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Animal Nature Poems | Nature Poems About Animal

These Animal Nature poems are examples of Nature poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Animal Nature poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Light Poetry |

The Deep Forest



                                You need to go far, farther, even farther
                                     Over small streams and tracks
                    The moon is distant, but can be glimpsed through the trees
                               A moose lifts his head, a beautiful antlers
                                               King of the forest
                                     Can smell the forest and wildlife
                                       The fox howling at the moon
                                              Echoes in the woods
                                           Two yellow glowing eyes
                                It is the owl which are on the night watch
                                     Hope that all mice are safely home
                                  The moon disappears behind the clouds
                                      Darkness falls, deep into the forest




28.05.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

(5th in the contest)


Details | Free verse |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


Details | Rhyme |

My Rhetoric muse

Standing in my home’s backyard, I gazed at the skies
Nothing comes to my muse’s sight but two staring eyes
It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump
Whirling, twirling, passing in the air getting the hump.

Through the summer on the tall tree bare and brown
See how brown leaves are flickering, fluttering down
This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright
Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might

In an old nest of crow or in a hole where day by day
Nut by nut for her winter stock explores stores away
So that when winter sets in with its cold and storm
She would sleep all curled up, all snug and all warm.

She looks again and to make sure after storing there
So she could remember, she hid the treasure where. 

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Dr. Ram Mehta

Contest: make me feel you


Details | Free verse |

Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment



I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 


Details | Kimo |

Seven Pigeons

~*~ Seven pigeons, sitting in the snow Upon a street sign, trembling And the snow is falling As if, on cue they fly on snowy wings Circling the city buildings Till a safe ledge is found Beautiful, they smooth their heavy feathers Sitting quiet in the cold As snowflakes drift below I wish, my own weary heart could fly And as winter blows and roars I could but fold my wings O, could I fly, like seven pigeons And close my eyes to winter And the snow is falling ~*~ February 16, 2013 Kimo x 5


Details | Rhyme |

My Poetic Prose

My Poetic Prose Standing in my home’s backyard, gazed at the skies No poetic prose jumped out, but two staring eyes It swapped the branches of a tree by a daredevil jump Whirling, twirling, passing in mid air, getting the hump. All the summer on the tall tree bare and brown See how the brown leaves are fluttering down This squirrel, my poetry, bobbing from eyes so bright Busy now hunting for nuts to hoard with all her might In an old nest of crow or pie in a hole where day by day Nut by nut for her winter store explores stores away So that when winter comes with its cold and storm She will sleep all curled up all snug and all warm. She looks and again and again after storing there So she could remember, she hid the treasure where.
=================================== Date: 8-12-13 Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place win Contest: Put Your Best Rhyme Forward by Just That Archaic Poet


Details | Name |

The Owl

Hey there Owl sitting up in that tree,
What are you doing looking down at me?
So with a quick little wink and a short little sigh,
that old Owl just replied,
Who?
Well I don't see any mice or rabbits or bears ,
no Eagles or Hawks or Robins, any where.
No Deer or Elk or even a Moose,
So then; yes Mr Owl I was speaking to you.
That old owl just turned his head,
looked the other way and calmly said;
Who?
So with a bit of disgust I started again,
naming off animals, and  even some kin,
I don't see an Elephant or a Zebra or even a  laughing Hyena,
I don't see my brother or sister or even Aunt Myrtle,
Why I don't even see a slow crawling Turtle.
That old Owl turned his head about and looked straight at me,
and with a bit of chagrin in his eye which I could see, said;
Who?
I could see I was getting no where fast,
and this questioning I was doing was not going to last.
So I decided I would end it and just walk away.
I was wasting my time trying to get him to say;
anything but,  
Who?
So I turned and started to walk away,
when I heard these words, in a wise old way.
"I am the wisest of all the birds, because I listen to all I've heard.
I don't interrupt and I wait my turn, 
these things are what make me the wisest bird." 
I turned back to him and with a wink and grin,
and simply said;
Who?


Details | Free verse |

THE COUGAR

Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






Details | Haiku |

Chirps

Songbirds loose small chirps,
Tiny enough to slip through
Momentary rain.


Details | Rhyme |

Bull Moose

              Bull Moose
I was sitting on a rock out near Cripple Creek
Panties at my ankles, I had to take a leak
He sauntered out beneath a tree
Stopped and simply looked at me
Old grey legs, a lengthy beard
Eight foot tall he had appeared
Shoulder, hump and head held high
Antlers reaching to the sky
No pack of wolves, no big bad bear
This guy attacked, they wouldn’t dare
For with his rack and slashing hooves
This forest beast had deadly moves
But getting back to what I did
Wet panties up my legs I slid
Off the rock so quick I ran
Friends all giving me a hand
I laughed and cried once in the car
This memory a lasting scar
For friends told friends and they told friends
And round and round it never ends
So if you’re up on Cripple Creek
And find yourself a need to leak
Leak with caution - be aware
This old Bull Moose still lives up there

Uncle Mike

True story I believe.  There was a picture of a moose on facebook along with a description of its size and actions.  One comment was from a female friend of the poster about her encounter.  I put the two together as a poem.


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