tiger laying down by my feet
I’m perplexed
I finally exhale
I am saved! I am safe! shhhhh! Stop thinking so loudly
This tiger has mercy for me
Perhaps it likes me, perhaps we could be friends
Pretty cool to roll up somewhere with a tiger in tow
The tiger reaches out and places a very heavy paw on top of my foot, pinning me effortlessly to the floor
Looks like I’m going nowhere
I hope my soul tastes bitter
Please let my soul taste bitter
2. Tiger and Elephant
by James McIntyre
On Ganges banks roams the tiger,
And lion rules by the Niger,
Hunter heard shrill cry of peacocks,
In Indian jungles go in flocks.
And he saw tiger crouch and spring,
To crush a bird with beauteous wing,
But the tiger missed his aim,
And he hung his head with shame.
Then there came a mighty crush,
Of elephants rush through the bush,
The tiger cat-like crouched on ground,
And elephants rushed in with bound.
In front was baby elephant,
To crush its bones did tiger want,
But mother saw fierce forest ranger,
And she gave a cry of danger.
Leader of herd he madly rushed,
Resolved the tiger should be crushed,
But tiger strove to run away,
Willing to relinquish prey.
But when he found that he must fight,
On elephant’s back he strove to light,
But elephant struck him with his foot,
And then with tusks he did him root.
So now once more must praise be sung;
To beasts who nobly fight for young,
And grateful feelings were now stirred,
Towards the leader of the herd.
3. The Tale of Custard The Dragon
by Ogden Nash
The Tale Of Custard The Dragon Poem by Ogden NashBelinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house,
And Blink said Week! , which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda’s dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets but they didn’t hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.
But presently up spoke little dog Mustard,
I’d been twice as brave if I hadn’t been flustered.
And up spoke Ink and up spoke Blink,
We’d have been three times as brave, we think,
And Custard said, I quite agree
That everybody is braver than me.
Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.
4. Casarah Nance
by Sebastian Aaron Baez
Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want to see her in strips of leather
Superhero villain stripper
On pole dancing paper
I’m just her boy toy side kick clown
Don’t get in her way
Because shell give you a lyrical beat down
No longer a princess
But a queen with a golden horn rhyming crown
Photo glamorous
Photo fabulous
In photographs looking dangerous
Igniting my hormone furnace
Exciting to see her in photos
Damn she looks so vicious
Tigress posing with hardly any clothes
Looking so freaking freaky delicious
Maybe if I ask kindly she’ll be my mistress
Maybe one day with live action eyes
I can witness the surprise
Of her slowly undressing
And touching that white womanly softness
Thunder thighs thick with sugar and spice
Eyes cold and penetrating like ice
And I want to take my time and taste
I want a nice health slice of the prize
She has me soaring, flying
Through erotica skies
Taking me out of my comfort zone
To a shame free sexy place
She’s strong and brave
A bondage sex kitten slave
Wild hell cat from outer space
And when we start to chat
She puts my mind in a craze
In a rave blushing from my face
Flooding my brain with a euphoric rush
Enjoying wave after wave of lust
I just want to club her over the head
And take her back to my man cave
She needs a vacation anyways
Zombie mommy
Twenty four seven
Always with a straw and a pot of coffee
Three hundred sixty five
Off to work, oh her aching body engine
Struggling with life but happy to be alive
And what a heaven like body
A body of work of erotic photography
And awesome mind melting narcotic poetry
Do not question
Don’t underestimate her atomic potency
Superstar self driven spark filled autonomy
Burning hot, lava like vanilla anatomy
Creating miracles with word written alchemy
I know so much but she’s still a mystery
5. The Indian Princess and Her Tiger
by Paula Glynn
The Indian Princess walks her tiger
Around the opulent palace grounds
Her strong tiger always serving and obeying her
Every utterance and command she does vocalize
For her tiger is her ultimate protection.
The Indian Princess grew up with her pet tiger:
She knew he was safe to always be around
And the Indian princess is protected
By his true animal grace
That no other animal could ever replace.
The Indian princess grooms her tiger
Gently with a special comb
Her tiger also loving to groom himself:
His coat striped orange and black
A tiger no one to kill or attack.
The Indian Princess loves her pet tiger
Whilst others fear him
For the Indian princess’s tiger does have stealth
And a fierce roar heard all over the palace
Her enemies knowing to stay far away.
The Indian princess does feed her pet tiger:
All kinds of especially prepared raw meat
With many pieces of meat her tiger needs
Because he is her royal protection
And if anyone attacks her, they will bleed.
The Indian princess cherishes
Her beautiful and magnificent tiger
For her animal will never perish
At the hands of a dangerous gun
Only her pet orange and black tiger having won.
The Indian princess shall always remember
That powerful and athletic pet tiger
Because her gorgeous tiger protected her
And warned her enemies to not get too close
They not wanting to be mauled.
The Indian princess never to replace her pet tiger
Having loved bathing with him in the small pool
Having run with him across the vast palace grounds
Having hidden cat treats that her tiger found
Having an animal with compassion and strength.
The Indian princess feeling proud
Every curious person getting excited and loud
The circus show in the vast and excited crowd
Gasping in awe at the Princess’ tiger doing its rounds
The stage man showcasing a roar that is strong and loud.
The Indian princess taking her tiger
Off that colourful and traditional circus stage
But after the tiger tamer doing his performance not into a metal cage
Because although her tiger can attack and feel rage
That is not happening: at least not today.
The Indian princess seeing her protective tiger
Inevitably grow into old age
The Indian princess glad he was never kept in a restricting cage
For the Indian princess loves her deceased from age tiger
A tiger with an old and wise soul and with a true heart.
6. Beauty and the Beast
by Orma Sullivan
The sweet neck of her life came adorned with dazzling jewels of the ages;
jewels imbued with holy virtues, long before she was born.
She rose, alone, Venus veiled above a sparkling sea,
her love light flashing wherever she gazed.
As she spun her cosmic spiral, a tiger, hungry with anger and bitterness,
tore at the veil, hoping to claim victory—fire and passion.
Each time she dipped her head, trying to free herself from the ships of ancient
torments that lay anchored at her throat, the tiger roared for more,
devouring jewel upon jewel—fire upon fire, passion upon passion.
She lay, alone, her carotid adornment shortened by the tiger’s every move,
her virtues struck down until she was left grasping at a choker
‘round her throat, her life soon to end.
Then, in the billowing clouds of her torment, she saw Diana rising from the sea.
She stood on an iridescent ivory shell, her arrow poised to strike.
The tiger raged, but could not pierce the clouds.
A red fury filled with fire and passion shot from its hell-born eyes;
its massive jaws spewed hot saliva that set the sea on fire.
The sea itself cried out, “Golden Diana, make your arrow swift and sure;
the world in Venus is quickly fading.
Strike now, the tiger, and restore all aright!”
Even while the prayer was being uttered,
Diana’s aim proved its power as the arrow found the tiger’s heart.
In a flash, Venus was restored,
her long strand of jewels aglow,
the tiger at her side.
Together they stood in a deep, iridescent ivory shell
and made their way out to sea
with a wind that was sure and true.
All was set aright. All was free
as they sailed into the rising moon,
her Venus jewels lighting the way.
7. The Genius of the Crowd
by Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Tiger Poems That Rhyme
This collection of poems is about Tigers. All of the poems about tiger with rhyme will explore the beauty, majesty, and power of these amazing animals.
1. The Royal Bengal Tiger
by Md Shahadat Hossain
Tiger Tiger, your eyes are bright,
In the forest of Shundarban at night;
You have sharp paws and eyes,
You get stronger at night for preys.
When the moon starts to give light in the skies.
The Shundarban started to be burn with the fire of your eyes,
There is no hand that can stop your aspire,
Who can dare to seize your eyes fire.
Who has shoulder to you fight?
None can reach to your height.
If some one wants to you beat
They suppose to have strong feet,
Is there any hammer or chain?
In which can smash your brain.
No eyes can forget ever your style of grasp
It can compare to terrors clasp!
When you try to kill deers with your sharp spears
The rest of the animals shade their tears:
They can do nothing but to see
No one will come to attack thee.
Tiger Tiger, your eyes are bright,
In the forest of Shundarban at night;
You have sharp paws and eyes,
You get stronger at night for preys.
2. The Hamster
by William Blake
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning ’round
As the chimes of midnight sound,
Must you run that wheel so late
When I’d rather take sleep’s bait?
Your actions make me ponder
This endless need to wander;
To run, though you have no goal,
As if Satan sought your soul.
O hamster, mine, please explain
Why you needs must cause me pain?
Why eschew the sun’s bright beam
For Mistress Moon’s cold white gleam?
Though born to be nocturnal,
Aspire to life diurnal
Lest your status in this house
Sink to equal that of Mouse
And your handsome fuzzy back
Provide Kitty with a snack,
Bringing silence at long last
After Kitty’s said repast.
Hamster! Hamster! Spinning ’round
As the chimes of midnight sound
Must you run that wheel so late
When I’d rather take sleep’s bait?
3. Taming Tigers
by John Watt
Someday I’ll get this sonnet writing right.
Sure, I can count ten syllables and rhyme,
then set my flock of metaphors to flight
and spin ten-dollar words from time to time.
My tiger-words I train with chair in hand
and meter’s whip. Good syntax I require,
true spelling, decent rhythm – I demand
they jump iambically through hoops of fire.
I seek out synonyms with sound appeal
plus apt alliteration and aplomb,
but end up sacrificing soul and feel –
it rhymes; poetically though, it’s a bomb.
To touch the heart is something you can’t teach;
a tiger in a cage – just out of reach.
4. Tiger, Tiger
by Star Bg
Tiger fierce inside the night
Eyes do burn with light so bright.
Tiger roars untamed with call
to give warning for yes all.
Tiger with its stripes so black
It moves graceful has no lack.
Tiger stays out of your sight,
but he roars with all his might.
Tiger, tiger I love you.
From a distance this is true.
Tiger you walk proud and free.
I do stand and bow to thee.
5. The Tigress’ Mark
by Amaris Muriel
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.
6. A Poem Grown to Be Released
by Anonymous
necessary to be in an unopened dark
closed an uninteresting wooden door
glimpse and hide, a vague flickering spark
smell of infused some unborn colour’s spoor
gingerly then swiftly, a growing creature
occupying all the space inside my skull
views and emotions were rolled in a structure
sounds and textures were sprinkled in full
clashed and bounced a few hundred times
fertile enough by intaking meaningful words
a popped out fearless smile, the tiger rhymes
in the cyber poetic field, leaving some records
Tiger Poems for Kids
Here you’ll find a variety of creative and inspiring poems about tigers that are perfect for young readers. Enjoy reading these tiger poems for children.
1. The Tiger and the Zebra
by Kenn Nesbitt
The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine.
He said “If you could join me
that would simply be divine.”
The zebra said “I thank you,
but respectfully decline.
I heard you ate the antelope;
he was a friend of mine.”
On hearing this the tiger cried
“I must admit it’s true!
I also ate the buffalo,
the llama and the gnu.
And yes I ate the warthog,
the gazelle and kangaroo,
but I could never eat a creature
beautiful as you.
“You see I have a secret
I’m embarrassed to confide:
I look on you with envy
and a modicum of pride.
Of all the creatures ever known,”
the tiger gently sighed,
“It seems we are the only two
with such a stripy hide.
“Now seeing how we share this
strong resemblance of the skin,
I only can conclude that we are
just as close as kin.
This means you are my brother
and, though fearsome I have been,
I could not eat my brother,
that would surely be a sin.”
The zebra thought, and then replied
“I’m certain you are right.
The stripy coats we both possess
are such a handsome sight!
My brother, will you let me
reconsider if I might?
My calendar is empty so
please let us dine tonight.”
The tiger met the zebra in
his brand-new fancy car
and drove him to a restaurant
which wasn’t very far.
And when they both were seated
at a table near the bar,
the zebra asked “What’s on the grill?”
The tiger said “You are.”
“But please, you cannot dine on me!”
the outraged zebra cried.
“To cook me up and eat me
is a thing I can’t abide.
You asked me for your trust
and I unwarily complied.
You said you could not eat me
now you plan to have me fried?”
“And what about the envy
and the modicum of pride?
And what of us as brothers
since we share a stripy hide?”
“I’m sorry,” said the tiger
and he smiled as he replied,
“but I love the taste of zebra
so, in other words, I lied.”
2. The Tiger
by Jack
With the jungle around,
A tiger, will earn a lot of ground.
To hunt, it is a skill,
A day in the life of a tiger,
Fear spreads to many a-spider.
The silent stripes slink all the way through,
And will attack, right on cue.
Spiky ears stick up straight,
To detect its bait.
How to hunt, the tiger will know,
But be careful, and don’t take a bow.
Because, if you’re a threat,
You are the one, they want to get.
3. Tiger
by Anonymous
I see a tiger in the jungle
and his eyes are shining bright.
I see a tiger in the jungle
and his teeth are big and white.
I see a tiger in the jungle
and he’s running fast and free.
I see a tiger in the jungle
and he is going to eat. . .
4. Tiger Dreams
by Lydia
Tigers sitting in the sun,
their dozy days have just begun.
Orange fur with jet black stripes,
like a fire flickering in the night.
Look closer – see their claws,
but beware of their mighty jaws!
See their eyelids drooping down:
they’re drifting off to Sleepy Town.
Tigers dreaming of lush green trees…
streams flowing…
gentle breeze.
Waking Toger: another day…
stalking unsuspecting prey…
5. Tiger
by Dolly Bhaskaran
I went to the animal park,
I saw a tiger, in the park,
I looked at his eye, and
I was scared and came off.
The tiger eye, it is scary eye,
Slowly the scariness disappeared,
As I was looking into the eye,
Tiger eye gave me strength,
Tiger eye gave me hope.
I felt very courageous and strong,
I think this tiger spell a cast on me,
With his eyes and made me brave.
when I opened my eyes I saw the tiger
Sitting next to me, in my bed.
This was my grandchild’s big tiger,
which looks exactly like a real tiger,
Then I remembered, telling the story
to my child about the heroic act,
of the tiger and I realized my dream.
6. The Tiger
by Ahmed
Roar Roar
Be afraid
Roar Roar
I’m the one you should fear
Swish Swish
He’s prying on me
Swish Swish
Bow down to me as I Am the king
His emerald eyes will hypnotise
you
But remember he has got babies too
Do Not shoot or they will eat you
HIS stripes prove they lead
It is his crown it will prove to you
He is the king as he say’s Bow Down to me
Final Thoughts
This concludes our exploration of tiger poems. Through this, we have seen the beauty of these majestic creatures through the words of poets.
We have seen tigers in their natural habitats and in our imaginations. We have seen their strength and ferocity, their grace and elegance, and their role in our culture.
We hope that this article has inspired you to explore the world of poems for tiger and all its beauty.
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