Poems about hyenas



Graveyard hyenas

Me and my grandfather, buying candles to place on graves of family members, discussing topics hushed for the public, two hyenas of the graveyard... my grandmother frequenting the grave of her mother and father and nanny like frequenting an armchair... i've heard her cry... like a joy division song: an egyptian will tear us apart! but me and my grandfather the two hyenas of the graveyard - a friendly ghost of resurrected israel, suddenly everyone in western europe starts wearing an arabian scarf in the "cool" and "educated" sector of society of a bachelor's degree... vocal terrorists who only experienced the Blitz but not the holocaust; yes, domesticated cats returned into the hands of the wild by nesting in the graveyard... oh the scent of smoked wood of early winter of Poland in the air, winter in siberia, an air of such cold as if climbing Mt. Everest, walking on the frozen tundra plateau. *

Why do old men suddenly
Get a monopoly on guidance?
Why can't youth guide youth?
The old are guided by an automaton
Of death, no one guides them
But suddenly everyone younger than
Them frightens them!
Why take advice from the old
Who's sole concern is to die in
Their sleep?
If we try transcendental passing
Of knowledge we'll be left
With a 100m sprinter in a zimmer-frame
Running faster than the the most
Agile athlete... why take advice
From the old farts? are we in this
Together or not?
Are we a wave born in the 1980s
Or just cripples of splintered appreciations
Of past and future generations?
Well, i can't appreciate the culture of youth,
Younger than me... but i also can't
Appreciate the wisdom of the elderly...
And that's because the culture of youth
Is without experience worth a maxim...
While old age has too many maxims...
While we're craving a narration to serve
Like a duty to prayer, although lessened
In terms of necessitated gesticulation
For dumb-struck rather than lighting-struck
While old men start being avatars of death
And actors of past life,
The youth start to become competitive
And rude and un-guiding...
Clench my teeth at the matter...
The young become passports of sight into lives
You sometimes wished you led
But eventually realise by their example
You haven't; and then clap... clap... clap...
You begin clapping... as a cursor to ensure they
Do not conjure up an encore.

graveyard,  hyenas.

Author: Mateuš Conrad
Date: 20/07/2019


Lions vs. Hyenas:

Born into this world as an angel;
Experiences unheard of and in defeat-
The mouth of outrageous roars and gel
Grown in a circle of many feats.

There came a face filled with scars
The mind of unsure, bold, and assertive delusion
Promotes such gratitude and mingled spurs
To run from me, run from such obsession.

The hyenas are so fake in their attitude-
Their faces are like an abandoned building
With graffiti to cover their indecisive gratitude,
And pretentious illusions that yield bring.

In the dark valleys with only moonlight,
Such attitudes and gloom of darkness
Sets in motion the evil wariness and fight-
The lion flights into the cave of the barking mess.

Hyenas crave the deception to feed on lies;
And the lion's assertiveness frees from itself
The circle of dark redemption that proves his rise,
Hyenas hide behind the masks on the shelf.

Hyenas are busy trying something new
Whereas the lion still never gives up his path.
Hyenas are free spirited in the blues
While the lion is free from the hyenas wrath.

(Possible Chorus):
In the wrath of darkness, one is never satisfied.
In the light of the world, one can be magnified.
No matter what there is a circle of life
That once will be the door to wasted strife.
The light of the world, defeats the darkness of soul.
The assertiveness and protection will be whole.

hyenas,  lions.

Author: Samuel Lombardo
Date: 18/06/2019


Kieł smiechu (hjᛇner) / hyenas' K9

And the hyenas said what the condor
Would have, said,
That the sea lion and the lion
Kept the knowledge of the world
Uptight - for the latter gave way
To a new measurement of harem
Instead of metre - and the latter delved
In brotherly alms - to the kept
Loss of prey - as condor, as hyena, as wolf...
A woo! he he ha ha ha ha ha (hyena,
Fox of Europe)...
Cackled the crow in imitation -
Cra cra cra! kenaz ᚱᚨ kenaz ᚱᚨ kenaz ᚱᚨ!


Author: Mateuš Conrad
Date: 15/01/2019


Life of hyenas

I went to this meeting
(when I was a kid)
Of hyenas;
And the ritual
Consisted mainly of laughing
And they laughed and they laughed -
You know, and I just didn't get it

I demanded an explanation -
But no fellow-hyena could explain it

Everybody laughs
Nobody knows why;
And now I am an adult hyena
And I just laugh - *it's something to do
With survival, I think

hyenas,  life.

Author: Raj Arumugam
Date: 21/09/2018



Lost in the faint, unsettled dust of wonder,
We become the chains that pull us under,
The architects of empty wishing wells,
Or the ghosts that haunt these cheap motels,
And as hope crumbled into ash and rust,
I was left with nobody but myself to trust,
Just the paranoia upon which we all depend,
And the sad songs where we met our end,
Still my heart kept dancing in unsteady code,
As I buried my pride by the side of the road,
Singing black sheep, bedroom, bells of war,
I still remember where you keep the floor,
And as their laughter fell apart like rain,
I was left with nobody but myself to blame,
Just the empty promises that we all pretend,
And the silence where we'll meet our end.


Author: Jack
Date: 09/09/2018


The matriarchal spotted hyenas

It's woman power here
In the clans of the spotted hyenas -
The women are bigger and the males fear;
Fathers are kind to daughters
So at least the daughters will be nice to them

So women really just give orders
And the male hyenas obey
With mirth and laughter

Did you take the garbage out?
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Did you put the toilet seat cover down?
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Have you mopped the floor?
Yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Is dinner ready on the ground?
*yeah, ha, ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah

hyenas,  spotted.

Author: Raj Arumugam
Date: 25/06/2018



Hyenas are untameable they are the Bannon of the evolution
Plotting their own course on how to sow destruction and enjoy
The consequences. If you are a fisherman and throw a hand grenade
Into the sea, you get plenty dead fish, but fishermen who follow
Rules will hate him for it; the world belongs to the one that kills
The most but you end up eating the mutilated and waste.

In Africa, I suspect Ethiopia; a village accepted a group of hyenas living
Near them a working relation the animals come into the village at night
And eat the leftovers in the roads, job done they go back and rest in
The tall grass outside the village, one can say man and beast practice
Toleration, why can't we do the so instead of threatening other nations
Nuclear hell that will also, in the long run, kill them.


Author: jan oskar hansensapopt
Date: 18/06/2018


Hyenas and Lionesses

This world is but a graveyard
Of kings and kingdoms
Of philosophers and freemen
Of sacrilegious arrogance

For we live in a vast wasteland
Of prospectors and merchants
Only a few steps from oasis
Battling for a distant mirage

Humans are mere beasts
Like hyenas and lionesses
Fighting for supremacy
In this endless ephemerality

**iamthe_avatar 2016


Author: iamtheavatar
Date: 11/09/2017