Rights Animal Poems | Examples
These Rights Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Rights. These are the best examples of Animal Rights poems written by international poets.
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.)
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 job.—
Yet, even still, I meet no day when not
a hungry shopper comes to claim a kill.
And for the taste of murdered, smoldered meat,
—(we sear our ethics inside that same pot)—
they beg me: “I can’t bear do it, but will
you?”. — — I’m sorry, truly, crustacean…”treat”.
Tis the way of life's challenge as an adult male,
the prize parts in two fates: flock ownership tethered
innate skills, exiting rights the Bachelor's Herd
as skills tested, foes midst or yond; fail or prevail.
Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest
The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.
Regal lion of the square table knights
You know our hearts, you right our rights.
We admire you, you are our hero, lioness said.
Her compliments went straight past regal lion’s head.
He is too wise for you, the jokester told the feline.
She did not like hearing this, and began to whine.
Regal lion walked out of the throne room with a swag.
You do not entice him in the least, I said to the hag.
a bird is perched high
grateful for the moment spent
carefree melodies
feeling brave and energized
embrace the peaceful aura
01.05.2023
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his mind is engaged
cold dive into the fresh snow -
in search of a mice
07.12.2022
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its feathered beauty
a vigilant night worker -
mouse a real treat
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In antler duel
to the death do them apart
echo in mountains
the kingdom of the red deer
roaring in the autumn night
11.11.2022
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~ Poem of the Day 12.11.2022 ~
Tiny little seeds
the tree abounds with pine cones
the pocket is full
hope for the future forest
squirrel tracks left on the ground
03.11.2022
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Don't step on me
sweet Marie
This world is so big
I'm not a candy polka pig
Bend down on your knees
please, Louise
Hello, James
are you ready for guessing games ?
He knew how to be friendly
always spoke gently
When the grass turns yellow and dries
without the shell I may die
I believe you realize it
I'm slimy, yes I admit
My name is Arden
I live in this garden
I carry my house on my back
and sets out on my track
Ha,ha did you guess I was a whale?
No, I'm a happy little snail
02.11.2022
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3rd place in the contest
Capture the moments that will never come back
two squirrels play in the walnut tree
Do they use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
26.10.22
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I take the pain
Like a person
I swallow the sin
Like a good man
All around you and I
Resides the nasty Satan
That’s why you and I
Can’t see eye to eye
Now take the pain
Like a person
Like a woman
Or like a man
That’s your choice
That’s your luck
To swim in the dust
That’s your lust
Now, this is your turn
To rot, to burn
To walk away or to talk.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
The croaking toad
The spitting toad
Is ill
Time and wind pass
Like poor cowards.
Nothing is forever
Life will remain beautiful
Put a little salt
‘Cause we must fill up the shovel
Where everything is bland.
It's snowing in my heart
It's not a great misfortune
Clouds and birds pass.
The croaking toad
The spitting toad
Has lost happiness.
P.S. Translation of “Le Crapaud De Montmartre” by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © May 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Being a rooster in a chicken coop is not easily
Six pretentious ladies who always tease me
Miss Petunia uses lipstick to please me
Miss Chanel trips on real high heels so breezy
Miss Ruby is lazy and always needs me
Miss Mathilde showers with her pretty feathers freely
Miss Bella is both rude and greedy
Miss Little says these girls are actually sleazy
No, it's not a dream to be a rooster believe me
By the way, my name is Mr. Rooster Stevie
14.04.2022
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