Love Poems About Tiger or Tiger Love Poems
by Berteena Harmony Of The Soul |
Categories: bereavement, cancer, grief, loss, lost love, native american, tribute,

Windwalker

I
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge

and
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.

A
rare breed
from an indigenous
creed.

His
poetic wisdom
written with
zen.

He
sung his songs
in syllables:
5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7.

His
beloved’s last kiss
left him fragrant roses
when she crossed over.

Where
did our
Windwalker
go?

Lava
beads, sky lanterns,
and a beautiful
rainbow.

Is
he crying with Coyotes
to the moon or on
heaven’s Windswept Shore?

I
knew a Tiger
who walked
with the wind.



by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
PoetrySoup Poem of the Day - January 29, 2019

by Joanna Daniel |
Categories: color,

Colors - Black and White

Life is in pieces of black and white Like a chessboard The moonlight shines through darkness of night Like a barcode ~ Noah chose a raven, then dove Bad luck or peace? A bride in white dressed in pure love Black mourn decease ~ The penguin and the zebra The snow leopard White tiger and the panda Monochrome weird ~ Milk boils when it is heated Tar melts when hot Cotton flies, wool is seated Coal heats the pot ~ I print all of these lines In jet black ink On a white sheet designed To make you think 02/21/17

by Ranjit Iyer |
Categories: love, lust,

The Night In Goa

Sleep, my love, near placid waters
Under a pale moon that lights the way,
Mosquitos resound their ranks to attack 
A humble cottage where you and I stay.
I forage through your hair like the tiger
Whilst you rest your head on saffron pillows,
I press my lips hard against thy milky breasts,
Watching your eyes lift to gaggling swallows.
Your resisting thighs give way to my stern will
You make love as burning hearts confess,
Never shall we come again to this sweet valley
Where the fermented nectar of rapture is pressed.
Have I found you forever, O flower of this land?
Hand in hand together, as we jaunt though the sand.


by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: allegory, confusion

Torment

The tiger always comes at night,
 With slashing claws and deadly bite.
 His eyes, they gleam with bitter hate,
 His scream the answer to my fate.....                  

 My dreams no longer speak my name,
 I know tomorrow brings the same.
 And yet with  hope your love I seek,
 The tiger's breath upon my cheek......

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: cat, love,

Tiger

He waits for chance to settle on my jeans,
This gentle relative of wild felines.
He starts to purr as he lands in my lap.
It is his preferred place to take a nap.
He paws my hand to get himself a pat,
Aware he is my beloved, pampered cat.
I know the routine, it's been well rehearsed
And wonder which of us will nod off first.

He looks at me with loving eyes of green,
A brilliant color not on humans seen.
We nestle down in comfort of my chair.
No place on earth a more contented pair.
Although my work awaits, I do not move,
For I too need a time of purrfect love.

By: Joyce Johnson
Written and submitted 9/21/14

by Kya Dreemurr |
Categories: dream, fantasy, love, romantic,

Where You'Ll Find Me

In forests full of winding trees
With a gusty flower-scented breeze
And tiger-cats forever running free
This is where you'll find me

I live in oceans, blue and vast
I stand on a great ship's mast
Pirates come, we share some tea
That is where you'll find me

Underground, where monsters roam
Waging war over a lost home
Low deep growls the humans flee
This is where you'll find me.

Flying high with butterflies
Holding children when they cry
Thinking about when you kissed me
That is where you'll find me

All alone in an empty place 
Coming, going without a trace.
An undying romance, love that whirls
You will find me in your DreamWorld

by Daphne Moran |
Categories: childhood,

Abbie

Can we play vets?
Yes Abbie
My Tiger is ill
Yes Abbie
He swallowed some stones
Yes Abbie 
Will you take them out?
Yes Abbie
17 stones
There were 20 Nanny
Love you Abbie 
Love you Nanny

by Ivor Davies |
Categories: analogy, animal, caregiving, family, strength,

Tiger Don'T Eat Grass

Tigers laze in midday sun
their very essence shared,
for when they’re caring for their kind
their fangs are seldom bared,
but should a danger threaten those
that tigers hold their own
they’ll give their life to then protect
all those who share their home.

This beast of beauty, strength and power
with independent streak
is emblem of a lifetime’s love
where power is also meek.
A tiger’s heart both fierce and kind
depending on the need
lifts them above all earthly beasts,
brings honour to their breed

Courageous, fearsome, gentle beasts
no other can surpass,
but just remember, it’s their world,
………..and Tigers Don’t Eat Grass!

Ivor G Davies

by Abdullah Alhemaidy |
Categories: love, love hurts, romance,

Tiger Lovely Spring

lovely tiger's spring
my beloved hurts and bites
handmade so sweeter

by Mitch White |
Categories: africa, love,

Tiger Tails

We are intertwined and insane and I don't even mind
Running you down is bliss, then we pause with a hiss
You excite me as I gain on you, we are two of a kind
Fire in your eyes makes me roar as I close, then miss

You run around me as I give chase without a corner
We turn to scratch and claw in an everlasting roll
I pin you down as your fangs tease at my jugular
Growling as you escape me, your tail fluffed and full

Something in our souls ravishes our instinctive goals
Deep in the den is where we both want this to end
Free of the hunger dulls, we embrace our inner roles
Tangled tails and broken nails, we lay down to mend

for you: 8\22\13

by Taylor Cathey |
Categories: birth, character,

Butterfly

"The Flaming Cocoon "
"4"

Dark covers unfold
The oppressor grip fastens on her wings
Butterfly's colors change
Her skin grows spiked
The glow is luminescent 
Eyes round
Back bent
Hair ravaged
Teeth sharp
A rare beauty 
Who carried gold and silk upon her back and shoulders
Wears the scars of matted fur and tattoos of rag
As he holds her treasures 
He whispers the melody of their love 
The entanglement of his deceit 
Wrapped in fantasy and soul
Has won her heart
Mind
Body
And soul
One betrayal for another
Marks the territory of her despair
Only growing the mark of the beginning
The mark of the tiger.

by Scott Young |
Categories: analogy, deep, heartbroken, love hurts, pain, sad, tiger,

Wild Animals

We  keep  our  hearts  locked  away  in  cages
deep  down,  away  from  the  light 

We  keep  them  caged  like  wild  animals, 
not  to  be  trusted  in  the  presence  of  others

But  like  wild  animals 
we  cannot  keep  our  hearts  subdued,
they  cannot  be  tamed. 

It  takes  only  one  person 
to  open  the  gates. 

In  one  simple  moment,  we  drop  our  guard
and  our  hearts  break  free.

Truly  terrifying  is  the  fact, 
That  people  don’t  understand  wild  animals
and  fear  what  they  don’t  understand.

by Jesse Jones |
Categories: imagination, introspection, life, lost love, love, mystery,

Untitled #336 / Swan Tiger, Savages, and Heaven

Dream of Swan Tiger.
Dream of savages.
Dream of heaven.

by Randy Johnson |
Categories: animal, horror, love, tiger,

An Animal's Attack

Last year I was attacked by a fierce animal.
I shot it but the bullet only grazed its skull.
I began to pray because I knew I'd be harmed.
That creature severed one of my legs and my arms.
The creature that attacked me was a ferocious tiger.
A woman drove up and luckily I was saved by her.
The lady's car scared the tiger and it ran from fright.
If she hadn't drove up, I would've died that night.
The tiger that maimed me had escaped from the zoo.
I fell in love with that woman and she loves me too.
When I was escorted to the emergency room, I had to be carried.
Even though I'm deformed, she loves me and we're getting married.

(This is a fictional poem)

by Tera Brown |
Categories: animal, pets,

My Tiger, His Prey

These cuddly creatures,
Maybe be soft and sweet,
But they do have a temper,
That ones believe is not true,
The sharp evasive claws,
Jagged pointy teeth,
Make up for the fur,
That others believe is nice and neat,
The beautiful colors,
Sometimes with spots,
Don't make them mad,
You might see a different side,
Thats just not so glad,
You wonder what this creature is,
I wonder if I should say,
I wonder if you can handle it,
Just from day to day,
It's new very own creature,
I call him,
My tigers eye,
He's very beautiful,
I found him in a shop,
I have lost one of my body parts,
I picked him up,
Gave him love,
Let him stay,
Took him home,
My tiger,
His prey.....

by Ryan Emerald |
Categories: war

Agent Arkansas 90766 Beta (Part 3)

[90766 Log 003]

7/18     20:12

Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too...

by Kurt Philip Behm |
Categories: power,

Raging Tiger

For those who love the concept of power,
   but hate its execution

A raging tiger has just left its cage,
 —to feed on your confusion

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

by Mercury Anderson |
Categories: blue, green, pride, rainbow, self, truth, yellow,

The True Me

Red hearts of love,
Orange tiger lilies,
Yellow sun above, 
Green outer cities,
Blue sky with clouds,
Purple fruit abounds. 
These rainbow bands,
Bring color to my land.
What can I say?
I guess that I'm gay...

by Yolanda Scott |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, desire, fantasy, heart, poetry,

My Eyes

My eyes have the vision to see inside your soul
my eye of the needle the threads you wove 
behold the eye that seek to befool 
beware of the eyes that once you consoled
take sight of the past 
but focus an eye on tomorrow
don't let the eyes that judges
be the eye of your sorrow
don't let the eyes that betray you
lead your eye astray
don't let the eye of the tiger
get in your way
the beauty in my eyes
mirrors from my heart
the love in my eyes
will never keep us apart
if my eyes exhibit expressions
that touches your soul
when your eyes see the light
it should simply unfold
My Eyes.

by Alice Woede |
Categories: depression, fear, love, tiger,

Part 2, Scratches

I lie here waiting for the endless stream,
Hoping no black tiger dreams
Night came and went, comes and goes
No human comfort makes its show.

Black tiger scratches in my mind,
Hoping one day love he’ll find
But my supple mind has no love left to share;
Black tiger’s sharp claws meet air.

by Anna Sander |
Categories: animal, betrayal, earth, feelings, love, moon, tiger,

Tiger Moon

Oh, Tiger Moon!
Burning wildly in the night,
Can you feel the jungle air,
Beating rhythmically tonight?

Scars lashed upon your brow,
And beaten upon your chest,
Shine bright over the darkness,
And put your soul at rest.

Release your gentle glow,
Let it caress the earth with love,
Soft whispers I will feel,
Lost in endless wonder from above.

by Iggy Frost |
Categories: devotion, dream, lost love,

To a Married Woman

You are the tiger lily,
of my idle mind.
I dream of your unhappiness,
so that one day
you'd be mine.

by Joshua Lacey |
Categories: introspection, life

Eye of the Tiger

I am tiger
Blend in, disappear
Tracking like ghost
Never giving into fear

I am tiger
Hunt what's worth
Meaning of existance
Meaning of birth

I am tiger
To be respected
Love and awe
Who should be neglected?

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: love,

Hello Sweetie

Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff When we cuddle up all lovey dovey It usually leads to some playful smooching When we caress and I nibble your toes Have I ever told you how much that excites me Feelings of passion start to flow Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard By the old couple living next door If they get too excited, they'll probably need A defibrillator, their heart to restore But let's get back to me and my sweetie Smooching and hoochy cooing It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank Absolutely love all this hoopty dooing! © Jack Ellison 2013

by Jesse Jones |
Categories: confusion, introspection, lost love, mystery, social,

Untitled #334 / Swan Tiger

“How do you spell your last name?”
“Zwanziger. It’s like Swan Tiger,
but with Z’s instead of S’s and T’s”
Ah! Swan Tiger! Swan Tiger!
This will be my first novel.