Death Animal Poems | Examples
These Death Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Death. These are the best examples of Animal Death poems written by international poets.
I'd rather fall at the hands of nature—
endure the whiplash from changing seasons,
be ransacked in storms erasing verdure
but not by crude loggers or their reasons.
In time to come, I might be metallic,
slip from imagination, unreal!
What is wood, this leaf, but an italic?
Who will append me to the holy grail,
will to elegize my lost symmetry?
Today has already begun with breeze
lilting foliage; fluttered melody,
transporting berries, bewitching degrees.
A caterpillar licks my face away,
and a worm is canceled by a blue jay.
Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
ocean waves crashing
against tan beach then retreats
leaving dead beached whale
drawn to lights brightness
he has found the end of life
dead on arrival
Dinosaurs, seemed stupid, but quite fierce
Nothing their teeth, claws or armor couldn’t pierce
Humans, being the civilized creatures we are
Auschwitz, the Gulag, Mao’s ‘Great Leap Forward’ ~
How much smarter we are than those stupid dinosaurs
who has seen the flamingo quartet?
This was asked of me by a stranger not met
I thought he was nutty until a bit later
For I encountered the quartet in the elevator
They were all excited, outside finally from their state
We sing jazz and pop they told me; I whispered great.
Want us to sing you a tune? I had nowhere to go.
They sang me to death; that elevator was way too slow.
precious baby bunny
so lively in it's prime
then one day caught by naughty dog,
i hold death in my hands,
as i cradle his final moments
She got oat stuck in her throat.
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Henrietta was precocious and a little naughty.
She loved adventure and sadly died too soon.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Henrietta was way too curious about the afterlife.
Listen, worm, to my rhyme
as you lie there biding time,
grinning there so sweetly,
knowing you will eat me.
Know that one day, you'll die too,
and a smaller thing will eat you.
cautiously treads ground
anxious over his ninth life
tastes the air with pause
that raven is always there
rain, sun, wind, sleet, hail, fog
especially fog; he seems to love fog
I stared in the direction of the crypt
it is not always the same raven I said
How do you know?
they have been watching over Poe’s crypt
since his death, and that was a long time ago.
It couldn’t be the same raven
right?
The lure of the chase
crisp fresh autumnal morn
Ah, for a hunt like this man was born
Dogs point their ears
bugles’ blares cut through the air
Leaves crackle underfoot
the prey in their scents, almost there
The first volley of gunpowder’s heard
From the front issue forth triumphant words
midst swirls and eddies of blood ~ a life not spared
A hollowed weight descends upon the floor,
The floorboards creak beneath a phantom hoof.
Though sight remains a cold and distant proof,
A skeletal presence paces by the door.
I feel the stir of leathery wings that soar
Within the mind, beneath this heavy roof;
It stands in silence, jagged and aloof,
A shadow-shape from ancient, darker lore.
A sudden echo of a breathless sigh
Disturbs the dust like wind on barren graves.
I reach to touch the void where ribs should be,
And find a pulse that doesn't seek to fly,
But lingers in the silence that it craves—
A secret kept for those who truly see.
Horse Trainer Frank Hayes
lived a mere eight thousand days.
Though he won the race,
Death’s Sweet Kiss was ‘pon his face.