The tiger that has once tasted blood is never sated with the taste of it.
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Mighty Tiger
Like a powerful mighty tiger
Thy hunger piercing through mine eyes
As I am planning my move
Feeling the heat on the the back of your neck
Thy Strength as The tiger grips your body
Giving in...He is devouring...Tasting
Your every last morsel
The desire increases with each taste of flesh...
Every dropp of sweat
The mighty tiger once he has tasted the meat
Tames Him
He will hunger for Her always
The Lioness will be part of him
Her taste forever in him
No other will satisfy
Wandering through Life
Craving...
For His One Love
Peter LeBuhn
poem by Peter LeBuhn
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Tiger, Tiger
Tiger one to tiger two
Tiger one says I love you
Tiger two does not reply
So tiger one, he starts to cry
Tiger two says why you cry?
Tiger one says 'you did not reply'
Tiger two says I need not to
Tiger one says why?
Tiger two says i love you
Tiger one says i love you too
Tiger one says why oh why?
Why didnt you reply?
Tiger two says I love you
I don't have to say it
You know its true
Now you know the reason why
Tiger two did not reply
Tiger one realises why
Tiger two did not reply
So tiger one he starts to smile
And says tiger two is very fine
For tiger two is my dearest babe
Whome I think of everyday
And tiger two I cannot wait
To see your pretty face again
Tiger
Tiger with coat of dissimilar stripes,
When he’s angry, tiger swipes,
Tiger cautious, guarding his lair,
Danger lurking, tiger aware.
Tiger hungry so he hunts,
Facing quarry, tiger confronts.
Tiger waiting, being sly,
Undercover, no tiger espy.
Tiger detects, now he purrs,
Hunger pangs, tiger stirs.
Tiger quick, must now surprise,
Here we have one tiger, wise.
Tiger from his throat he roars,
Stretching out those tiger claws.
Tiger moving, stealthy pelt,
Expiration, by tiger dealt.
Tiger now with belly filled,
Anger passed, one tiger stilled.
Tiger sleeping, with the Pride,
Craving gone, tiger satisfied.
Tiger such a majestic sight,
Near extinction, tiger fight.
Tiger beautiful and fine,
You’re such a leonine feline.
Tiger we must have respect, ,
For your great tiger intellect.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Label Me A Legend
smell of blood
sight of blood
walked into the zoo today walked out covered in tiger's blood
stomping hearts and killing tiger love
in the eye of the tiger i wonder if he saw a thug
or a political nigger who just
really hates you because
you were at the top of the food chain but
it happened so fast
that you had no chance to brag
i hope that when they put you to rest in that dark pit
will you go to a better place or be only surrounded by darkness
no pun intended but just to end it all my friend
all the people of my culture will label me a legend
poem by Anthony Ruben Lee Taylor
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Tigers Cry, too
Where's my fierce, fluffy tiger? I'm back from the outside and I just want him to take over my insides; i want to feel his arms, hot blood rushing in as his skin meets my skin that soaks every bit of him in, eagerly. Fierce as a tiger, but his eyes gleam like a baby's. Warm, and cuddly...what more could my rain beaten soul ask for, besides a cup of hot cocoa? Fierce as a tiger, but wounded- just a little bit- and wants a lamb to kiss the pains away. Fierce as a tiger, but tigers have tears and I have tears, too, and arms, hope, love waiting...for the tiger with the blu-dye fur; i'd give it sooner, but he's got to ask. I know that's hard cuz, he's a tiger and i'm a lamb, but i'll still wait...
Tiger By The Tail
What a shock it was so surprising
You looked so small and frail
I didnt know what to do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
People said that you must be joking
You let emotions run away with you
I realized a little too late
I bit off more than I could chew
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
At times life can be so enlightening
But it can turn on you
Lately it gets so complicated i
I dont know what the tiger will do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Tiger's Blood
Man is like a tiger that is ready to attack
And he attacks when he is mad
Because he is full of rage and anger inside of him
But inside of him he has the tiger's blood
That can race up to a 100 degrees celcius
And when it reaches that level
He is boiling already like a tiger does
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Time Is A Feline
Feline,
A carnivore
Is red fanged tiger time.
Sated beast, feasting on my years,
My age.
(A Cinquain)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Life Is A Tiger
Life is a tiger a terrible beast....
a terrible beast who will
eat you up
He does not know CHANEL
perfume number five
from.....cow dung number 23,
nor a Paris gown
from a breech cloth
At least he loves us all the same,
mangles with no malice,
no elite are dressed
for his jaws, blood and flesh
have the same sweet taste.....
he gnaws as savagely
on my arm as yours,
eats both hearts
with the same gusto.
Turn up the music and make the
red lips redder.... we shall walk
down Broadway with
the tiger at our heels.
poem by Isabelle Cooper
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Ruler
Patience, Purity and Truth
Can never be said from the Lion's Heart
Whose determination id to devour
Any Lamb, Goat, Antelope or troubling Tiger
Stained by Sheep's blood
Cleansed by Tiger's blood
The Lion walks away
Either Guilty or not Guilty
poem by Harcourt Noble
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Blood Lust
I found out by the purest accident
that I like the taste of blood.
I felt ashamed to tell anyone,
but denying it would do no good.
I bought meat from the butchers
and extracted what I could,
but the taste failed to satisfy,
which left me craving human blood.
I broke into the Transfusion Service
and drank all that I stole.
It wasn’t long before I was arrested
and found guilty of having no soul.
They placed me in a mental hospital
and tried to cure my thirst,
but the substitute blood they gave me
only made my craving worse.
Daylight began to hurt my eyes,
my incisors grew sharp and long.
I could see clearly in the darkness
but I yearned blood upon my tongue.
My cell mate became lifeless and frail,
because he enjoyed giving his blood.
Other prisoners willingly contributed,
the staff and guards also tasted good.
In the short time that I’ve been here
I’ve become a much healthier man.
Every person here must take the credit
for helping me become what I am.
Even though they won’t release me
they consider that I am cured.
I’m being transferred to an open prison
where new friends are assured.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Eye of the Tiger
Tiger, Tiger burning bright
hunts his prey by neon light
Real or bleached, you know the kind
big up front with a sweet behind..
Tiger, tiger, none too bright
Left his cell phone in plain sight
When Elin saw his contact list
She grabbed his driver in her fist.
Four hundred yards straight off the tee
Tiger drives that easily
But when his little wife went clubbing
His face and lawn both took a drubbing
Tiger Tiger burning bright
Doesn’t like the bright spotlight
Yet on his off days he’d resort
To pros who play a different sport
Tiger Tiger made a tape
of Tiger 'eagaling' his date
It came into the hands of 'Vivid'
If they release it he'll be Livid
Tiger, tiger lost Gillette
And Gatorade sent their regrets
Now he’s hawking Trojan’s Wares
and lady Clairol for Blonde hair.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Cub to Rug
Ragging cub,
rugged tiger.
Tiger raging,
tiger ageing, -
trigger gauging.
Tiger rug,
Ragged rug.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas.
quote by John F. Kennedy
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Bone Less
Bone less
Hen...
Making
For fast food
Shop...
Bone's are
Moving for
soup...
Taste with
Masala..
Nise for hen
Curry
Bite the teeth...
Tasted toung
Taste is fine...
The hen was
Hunted
Dead body
Of hen for
Bone less curry;
Tasted fast
Mani more
Its hen dead body...! !
But -
Bone less curry...? !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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IT's THE GOLF BALL OR ME
TIGER TIGER IN THE WOODS
Hit the ball as U should
Ere the Golf Stick skidded
And U in the Woods ended
Tiger Tiger your fame spread far and wide
Many a wallop in joy you with your family cried
Alas your 'misses' your family dread
And many a tear dropp you dead
Tiger Tiger in the Woods the time has come
When Your Wife has given you ultimatum
It's either me or GOLF you choose
And mend your ways or both your loose
'On my terms' if U want the kids and me
Coz I love you so much honey
I am not to touch the GOLF BALL
NOT for LOVE or for MONEY....
TIGER TIGER IN THE WOODS.
poem by Intensive KS1
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(Hate Poem) Cannibalistic Carnivore
It's all building up.
Bringing another lost soul in.
I wish to avenge.
But all I could do is defend.
Look the other way and pretend it ain't happening.
Being destroy with in.
Just bury my true feelings.
I can't oh I can't be that man I was before.
Everything has been so blurred.
The feeling of double vision.
Mirror images.
Just cut me open make the incision.
Take it all out.
I don't need any of it.
I'm already dead.
With satan I shall break bread.
Tell him the words I've been fed.
Tell him what I'm gonna do
and that'll I'll see him soon.
In the depths of hell my heart dwells.
Chained to a post its screams in a constant agony.
I will have no mercy,
I've tasted blood and i want more.
I feel like a cannibalistic carnivore.
Its eat or be eaten.
No getting around it.
Life sucks and no good will come from it.
Am I me
mentally unstable
Just maybe,
if you feel that way
just stay away.
I hate placate debate everything around me.
A manic state.
Destroy,
destroy all that was there before.
Dropping plates on the floor.
Watch the glass shatter into a thousand pieces.
No more preaching.
Never helping anyone but yourself.
A pretentious evil elf.
Welcome to my cage.
Welcome to my rage.
Welcome to a new stage of a mental kind of thinking.
I will have no mercy.
I have tasted blood and I want more.
Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore.
I have been gotten to.
By a higher power on my darkest hour.
A soul I have devoured.
It had a taste so sour.
But it felt so good cause with it came so much power.
A ego to the head.
I can say no, and hurt someone so deeply.
Feels good
better then it should.
But in this game everyone's a personal gain.
Let me leave my mark my own little blood stain.
I will have no mercy.
I have tasted blood and i want more.
Feeling like a cannibalistic carnivore.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Walked With A Tiger
I walked with a tiger,
In his own maimed pace
And I found myself
Spineless,
In his soles,
Tiger-legged and tired.
Spangled with stripes,
Disdain, an ebony river
Of rue.
The hue taints the blood
The poison intoxicates
The night,
The feet of the gods dangle
From the firmaments
And the cicadas complain about
The scant rain.
I walked with him,
Tiger-like,
With a singeing tiger prowess
A culpable threat of equanimity.
He sojourned
And vanished in the black mist
Of the wintry éclair.
I am tired
As I folded the pavements,
And chased the curbs down, hunted
For bodies mutilated in the corner
Of the jagged cornerstone
I was tired in his skin,
Tiger-legged,
With woebegone paws.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Tiger Eye
Tiger Eye Tiger Eye
Tiger Eye is here to spy
Oh Tiger Eye who's here to spy
My darling Tiger Eye I look in your eyes
Oh Tiger Eye you are like magic
Yes dear Tiger Eye
I believe when I look in your eyes
You give me hope
You give me strength
Oh dear Tiger Eye
Tiger Eye Tiger Eye
Tiger Eye is here to spy
Oh Tiger Eye who's here to spy
My darling Tiger Eye I look in your eyes
Oh Tiger Eye you have a spell
Yes dear Tiger Eye
A spell you cast when I look in your eyes
You give me hope
You give me strength
Oh dear Tiger Eye
poem by Camilla Fodgaard
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Blood Brothers
The tiger
(it was my tiger)
sat beside me
on the bus
& despite the quque
we had got on first.
We had gone
ice skating
& the tiger proved to be
quite adept.
I...I...fell on my bum
to be laughed at by some
he growled and they
shut de ****up!
We went and saw
the latest Pedro Almodóvar
and the tiger
laughed & wept
we sat through it
...twice.
The tiger thought
Penelope Cruz was nice.
I liked my popcorn sweet...
...the liked his salty.
Later we chatted
between urinals
as the tiger
went & went.
I washed my hands...he washed his paws.
The tiger
using the hairdryer
like Madonna
in DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN.
He said he fancied
'A little Japanese! '
'Me too! ' I agreed.
He went home
on the next night bus
from Tottenham Court Road.
It was only then
I wondered
if all adults
had such
imaginary friends.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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