The Tiger
In the jungle,
where shadows play,
a tiger roams,
fierce at bay.
Stripes like flames,
dancing in light,
moving with grace,
a magnificent sight.
His gaze holds stories,
ancient and bold,
a spirit untamed,
adventures untold.
Through vibrant leafs,
he walks with pride,
a creature of beauty,
fearless and wide.
In golden glow,
he reigns supreme,
a symbol of courage,
chasing the dream.
Oh, noble tiger,
grace in your song,
in this wild heart,
where you belong.
With stars as your witness,
forever you roam,
in the jungle's embrace,
you find your home.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This a perfect description of such a great animal and beautiful as well.
Excellent
By the Chinese Zodiac, I’m a TIger…so I more than appreciate this beautiful verse, Georgie, graceful as usual from you.