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Animal Violence Poems | Violence Poems About Animal

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

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Details | Ballade |

The Hunter

The hunter

I saw a man once on TV
He was hunting grizzly bear
Then bear, he got the upper hand
And blood was everywhere
That man was in an awful state
But I lacked in sympathy
You live by sword, you die by sword
That’s just the way it be.

I knew a man, a fisherman
He hunted for big fish
But when his boat did over turn
He never got his wish
Cause big shark came and took his life
And Karma, it was done
It seems that this time hunter lost
And mother nature won.

It seems some folk are low on soul
And only live to kill
I have no sympathy for these
And nor I ever will
When the game gets turned around
They’ve only they to blame
Because they gained their pleasure from
This heartless killing game.


Details | Rhyme |

The quick brown fox

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog The hound takes no notice and sleeps like a log The quick dog jumps over the lazy brown fox The tod is dog-tired—had a fight with the ox.


Details | Rhyme |

Let There Be Peace

Let there be peace! the door to co-existence has not, so many keys and creating minorities is definitely conflict's niece. Let there be peace! Forgiveness and tolerance makes all live at ease. If discrimination is given a chance hatred, it will lease. Let there be peace! why do we allow unnecessary negativities put us under hot quiz and unfortunate repercussions, at us they laugh and tease? Let there be peace! If dwelling on differences does not cease everyone will pay the huge fees. Let there be peace! tasting the bitter fruit of war even if it is a piece takes away good conscience. The plenty suffering it gives our sense of humanity they seize. Let there be peace! Are we lower than the bees; that we can't fly and create together? Are we less matured than the geese; that we cannot sing and dance by the waters together? No, we aren't! Let's live in peace and act higher up the Animal Kingdom where we are, to live void of wars, please......


Details | Rhyme |

The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Haiku |

Deadly Mistake

trip and splash
teeth take advantage and sink
flock must flee


Details | Rhyme |

A Beast

A beast with dark red eyes,
to give out fire burning lies,
a beast with such a hunting nose,
terrible stench where ever it goes.

A beast with teeth like jagged knives,
its mouth of saws taking lives,
a beast with horns like powerful steel,
when there is pain, it will not feel.

A beast with sharp and bloody claws,
its body of scales against all laws,
a beast with a swinging tail of spikes,
to stab through anything it likes.

A beast with wings to slice through air,
to fly and kill without a care,
a beast with death in its mind and heart,
from somewhere far and worlds apart.


Details | Ballade |

Padock filled with bulls

The paddock’s filled with bulls
All waiting there to die
They don’t have too much future
For the farmer, he’s the guy
Who has the power of life, and death
He decides what lives and dies
As he fattens each beast carefully
That’s where his money lies.

I see these creatures roaming round
And it makes me feel quite sad
To know that for my appetite
These beasts be treated bad
The taste of steak is mighty good
But what a price we pay
I eat my share of it, that’s true
Perhaps I’ll stop one day!

One paddock filled with bulls
It opens my eyes wide
To realize these wondrous beasts
Throughout the years have died
So I might feast with bulging belly
It really is not fair
Living on this little farm
It fills my heart with care.

2006


Details | I do not know? |

Who killed who

The Tiger and the Bear.
Tooth and claw, tearing
flesh as death draws near.


Primitive killer instincts and
lack of fear


Sheer brute strength with a
blood thirst to quench.


The Bear, a tower of strength
with a razor sharp Bear hug to
dissuade.


The Tiger, a ferocious attack upon
your back. Blends in like the wind
itself, moves with stripes of deadly
stealth.


The Tiger and the Bear.
Tooth and claw, tearing
flesh as death draws near


Details | I do not know? |

Waltz Dragon

I have no want to help in technical progression. 
With 6 billion and counting. Let someone else do it. 
I have no stride to conquer the universe.
This world is our home. 
With endless areas to know on your own.
Without their help. 

Three lives open this door.
And no matter what. 
Only one of those three will truly close it.
And I do not even curtsy the thought 
of seeing anyone of you there.

When I get to tomorrow.

A priceless restitution. 
For a fingerprint journey of, actually, desolution. 
Its not mad, prince.
Or sad, princess.
Fate is a fable.
Your life is not a story.

Billions of invisible hands. Like any farmers field.
Holding on to a bar with weird engravings
Etched into it.
All of the answers are in the palm of your hands.
If only our eyes could read them. Plucked.
Oh if only we hadn't been fixed.

The garden is very much here.
But when the mother passes out.
And you are separated in concerns for your health. 
You are secretly given the deserts map.
Of only left turns forever a turn is coming ahead. 

There is not nature living with us here.
In the place that we are in.
That is not comfort that you are feeling within.
Its the god of mirage. Leaving us staring blank-less. 
Into a corner of black. Not darkness.

Well! My gums play a gymnast.
My teeth reverse the up and down!
Why not eat your own flesh, indulge in yourself. 

Just on the very edge of the desert bashes 
a soundproof completed tsunami ocean.
Salt-less.
Where men have always succumbed. 
Too terrified to go on with exploration.
There is more than this
Your soul is a great dance.
Not a history lesson.


Details | Light Poetry |

The Pack

The scent of game
A trail is plain
With moon on high to guide us

The chase is short
It’s never sport
And food devoured revives us

Through fields and streams
Wolf calls warm breeze
We’ll run on till morning shall find us


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