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Animal Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Animal

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

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The Pooka

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
as a nightmare gallops through my open door,
a Pooka* black as coal with eyes which bled.

Its jaw agape red gore froths from his maw,
and it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat to bird-like caw,
it dips for me to mount, as I am led.

Upon a demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to end this foul glamour.

6/7/13

*The pooka is a primarily a creature of Irish folklore. Considered to be both bringers of good and bad fortune. The creatures were said to be shape changers which could take the appearance of black horses.


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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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Cat

It is the laziest of all creatures, 
It could eat and eat filet all the day long. 
Investigative eyes is a feature, 
And it will sing to you its forlorn song. 

It will avoid you like the plague by day, 
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room. 
By night it searches through the halls for its prey, 
The hunted will meet its impending doom. 

The whisper of whiskers against the door, 
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps. 
All at once bounding across the floor, 
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.  

“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again, 
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.


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HUNTED-- FOR CROWN OF SONNETS


We still face the test of absolute truth
As creatures of the wild roam on a vast field
The sun burning through their earthy pursuit
Within this mind, a darkened haze concealed.

I watch their shadows, deepening a leer
My fingers grip waiting for the  light of dawn
While mossy scent pervades on woods’ frontier,
Restraining a planned scheme as moon grows long.

Daylight wakes and I seek the open trail
Across the range, a moose nibbles on weeds
It’s curve -like silhouette fine like handrail
Now, desire for prey claims a game sullied.

Then noises ring, and noises ring again
Deafening the echo of silent  glen.


............................
Seven Stones in the Crown & other Gems 
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud


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'God's Good Earth': a condensed sonnet

The fierce, graceful tiger
(a fearsome, wild beast)
is not meant as dinner
for someone's lavish feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against ruthless people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, the sky, and sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
   Save man's endangered worth
   and restore God's good Earth.



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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 


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A Stone In The Cold - 6

Ahead, the bear in sudden motion stands. With a surge of strength, I turn unstayed by fear, a welling force inside to take command. A grim rivalry, but respect we share, yet, uncontrolled the bear imperious roars. With enraged might, he swings his bloody head. His pain in a thundering bellow soars. Off into the dense forest, he has fled. I slip haphazard through death's devious plan, and kneel in the damp crimson covered ground with survival hard-won by these two hands. I rise to face night as darkness surrounds. The wild's full of creatures, stealthy and bold I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.


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ONE LEGGED BIRD

one-legged-bird stands stressless  
heron shows no restlessness 
one momentum of movement
unheralded inducement 

nature's  fair plan will reveal 
my goldfish goal of his steal
with a fish he will abscond 
leaves frostbitten edge of pond

the moment is  history
shocking feelings felt lively 
my goldfish – our ponds first fish 
ending life on heron's dish 

no moments to wave goodbye
goldfish airborne sky high 

©Ellie Daphne

Note - I have re-written the earlier version into this sonnet.


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All About the Spider

One thing that spiders always love to do Spin their webs of mastery just for you Beauty of their fine, silvery web strings Holding each drop of water in its rings The center holds the granddaddy of all Creator of this masterpiece installed He sits just waiting for the naive bug Then he kills it with his engrossing drug The spider can build this web in one night Some webs are quite the incredible sight Web makes it through many types of weather Even powerful storms could not bother Spider spins all of its webbing just right Web and spider work together with might
Russell Sivey Contest: Along Came a Spider...... Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney 6/2/2013


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Tanya

 
She stalks the garden looking for a feast Once she gets one, she can bite or incite Gaze into her playful eye for instance Quickly am caught in her magical trance. As the sun sets, she comes out of her den Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn Espoused to live by the light of moonshine With nocturnal visits of joy consigned She’s the lower cavum nester’s delight And don’t excavate her own nesting site Managing for food and warmth for winter Taking vantage of other’s living quarters. Known over the world, a flying squirrel As dawn breaks she plays in dim auroral.
============================= Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place Win Contest: Impress Me (Sonnet)by Giorgio V.


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