Best Spirit Animal Poems
Beware the morning tiger
Before his first coffee
Look out for the afternoon lizard:
Ectotherm on the sidewalk soaking in other people’s acknowledgement
On occasion I’m a hummingbird
Seeking life’s nectar while shying away from human contact
Sometimes I’m a dolphin
Smiling and dancing in the waves
Last week I felt like a beaver
Getupgotoworkdomyworkgotobedgetupgotoworkdomyworkgotobed
(do beavers even have beds?)
Whatever happened to the puppy
Who would romp exuberantly through the day
Eventually collapsing in utterly exhausted joy?
Be wary of the electric eel
Who will zap you if you get too close
Look at the proudly preening peacock
Hoping somebody will notice me
Occasionally I’m a jackrabbit
Always on my guard, ready to run away from conflict
At times I’m a giraffe
Able to rise above the dust of the day
This week I was a worker bee putting in a day’s work
Happy to let the Queen be in charge
Whatever else I may be, I feel like a White Rhino
Older, wiser, stronger, endangered
My spirit animal is a zoo
…or a puppy
beneath the bright ember fire and azure skies,
I close and rest my eyes for a moment
sleep prowl with the sun's warm caress.
I lie in quiet rhythmic purr of the pride.
the whole land dreads both of the beast and king
that walk-in integrity and honor.
my spirit walks on land until it comes
to a mirror pond to quench my thirst.
my image reflects, a vibrant yellow mane
the color of the golden Egypt sands
and eyes of gold.
a mystical force speaks in my thoughts,
"You, the King of Beast will roar with steel courage,
walk cloak in the lunar power of la noche,
while souls are in peaceful sleep
like a cat you will unseen and
unheard hunt yet immobile."
6/1/2020
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
If you have never been in touch with a spirit animal
follow me for you have simply not paid attention
I have so many I am a walking wildlife zoo
My ultimate most powerful spirit animal is the deer
neck to neck with the wolf and the eagle
Deer reminds me to be demure, to wait, to listen
Wolf urges me to be primal, to howl as loudly as I can
And as often as I can, to be sensual and serious
To gnash my meat up, tearing it apart with gusto
Eagle encourages me to soar, to fly as high as I can,
To take myself safely to the mountain top, and
feed my eaglets any rabbit I can catch and carry
Wait. Do these spirit animals contradict each other?
Remember, I am a Gemini. Mercurial and changeable.
A chameleon also guides me, helping me to switch colors.
Chasing away playful raccoon another spirit animal
who is riding my spiritual dragon into the enchanted forest
yelling commands, followed closely by turtle who tries to keep up.
I praise myself- a 'feral' animal,
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild;
your dedication to herd families
has influenced me since I was a child.
Like you, dear Elephant, instincts abound:
a mother, matriarch surely I am,
consumed with 'tribal' harmony, like you,
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb.
Brave elephant, devoted to a fault,
my sense of duty matches yours for sure.
Connected still, and leading when I can,
so that like you, my kindred will endure.
Like you, a power animal, I'm strong
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too.
My mental 'tusks' plow through life's challenges
and make it easier to help them through.
My empathy and telepathic sense,
like you, attune me to familial needs.
Staunch Elephant, your deep connectedness
and cogent, native skills inspire my deeds.
As imitation mimics flattery,
you, Elephant, I've followed many ways.
Your species has survived billions of years;
that 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
June 15, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 05/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Feral
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/10/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Favorite Animal In The World
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 06/04/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Spirit Guides
Sponsor: White Wolf
Judged: 06/23/2017
He is not of this world
Living between the dream and spirit world
Crossing both borders he does
You can feel his presence
He runs with spirits
Seeking you in dreams
Fear not his appearance
For he is just a visitor
In this world you will find him
In the shadows of the full moon night
Woooooo you will hear his cry
Answer and you may learn
The secrets of the world in which he lives
Open you heart and find
The kindness you never thought existed
For he knows what lies on both sides
Little Bear was watched over carefully by her bear spirit animal
She did not always see her, but she felt the bond and communication
When she was scared or upset, the grizzly bear showed up in spirit
To reassure her, give her advice, to listen and sooth her feelings
I wonder why my spirit animal is a bear, she asked her grandmother
Because you have so much spirit, you needed a large animal
One you would admire, and listen to, the bear chose you.
Never forget to thank her, she is your spirit animal, a gift.
Do you have a spirit animal, Grandmother?
Grandmother smiled at the question, yes, for me to know.
Do you share your spirit animal with others?
From time to time, with a grizzly bear, she replied.
Hawk out of nowhere
Lands on my fence, infecting
Me with its spirit
Magnificent and regal, she stands, alive with wisdom and a sense of purpose in her plans. She lingers along the ridges of great mountains of pine, creating beds within the laurels and fern, beckoning the pack to share her shrewd choice for a lair. Her hair is thick and gray, exquisite in its fascinating appeal to the introspective soul. She reminds the onlooker that she is one to always listen to when the moon turns full and bright. She raises the hair on most creatures necks when she moves her nose to the air, beckoning all to listen to her as she howls out a gracious tune for the hearer. She is alive with a muse that seems to say, “I am sure. I am strong. I am wise and filled with faith”… and that is who I choose to grace my thoughts as a animal who I will embrace as my own spirit animal.
howling to the moon
inspiration fills the heart
songs of the gray wolf
Spirit Animal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Written and Posted on June 3, 2020
Always I’ve been drawn to . . . cats.
I’ll see cute yapping puppies in a pet store.
They just don’t appeal to me as much as
the cute quiet kitty in the corner -
that cat which I can stare at for many minutes,
wondering what she’s thinking as she looks back at me.
Some cats which I “lived with” (you don’t really OWN a cat)
would stare back at me for a long time.
I wondered if I was having some kind of silent communion with them.
Was it their way of showing me respect? Adoration? Casual interest? Nothing?
I wish I knew. The cat is mysterious,
with those big dark orbs staring out from the night’s shadows.
I surely do love a good mystery!
Quiet is the cat, and like me, often a loner that loves her independence!
I recall my favorite cat that lived eighteen years in my house.
Affection she would show, but it was a quiet more meaningful affection
with soft nuzzling in the morning as she woke me to be fed.
Smart was my cat. . . and persistent. She would get what she wanted!
My spirit animal I think must be a cat,
for also like the cat, I am unafraid to know darkness.
The dark is folding in on the world now.
I dig and dig sometimes like a desperate caged feline,
wildly clawing to uncover in earth’s dirt - its black secrets.
I cannot sit like a Persian
perched in lovely fluffy silence on a pillow.
A more aggressive kind of cat I need to be. -
not letting life’s mysteries stay hidden in
the slits of my green eyes.
Like the panther of my youth – fast and agile -
I now cannot so easily be.
More like the dangerous courageous lioness -
which in my life I’ve so rarely been -
I will need to learn to fight.
Though a sweet harmless house cat I long to remain,
may my spirit animal protect me
in the battle that is coming.
Like the cat, I am curious . . . far too curious.
I pray I still have left inside me
at least a few more of my nine lives!
June 3, 2020 for Dear Heart's Spirit Animal Contest
“If anyone wants to know what elephants are like,
they are like people only more so.”
— Peter Corneille
That 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
You, Elephant, I've followed many ways;
your cogent, native skills inspire my deeds
as you attune me to familial needs
I make it easier to help them through
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too,
so that like you, my kindred will endure-
my sense of duty matches yours for sure-
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb
a mother, matriarch- surely I am-
you've influenced me since I was a child;
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild.
May 29, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: My Spirit Animal
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 06/07/2020
Form: Couplet- Written as a Reversible Poem-
can be read up or down.
(Newly formatted poem, with references
from a former poem)
At day break, Commanche maiden wanders to the river
Solemn silence greets her, then a tiny flick in the water
Brother catfish, she guesses,
Movement to the west
She turns and meets the eyes of a fawn
The creature is here to give her a lesson
She listens the best she can
For fawn is her spirit animal
She has much to learn
man and beast travel along gentle moon lit path,
pink land of enchantment shown in mind eye fair,
neighboring warriors sleeping off their wrath
ethereal future battle in the air,
spirit animal gives master a knowing stare
Wyandotte princess sent her favored owl out to the camps
she trusted his council, he would come back with a plan
a link between her ancestors and her offspring,
an ancient wise entity, in the form of a hoot owl
he would be full of ideas,
she allowed herself to dream
knowing this is how he would convey
the plan to save her tribe from the marauders
Every mid nights I stay partially awake..
Haunted by schizophrenic nightmares,
Detached from conscience,
Convulsed by delusions..
"Serpentine spirit" swings me into unimaginable
adventures and tries paralysing me..
I heard a serpent would come
to prick us with venom only if we commit any sin..
But I haven't committed any..? i cogitate..!!
Then, later I verbally query before it could strike me..
To my astonishment I hear some charming music
behind the woods..
Someone comes to protect me
by attempting to rip the fangs of spirits..
While I observe them keen,
dancing to the music being heard..
I understand something..
The fierce movements performed are in fact
to defend themselves..
I intricately watch without taking off my eyes
as they hiss.. and hiss..and hiss..
After some time I voluntarily plunge myself
to wriggle &dance falling on the floor for the pitch and rhythm..
Deep down i perceive strange feelings,
Assuming to be connected with these magical spirits.
Goes on this rhythmic cavort..
as I dwell and sway in the hallucinations untill dawn..
I would call this to be supramundane..
which exquisitely flourishes in my daily nights.
31-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Third place in the Contest.
Note: Spirit animal poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart.
How to find my spirit animal?
I ask father sky, mother Luna, brother wind.
Sister star gives me a hint.
Listen, watch, wait, and pay attention to your dreams.
Allow your thoughts to bring her to you.
What animal are you the most drawn to?
Think about your past connections – trinkets, photographs, art works
If you have twelve pillows with horses on them, she might be your spirit animal.
You may have more than one. I have three.
I have read up on them. They each bring something new to my life.
Some promote tranquility and peace. Others bring you the fire of enthusiasm.