I'm now offering poetry commissions!

If you would like a custom poem for your lion, lioness, or pride page, this is the place to go!
I can provide any type of poetry, be it haiku, sonnet, rhyming or non-rhyming, and at varying lengths! All poems are customized to fit the specific lion or purpose!

Prices are as follows: (2 stanzas unless stated otherwise)

• Haiku (standard three lines, can be grouped with more stanzas): 75 sb
  
• Limericks (can be grouped with more stanzas): 500 sb
  
• Non-rhyming: 200 sb
  
• Rhyming: 300 sb
  
• Sonnet (14 lines): 400 sb
  
• Each additional stanza: 100 sb
  


• GB prices can be negotiated as well, dependent on commission

Example pieces-

Haiku:

Cubs play in tangles
Kept safe in my watchful gaze
A Broodmother's joy


Limerick:

Maguezi, king of the prairie,
Was nothing if not a bit wary.
From prey he would hide,
He embarassed his pride,
The king who found everything scary.


Non-rhyming:

A careful step,
A watchful gaze,
Until felines become formation.
Antelope,
Unaware,
Eat the grass with ennui.
Misplaced paw,
Twigs snap,
The herd springs away in fear.
Huntress' snarl,
Cats bound,
Trying to make a meal.
Sick calf,
Falls behind,
Lions closing in.
Final bound,
Jaws close,
The struggle quickly ends.
Homebound,
Huntress' roar,
They eat another day.


Rhyming:

Mischief is the calling card of every lion cub,
But none so much as Skye, broodmother's bane.
For every rule, this cub will find dozens more to snub,
A wonder that her king's not lost his mane.

Skye can seek out danger like a bloodhound scents a hare,
But just as quickly get back out once more.
Yet, even bold and fearless cubs sometimes get a scare,
And seek out comfort when they're tired and sore.

Her mother's certain someday that she'll turn out alright,
Though all the rest of them will turn out grey.
For now, she'll keep her cubs close as the day turns to night,
And keep Skye safe for mischief one more day.



Sonnet: (Too lazy to write a lion one atm, but here's an older one of mine. I'll edit later.)

A rose by other names would smell as sweet,
The pink, the red, of petals soft as silk.
The lovers, that in ill fate did they meet,
For each, their kin detest the other's ilk.
The swords, the shouts that curse the other's name,
Despite the solemn words of royal decree.
An ancient feud less famous than infame,
Holds for our pair a gruesome destiny.
From secret wedlock time did slowly slip,
And unbeknownst their cryptstones had they laid.
When she found naught of poison on his lips,
Death's withered hand relied upon a blade.
In death the rift of families did mend,
But all were punished before the end.


If you would like a poem, leave a comment or PM me with what you would like it for and if it is for a lion or lioness, a brief description of their personality. For prides, a little overview of the history would be appreciated. Any questions or concerns, please feel free to PM me, and I'll get back to you ASAP. Thanks!


More examples of my poetry here