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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 | Haiku |

Chirps

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


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 | Dizain |

Rising Sun

Observe how the ants labor without a peep;
Note the fine artistry of the spider's web-spinning;
Who will wake the bear from his long winter sleep?
Stand in awe of the hummingbird flapping its wings;
Listen to the lovely melody the songbirds sing;
Watch the majestic hawks leave their nests and soar;
Bask in the rising sun's heat at the ocean shore.
An invitation into God's presence  
comes from the sun, the creatures, and much more.
All of His creation emits His essence.


Details | Sonnet |

Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


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