Philo Yan

Veteran Poet - 1,898 Points (Malaysia)

Philo Yan Poems

561. My Brother, His Own Father. 8/25/2012
562. My Sister, Lost And Found 8/25/2012
563. Like A Child 5/16/2013
564. Limerick 10/21/2014
565. Limerick Evil Kenieval 11/22/2014
566. Limerick Friends 11/27/2014
567. We Are All The Same 1/21/2015
568. Double 2/12/2015
569. The Moon And The Pine Tree 11/8/2014
570. King And Queen Of Hearts 9/17/2014
571. The Dragon Slayer 10/10/2014
572. Silly Billy 8/26/2014
573. Listen 8/29/2014
574. Storm In A Teacup 7/31/2014
575. Tears And Laughter 4/17/2014
576. Chequered Flag 10/19/2013
577. Raindance 7/8/2013
578. Marriage Wise 8/28/2013
579. We Are Gardeners 4/6/2013
580. For The Caregiver 5/8/2013
581. If You Have A Brother Or A Sister 8/26/2012
582. Poems About Sisters 8/20/2012
583. African Beauty 8/9/2012
584. Say It With Flowers 8/9/2012
585. Twenty-One 9/12/2012
586. Love Is..... 9/10/2012
587. Peacock 9/17/2012
588. Eighteen 9/19/2012
589. Hi Handsome! 9/26/2012
590. Re-Gifting 10/4/2012
591. Red Apples 10/27/2012
592. Sugar 10/22/2012
593. Love Of A Child 1/11/2013
594. Desert Moon (Full Version) 1/15/2013
595. Humor Kills Goliath 1/8/2013
596. End Of The World? 12/21/2012
597. An Angel Who Cannot Fly 1/6/2013
598. The Real You 12/27/2012
599. Passion 1/12/2013
600. Cool Dude 9/21/2012
Best Poem of Philo Yan

Lion's Roar

In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.

Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.

The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.

The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.

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Devil In The Mind

And so it begins at the stroke of midnight
The red devil slips in your mind to freak
With his shiny red trident to match his leather tight
In his leather red boots he whispers with a squeak
Not like a mouse but like a wooden floor creak
And when you hear him, the fear will grip
Your heart into knots, your lungs can't breathe
When the devil visits, your mind just won't sleep.

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