Animal Poems | Examples of Animal Poetry

She came in silence where the cedars sway, A lunar hush beneath the argent trees. The serpentine wind curled words she wouldn't say— Just breaths and bow and coolness on the breeze. Her sisters moved like stars in cascade flight, The Hunters, free of longing, fierce and far. Their eyes held depths no lover dared to write, Each step a hymn beneath...

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Why do I like you? I dunno. Maybe it's the way your bloomers show. In your Scottish dancing clogs yer smoother than a seal or frog's fur. ...

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I have travelled upon the earth and get lost in work I have painted the covers of the universe and mingle With animals in the dirt and have witness the bridges carried away in the sea and rough waves come chasing after me but I hoist myself upon big ships before the thunder rolls...

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ANIMAL CHAOS Dogs barking loudly, excited cats meowing, as rats run and play:- ...

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Altho' 'tis something any sane man would disdain, should abstain from and abhor, there are those I condemn who choose to cry, 'Mayhem!' and let loose the dogs of war. Meanwhile, no need to think twice, I prefer a 'purr', to play nice and release, tho' they may be old hat, the pussy-cats of peace. ...

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As some Indians (dot, not feather) go to great lengths to ingratiate themselves by obsequious behaviour (bob your head if you agree with me) could it be the origin of the expression, 'To curry favour'? Tho' hunger knows no bounds forget the fatted calf despite the nation suffering from starvation by more than half they'll curry a horse but not a cow those bovine ungulates are holier than thou ...

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For a significant length of time, they swim in synch. Then rapidly fluttering their fins like the wings of hummingbirds, ...

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it's usually early as day starts turning over when the air around is as heavy as seas in your chest feelings are intermixed between despair and hope like the sea when your odds are in a bottle, scribbled futilities tossed to the waves, exit on the backside of tides until they resurface with old whale stench one out of water tanning under a hard sun...

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Allow me to introduce the hermit Hugh who I do deduce felt it within himself to eschew an embrace yet being obtuse when on a wild chase did goose a moose in the caboose then a disgrace but such behaviour did induce Bruce another recluse to pick up the pace when playing footsie under the table fast and loose ...

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Regression Whispers ancient almond wild stood still stark in dark forest through which moved determination a quick tobacco roll cold beer AK the companion whispers in jungian depths puffed from psyche fumes of struggle, lymph floated across eyeballs camp was porridge, malaria, madness heart opened a tendril a shudder of brilliant focus how far was freedom ? and...

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I saw the rattle snakes, cobras and anacondas slithering in-between my toes but not of them bit but off of my flesh or bite me at all the field of Green was greener then I thought It would be more fresher and safe then I thought I would be. I saw fresh fruit dangling of trees off like...

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There I stood where the smell of ancient oaken trees ran cleanly clear through the time honored wood only to be hung there lithely clinging unto the very breath we could not do anything but hold… as it became to be beholden to none it seemed to be tied to the polarized tenacity of the...

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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? How terribly do boiling limbs and guts burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? When does its sweltering heart cease to throb? On who’s authority do humans rob that creature of its life? Have we the rights? —the rights to cook a living being? Nights, (countless), have I questioned this brutish...

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Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days; Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise. Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father; And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker. Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as...

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seahorse promenades in most graceful pagentry ~ odd anomaly...

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