Animal 1St Grade Poems | Examples
These Animal 1St Grade poems are examples of 1St Grade poems about Animal. These are the best examples of 1St Grade Animal poems written by international poets.
Ego
Can one compose I, Me, Mine and Myself?
Are you unpretentious hanging on to your
Ego?
Dualistic personalities is it the beast? A seeker
of pure pleasures? Guilty until proven innocent
Amongst your peers.
Digging in the dirt is it the devil inside ?
Animal instincts reviewing the situation at hand
Sends chills up and down one's spine.
Complexities of the human personalities conflicts
between the I'd, Ego and Super egos
Sidewalks and roads morning, noon, and night
Hectic bustle of today’s life
From young tiny feet
To the old with silver in their hair
The noise of cars, trucks, and buses
Along with the machines that are improving
The roads, bridges, and sidewalks that are utilized daily
A symphony of chaos trying to distract our attention
Our attention we need to stay on course
Ensuring are safety is never out of reach
To reach out destination in one peace and safe.
With a quack, quack, quack, so our journey begins
How to safely cross the street. We quack, quack, quack with our partners
Our hand in hand while we look up and down the street we quack, quack, quack.
The next step still hand in hand is to cross the street with care.
Crossing the street we say waddle, waddle, waddle until we reach our
Goal of the other side of the street. Until safely reached
We repeat waddle, waddle, waddle until safely all reached.
I always wanted my own dog.
Someone to sit under the table with me.
Fuzzy warm animal to hug,
When too much shouting from above.
"You can't have a dog!
Too many fleas,
Ticks you may not see!
As for a fuzzy warm to hug,
Go get your teddy bear.
He's a big lug!"
I've hugged all the fur off my old teddy bear.
He only has one eye.
The other in a corner,
Over there.
I still want my own dog.
To sit under the table with me.
Warm and fuzzy to pet,
While the shouting continues from above.
Kehte hai khubsurat hoti hai mahobbat
Koi hamse pucho jab yahi dede dard
Us dard ko ham aasu ban bahate hai
Ham tumse orr ishq kar jate hai
Socha khatam kar dege sabkuch
Par fir tumko hi niharte hai
Na dikho tum to pareshan ho jate hai
Tumhare zikra se hi ham khil jate hai
Chahte hai saath tumhara par chah kar bhi kuch kar na pate he
Ham tumse har roz ishq kar jate hai
If I could be any animal I might choose to be a mouse.
Finding my way by touching walls in a person’s house.
Mice do not get sick, even if they eat food that is bad.
They never get colds or pneumonia like my tired dad.
Their teeth are strong; their incisors never stop growing.
mice have no electric bills, they have no stress of owing.
They can crawl into the smallest places too.
Wait! Is that a mouse trap with sticky glue beside your shoe?
I am balancing myself on my dog, who is built solidly.
He does not flinch, holds steady, my wolf dog, Lee.
A purple giraffe is watching, and he does not look happy.
The cat gives him a hiss, but he does not flinch of flee.
On my left arm I am balancing a dodo bird named Fee.
Hovering near my right arm is a colorful pink and green bee.
There are some posies in the meadow, said my friend Shelly.
A cat is walking by wearing blue jeans that have a sticker, Lee.
Larry was riding his balloon animal to Tracy Town.
The balloon animal threw him off, onto the ground.
He got back up and said “Let’s do this a different way”.
The balloon animal bucked him off again, that very day.
So Larry got a needle and chased the balloon animal away.
Down the hill the balloon animal ran, then swam across the bay.
I wish I could follow you, Larry said with an intense frown.
But I think I will just travel by myself to Tracy Town.
there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down to the shallow lake,
slowly through the tall tufts of dry grass,
they are much the same colour as me,
but my stripes hide me further!
I announce my presence with a loud growl,
making some birds skittle and fly,
a monkey chatters a warning cry,
the cheetal look me straight in the face,
the Sambhal rushes away to a safe distance,
I am in no hurry to start my hunt today,
my last kill should last me this week,
I shall rest and watch my vast lands,
that bear my pug marks and my smell,
the golden Sun lights up my forest,
I am the King of the Sunderbans!
written 20/10/23
Wild Animal Poetry contest
Shadow Hamilton Sponsored
Personification
Pink pony felt silly with all that extra mane so fluffy and big
But her choice was either dye her own mane or wear this wig
She would do anything for her owner, Sarah Leeanna McSwig.
About the rest of these fairgoers she did not give a fig.
Baby calf takes his bath in the pail no matter what
Nearly taking off his chin in an “upper cut”
Because his face is too large, and his petootsie is too
I can hear him trying to get out, he has a loud moo.
Cats are selfish creatures
And as lazy as can be
You can usually find them asleep beneath a tree
They are so very lazy it would be hard to meet
Any other animal that could possibly compete
A sloth is not so lazy just very sloooow
It will never be hurried does not understand the word go
Go where he slowly ponders
Why there and not here
Goodness gracious what's the rush
You really all are *****
Cats' Sloths and other animals all have their special ways
And this had it's beginning in olden days
Petunia was a pink pig
Most pigs are pink
I think
This pig spied a curly wig
Floating in the sink
I thought it was an animal
One that was dead
That lay drowning in the water
Not a wig for a sows head
Sows are female pigs, I think
As far as I remember
Lady pigs don't wear hats
Maybe in cold December
December can be very cold
In some foreign places
People wearing different clothes
To warm, hands, feet and faces
Never in my short life
Have I heard of any pig
I think
To own a curly wig
Wait! I have been thinking
How can this possibly be
I saw my Daddy wink at Mummy
And she smiled at me
If pigs don't wear curly wigs
they can't drop them in the sink
Daddy fooled me once again
I have been hoodwinked
It was much too cold underground
so Winnie wriggled her way to the top
where she found it much too hot!
She turned and wiggled back down.
“There’s no place like home!”, she said.
“I like the feel of my cool skin!”
then she winked at me with a grin,
“I think I’ll read a book instead.”
Anna Alpaca is a sight.
with long, long legs and long, long neck.
She’s almost as tall as a kite!
I lean in to give her a peck
and when I am too close she spits
to let me know to go away.
She’s not rude, it’s just how she gets.
It is her way of saying “Nay!”
Showing elegance and true grace
in her chic shabby rose gray coat,
In my heart she has found a place.
I wish she fit in my pink tote!
She could model on a runway,
she’s such a nice little cutie!
If you are good and let her play,
she might be your sweet patootie!
She softly hums among the grass
listening with long pointy ears
for angry threats that might harass.
She sounds alarm if danger nears!
Her curly hair and big brown eyes
are deeply soft and sweet to see.
She should win a special top prize
for being perfectly lovely.
we’re here and so warm
we’re finally home