Kids Animal Poems | Examples
These Kids Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Animal Kids poems written by international poets.
Good morning bookstore owner,
here my new book is a loaner.
It is a must read,
it will turn your young readers head.
It is about silly yellow ducks not red,
shaking their feathers and counting ahead.
The kids will love this fun book,
fill your shelf so they can take a look.
Like the sun’s celestial smile
Beaming yellow happy rays
Across bubbly lovely clouds
Hear the children at play
Spring break is happening
Animals seem to know
Even plants are laughing
Blooming in the wind a glow
Spring has sprung a leak
Everyone seems so relieved
For weary of the winter breeze
Forgetting Jack Frost’s freeze
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There once was a squirrel named Tyron,
the Tire Swing Tyrant—his ire on
full display if you dared
to approach (he’d stand, glared),
then pelt you with acorns like iron.
His kingdom? A maple tree’s shade,
where trespassers trembled, dismayed.
Kids tiptoed in fear,
but old Mrs. O’Sheer
just laughed, tossed him peanuts—he stayed.
A truce? No, a trade, it was clear:
her yard safe, his ego sincere.
Now Tyron rules proud,
though occasionally cowed
when the neighbor’s tomcat slinks near.
Kids and cats have much in common.
Cats don't talk, but
kids' questions startle us so!
When is tomorrow?
Where does the sun go at night?
Why does the sky cry?
How long is a minute?
Curiosity killed the cat.
I’m glad kids aren’t like that!
‘Here come some more of them
Plenty of little kids too
Time to put on our funny faces
Entertain them for a while’
‘Chase each other round and round
Make lots of high-pitched sounds
Swing from vine to vine, almost falling
Miraculous recoveries our signature calling’ ...
Like clowns in a circus, they put on quite a show
Yet what’s in a monkey’s heart, no one really knows
"Easter is on the way. Cute and soft bunnies are what little kids are dreaming about." Quote By Poet
My best friend is my honey bunny,
oh how we love to eat a pot of honey.
On a bright day that is sunny,
we will laugh until we have a full tummy.
You are so fun and cute,
even when we eat our fresh fruit.
For Easter I will dress you in a suit,
then to church we will be en route.
Because I'd been good for a very long while,
my parents decided to buy me a crocodile.
Then all the kids on the block
thought I really did rock.
Till two weeks later,
another kid’s parents decided to buy him an alligator!
Shoot! And now some kid’s braggin’
his parents are gonna buy him a Komodo dragon.
Oh, my God! This is way over the top!
Will this neighborhood competition never stop?
Barnabas Dracula Kitty
Barnabas darts deep in my closet each dawn
I go feed him at sunset but poof he’s gone
On Halloween night
I spot Barny in flight
His sharp fangs and black cape greeting kids on the lawn
My basset puppy ran off with my essay
She even stole my mail
She cleaned out all the fridge
and wagged her funny tail
She went through all my papers
and threw them on the floor
Oh that crazy basset
She almost broke the door
I did not stop her
I wanted to find out more
And that is when I realized
Her tongue could clean the floor
She brought me so much joy
I really couldn't complain
This crazy basset dog of mine
Put sunshine into my life and kept away the rain
Whenever I was sad
She'd lay her cute head on my lap
She wouldn't eat or move
Until I took a nap
I couldn't believe my eyes
When she ran off with a broom
She skidded all over the tiles
And brought new meaning on to how to clean a room
Lizards are lazing here and there.
Kids enjoy the water sprayer.
Crows're hopping 'round
across burning ground.
Please soon end this summer affair!
a hill stream flowing
a bottom lake fulfilling
a near sea rising
a hill stream in want
a bottom lake where they flaunt
the sea that boys taunt
a boy wades in stream
kids by a lake play tag team
the sea is a dream
a stream in a rush
a lake dangerously rises
rough seas off the shore
a stream rips its banks
a bottom lake overflows
a nearby sea floods
trees fall in the stream
lake closed signs flap everywhere
angry storm moves in
With an impulsive cognizance of the mother instinct
In physique and psyche, with her lambs, she's lovingly linked.
Her head-butting, as though she looks furious, does not hurt.
Her bleat is rhythmic, like a harmonious bass concert.
Like a mom lauds her kids, to lambs the ewe show her love.
As human spirits, is an ewe's soul, sent from above?
Cultures, religions, histories, and theologies praise
Of her flesh, blood, and veins, the science artfully portrays
Symbol of life that flows from human-divine alertness
Isn't there, in an ewe, a unique peacefulness?
Harmony of wily innocence and witty shrewdness
O ewe! You're a magnum opus of divine fullness.
Excitement is building there is no time to spare
A trip awaits, I ponder what to wear
The kids are all dressed anxious to get out the door
Upon our arrival, we are met by a guide who lets us know what we have in store
We are reminded that we are their guests who greet us in their unique ways
First up, a pride of lions let out a roar, listen to what they say
Giraffes snacking on tree leaves look down and shake their heads as if to say hi
Chimpanzees leap from tree to tree almost like they can fly
Ever wonder what they think of us and why we are free
Think of what they sacrifice just to be on display for us to see
If they could talk what do you think they would say
We must be kind to all living things every day
Bam! Crash! Crack! The hippo went down.
A resounding loud noise in Ice Skating town.
Is the ice cracking? One of the owners cried.
Yes, another agreed, a snake has slithered inside.
I knew this was a lie for the snakes hibernate.
Keep going kids! I hollered. Go on and skate.
I helped the hippo get up and got him warm.
The rest of them left though, in a kind of swarm.
Glowing bright ball of light
More like golf ball in the night
Full moon inspires teal tide
And good witch's broom ride
I like the good witch who
Gives to her neighbors
Who loves chocolate kids
Fruity frogs any flavor
She's a violet volunteer
At the public library
She has a yellow skill
A gift at will to teach
But her cooking class
Is always full of warlocks
It fills up fuchsia fast
They're hippies with dreadlocks
It's a nice caramel crowd
Especially on Halloween
You're not allowed to shout
And certainly not to scream
I tried a dish of her's
It looked kind of yum
Ingredients were stirred
Sticking to my tongue
The witch winked her eye
Said this is what you try
To cook for your friend
Woman or man to turn into husband or wife!