Best Animalsme Poems
I like it cool and I like it dark.
Long deep sleep makes me grrhhhhh.
Wake me, I'm a nasty mother.
My stride is slow, and low, and mean.
Piss me off, I dare you.
I'll show you how cuddly I can be.
Food binges turn me on,
Bring it all, I can handle it.
But watch your back,
You can't walk all over me anymore.
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I'm waiting for you.
Next time, you're dinner.
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If I Were An Animal, What Would I Be?
Brenda Atry
5/12/2011
Gourmet Spider
Please, please, please don’t eat me
I am so tiny
Not a meal at all
Eight spindly legs and no abdomen to speak of
So please, please, please don’t eat me
I have tapped and drummed on your web
To soothe your voraciousness
Now let me crawl stealthily to the back
Move aside your spinneret
And copulate
But please, oh please don’t eat me
I am not a meal you would call worthy
Of those ferocious mandibles
And the glinting cold gems of your myriad eyes
Please, please don’t eat me
Not this time any way
And if you like I will promise to be a ready meal
Just add water
And you will eat your fill
But not this time
Ok
Not this time
This time let me escape
The deed done
I impregnate
You
And as I scramble over the treads of sticky silk
The panic in my heart
Is a treacherous mistake
For she looks always for the perfection in her lovers
ESCAPE !!!!!!!!
AAAAAGGHHHHH !
What was that
Oh no……
You beautiful …………………………………… cold…………………..
………………………………voracious……………… Bit………………………..
An ode to a great friend, Shadow is his name.
We hunted deer in the fall but trucking was our game.
Years on the road, running Canada and the U.S
To have anyone in that truck, simply put he was the best.
He would listen as I talked of home, as we would roll through the night.
Now it's harder than ever to look over to the empty seat to my right.
Making me laugh as he would howl, when I sang to some old song.
His head out the window looking for a smile, which never took too long.
Countless memories we will have, and I'll always hold near.
Companionship for so many miles and year after year.
So keep an ear out for me boy, as you play in your new hunting grounds.
One day I'll be riding over the rim,and will be calling.
When it's my turn to come around.
Form:
I never knew four and a half pounds could be so heavy
A squirming little bundle of sunshine dynamite
Walking around my neck like it was the derby
My first love weighs in at twenty five pounds of envy
And she is standing on my toes wanting the puppy to drop dead and out of sight!
These distractions keep me busy enough for two jobs with no pay
The energy is good for my spirit right now, pure bliss and youthful exuberance
Hopefully the little messes won't discourage me too much today
The puppy neck massage is good enough to market for a big payday
Doggie play by play today and tomorrow on the info super highway of remembrance
(Snowball has a bloated belly and has wooted five times while I am working on this
poem. (=-(<) yuck!!)
It happened again this morning,
Funny how it catches me with no warning;
I see his waiting leash by the door,
But hear only echos of paws on the floor.
No time for tears, I’m late;
No gas in the car, have to wait
For my turn at the pump, and then
Get back on the freeway again.
Now stuck in traffic, road is blocked;
No one to punch me in, my pay will be docked;
Sirens wail past me with flashing lights,
I can’t even bring myself to pray they’re alright.
The cars inch forward, one by one;
Smoke becomes visible, shadowing the sun;
A burning building outlined against the sky,
Fireman running and rushing by.
The roof collapses in a final heave,
Flames rise higher as I turn to leave;
It catches me unprepared, wide open;
That soft ‘woof’; the sound of hoping.
He carried her, carefully through the smoke,
Cradling her singed body; my heart broke.
I watched as she nuzzled each of her seven
Then turned to her savior, as though in heaven.
It happened again this morning;
Funny how it catches me without warning:
This happiness at the sight of eight empty dishes
And eight wagging tails and eight waiting leashes.
Her name is Della, when she meows
she sounds like a squeaky toy and
looks like a pot belly pig.
Her fur is as black as can be eyes of
gold that sparkle like diamonds.
Once she had been lost but now she
lives with me bringing me more joy and
happiness than I could ask for.
Her name is Della, when she meows
she sounds like a squeaky toy but I
am glad she is my Kitty Della Mae.
Form:
I have 3 cats,
2 girls and 1 boy.
Sometimes when
I am bored I gather
them all up than it's
time to play dress up.
I dress them in lace
scarfs, ties and bows.
For awhile they all
play along until I go
to dress my man Louie
in a pink lace dress.
He looks at me and
Meows alright already.
The girls I dress in purple
pinks and lace I put them
on over their heads they
look so cute.
When everyone has had
enough dress up for the
day Della bats at me and
Lilly meows, hisses and
runs away to hide.
I have a dear old cat named Simba who is wise beyond his years.
He likes to lounge upon my lap and have me scratch his ears!
His soothing purr relaxes me and calms the rhythm of my heart,
But more than that he shares subtle hints that keep me from falling apart!
He's taught me to be satisfied with what I have and not to fret.
He doesn't ask much of me - just food and drink and his needs are met.
Simba has also taught me to set aside time to muse and contemplate,
To take an occasional nap, be of good cheer and to watch my weight!
I've learned from him the virtue of patience (Lord knows I need more of that),
As for hours he stalks unwary prey and pounces upon it in nothing flat!
This inscrutable pal has shown me the importance of perseverance.
His ritual laves have made me conscious of maintaining my own appearance!
'Tis well known that cats are curious and he has honed my curiosity,
That I might apply myself to meet life's challenges with virtuosity!
Now, if only he would share with me the secret of how he survives,
That mysterious matter of reincarnation so that I can enjoy nine lives!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
They call me a giant I don't know why
In this world I feel so small
For if they keep taking all I have
Then I'm really no giant at all
My home is in China but not for long
For my family will soon disappear
We're only a couple of thousand strong
But we get fewer every year
We eat bamboo, it's what we live for
It's also what makes us live
You're gonna miss us when we're gone
And the joy we could have give
Some people even say that I'm a bear
But I'm a species all my own
With five fingers and even a thumb
Something most has never known
They call me The Giant Panda
Though my black and white is distinct
An endangered species that needs your help
Before I become extinct
Kentucky Girl
Passing meadows lush with grass
Rail fences painted white
Stretching off toward distant hills
I observed an remarkable sight
She was a Kentucky girl
Bred from champion stock
Proud and beautiful to see
From head down to fetlock
Her body was magnificent
Sixteen hands in size
A shiny, rippling chestnut coat
White blaze between her eyes
I could see she was a yearling
She had not yet been shod
A girl still basking in her youth
Pawing at the sod.
It seems she liked to flirt with me
By ignoring my advance
Then moving down the rails a bit
Giving me a sideward glance
She would not let me get too close
Though she had no fear of me
Perhaps she thought I’d harness her
She just wanted to be free
Much time has passed since I saw her
And admired her gentle face
But I know I was just born to watch
While she was born to race
Placed 4th in Carol Browns A Horse Story
Her long sleek body stretches, she yawns and shakes her head,
she sees me through the window and decides she must be fed,
her soft white paws pad silently across the dew wet lawn,
she almost smiles, as if to say "how are you this fine morn",
With breakfast done, sat on the mat, she starts to clean her fur,
between each lick of paw or ear, I hear her gently purr,
she sleeps till noon, regaining strength, used up I have no doubt,
in wild adventures, secretly lived, all night while she is out,
When in the garden, a languid air belies a wary eye,
there is very little movement that could ever pass her by,
a squirrel darting through the hedge is chased away with ease,
a field mouse, caught upon the lawn, becomes a toy to tease,
Last year I fed so many birds, this year there are but few,
brave is the magpie who cares to take rest, here, as it used to do,
But, in the evening, curled up on my knee, she brings a smile to my face,
for, as her companion, she leaves me in awe, by her beauty and by her grace.
Form:
You dogs make me happy,
Always barking and yelping,
Always trying to protect me,
And to me your always helping.
I love your big ears,
And your long snout,
There is never a time
You make me pout.
I love how you jump when you
Know we're going on a walk,
I love how you understand me
When to you I talk.
I love the angels
You make in the snow,
I love how you (almost) never
Tell me no.
I love the constant dropping
Of tennis balls in my lap,
And when I'm done,
You too call it a wrap.
You will always be my first dog
I'll love you no matter what,
Even if most people (never me),
Think you are a dirty, stinking mutt.
Even though you can't read this, it's still dedicated to you, my lovable, adorable doggy,
Rusty!
BLACKY
Blacky is a large (of course black) black cat
Who simply takes with me (and little else) his room
and board
With food he never strikes a mood
His passion is shrimp shrimp in all his food
Blacky is bored easily as are the main feline brood
He eats he sleeps he’d talk if he could
Petting is first loved then tolerated
Too much affection Blacky is sated (ho hum)
But let those tiny silky tail-fins stick out of a bowl
He’s dancing around and ready to roll
Oh, then, how he loves then how he rushes
then how he nudges prances brushes!
He’ll give me to know I’m his dearest friend
His antics (of the moment) never bend
Never fear his affections are merely on lend
For once bottomed out that is the end
At least temporarily
One summers eve
I was watching tv
When a big fluffy cat strolled in
And meowed at me
I did not know
From where he had come
But I fed him, and stroked him
It was joyful and fun
Every day he would come back for more
Oh this big fluffy cat, I did so adore
It was one afternoon
When I spoke to a neighbor
She told me that, I was his savior
She looked at me, and as she sighed
She told me that, his owner died
He adopted me to be his mum
My life with a cat had just begun
He gives me such joy, and always the giggles
Oh, and by the way I named him Kibbles
He fills my life with so much love and affection
When he puers on my lap, It's tranquil perfection
You never know whats coming your way
When Kibbles arrived, it was my lucky day!
Cuniculus Romanticus
Hey big ears
Wanna eat some grass
I know where to find all the lush green stuff
Hey wanna eat some grass
Hop this way then big ears
Let me watch your sexy tail fluff bob
I love the way you nibble
C’m over here and nibble on this tuft
I risked my life to dig up this carrot
Aren’t you at all impressed
Hey big ears
Wanna eat some carrot
Look over here I made a picnic
Of succulent dandelion heads
Aw c’mon over big ears
To my clover beds
Let me roll you in the grass blades
Let me nibble on your ears
I’ll dig a endless warren
For all our numberless children
C’mon lets get together
Lets do what rabbits do
They use it as a metaphor
But we know what rabbits do
And I want to do it and do it and do it and do it and do it and do it and do it
But only with you
Hey big ears
Wanna eat some grass