Farm Animal Poems | Examples
These Farm Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Farm. These are the best examples of Animal Farm poems written by international poets.
We here at the goat farm
will never do you any harm.
We just want a chance
to eat your shirt and pants.
scenic farm view
cows and horses out to graze
barn and silo stand
cows and horses graze
tails sway from side to side
oh those pesty flies
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I rolled over and went back to sleep,
counting red and yellow sheep.
I heard auntie say, "the sheep are real cheap."
Then I rode off in an old broken down jeep.
Maybe I needed to stop getting in the stoned zone?
Now the sheep farm I do own.
My loving niece Joan said, "be carful Charles."
I did not listen, so I am now all alone.
One afternoon in the Oink world...
Ionik: Oink oink...! (I will always keep you. You are my one and only you!)
Bionik: "Toink yoink!"
a gorgeous owl glided to my Kansas farm house in the middle of thunder
inspired my imagination, filled my writing pen with a bit of awe and wonder
I knew she was not a barn owl, for she did not have a ghostly white face.
She stayed around during the torrential rain, then she flew off with grace.
Mary rushed out of bed.
She loved to feed the chickens most.
She'd collect all their eggs.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Denmark it seems has ( lost all plot ) making sick decisions
For cow herds...Its so grot.' Askew with
Fake science they've gotten on bord.'
Ordering b o v e r to be staple feed has
Been the judgement of their agricultural
Board, cows fed are now dying and falling
Down sick, showing calcium deficiancy
It'd better stop real quick.' The people and
Animals, each have rights.' All else is evil
Treason and misinfomation maladministration an attack on good health.' I despise such low tactics.' I call
Filth; rotten; foul.' Don't be fooled there in
Denmark contest, contrast, push back
Now; now, now..Now. And how.)
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
(“Honeybee on Apple Blossom”, 2020, original pen and ink)
Homing Bees
Up before dawn
To bring home the bees,
Last evening’s swarm
So full and feisty,
And nestled in
Their new hive
They seem contented
Distracted and without concern
That in the end
They have only
Travelled a few feet
From their old home.
(7/3/25)
Hawaii is the place, raccoon decided, loving the idea of course
He sold his farm, plow, tractor, combine, goats, pigs and horse
Ran to Hawaii to sit on a pink beach and enjoy the sand
He said to his mixed drink, I have found the promised land!
The mixed drink began laughing and could not stop.
You have not seen the prices here, he said. They are at the top.
You should have waited until summer and bought a flowered shirt.
And stayed in Illinois where the houses are as cheap as dirt.
The reason the rooster will crow,
Is not just to offily show.
The sun hits its beak,
Which it thinks unique,
And proudly lets all the world know.
Piggies Pinky, Poinky, and Puck
were sloshing in the summery farmyard's murky muck.
It was the day before slaughter,
and they were enjoying the lukewarm water,
and the chorus of the cackly goose and the quaky duck.
William and I went to visit the zoo.
A big sprawling zoo exceedingly grand
We saw lions and tigers, some red kangaroo,
Cute mini monkeys from a far distant land,
And an ostrich who hid his head in the sand.
Past the wild horses on flat open ground
A wide green pasture beneath the blue skies
The wonders of wonders was there to be found
A huge grey elephant, enormous in size.
The poor child could hardly believe his own eyes
The butterfly farm, a wonderful sight
Like watching a dream of magic unfold
Thousands of beauties in motion and flight
Weaving with colours exceedingly bold.
A memory to keep for when I grow old.
Milking time
breaking dawn, the sun slowly rising in the east
as early morning mist evaporates, all is quiet and still
in the distance, a cow bellows.
a cottage door opens and a maid emerges.
in her hands the milking stool and pail
later she returns to the dairy
cows gather at gate
black dogs yapping at their heels
the milkmaid awaits
welcome the warm byre
maid rests her head on cow’s flank
creamy milk pours forth