Animals Couplet Poems | Examples
These Animals Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Animals. These are the best examples of Couplet Animals poems written by international poets.
Bye bye butterflies with kaleidoscope wings
Floating on white air inspiring indigo dreams
Bye to blue birds who will magically migrate
Bye to deer and herds of animals who hibernate
Bye to the green leaves kissing my corneas
Tall trees dancing blue breeze I so love
Bye to summer clothes and barely there shorts
To fresh spring sunscreen and riding summer horse
Bye to the summer sun and it’s orange rays
Bye to the times and memories we made
We're under a tornado watch until 1 today
The thunder now rolls, and the clouds are gray
The rat terrier is terrified of what is to come
She can't be comforted which is glum
I wish I could help her overcome her fear
She has a place in my heart very dear
I feel some fear as well because of danger
That could be lurking, so many lives endanger
Some places had flooding from these storms
There has been tornado to form
Dear Lord, help protect us today
Don't let there be loss of life, I pray
Continue to protect animals and property
I enjoy feeling Your presence as fatherly
Amen
Ewe is a sweet, playful gifted sheep
Who seldom goes to shed to sleep.
She loves to explore all around
Doing lot of things that’ll astound.
She goes far without losing her way
She always comes back another day.
She kisses everyone with her gentle nose
She’s tame and amiable, gaining no foes.
She’s bleating in a lovely rhythmic tune
Her Baa Baa Black Sheep gives a fortune.
She learns the melody from her shepherd
Who always sings with his parrot bird.
All farm animals show her safe roads to go
Her best friends are Baa-Baa, Billy and Moo.
She’s so humble and faithful to everyone
Recognizing her shepherd as number one.
She’s too keen, loyal with strong senses
Leading her back to her flock’s fortress.
as the bahotalusheke are doing incantations,
other bavila clans are killing some animals.
The shepherd's lot will never be an easy one.
From morning till night, his work will never be done.
Helped by a well-trained German dog, he keeps the flock
In good shape, so his physique must be like a rock.
Distinctive of his staff that helps him catch some ewe,
That had fallen in some trouble before it grew.
Always alert for thieves around are abundant,
And wild animals, he cannot act redundant.
Lone shepherds are not many, but I know of one,
He came from God on high and like Him there are none.
He distributes pure graces to all who need them.
Woe to those who ignore Him, your sorrow will stem.
The woods were quiet yesterday
I ambled through in lengthened stay
I heard no chatter, hoot or tweet
The only sound my leaden feet
Tree leaves were still, no shadows danced
No bullfrogs echoed morning chants
For in this woodland reverie
The animals were watching me
A paper thrown half haphazardly can tumble down the path with no regret
listen to the trumpet call oh dying soldier hear the sound of God's levet
we are lower animals on earth, trampling on our earth and sea
mother nature weeps at our robotic tactical feet, can't you see
that the karma of the world has gone off its skelter we are paying
for our carelessness and negligence, it goes without saying
we need to re-visit those red poppies on the ground of valor,
and circle back to a time when we wore our coats of armor
for the sake of the soul we need to heal the karmic wheel,
for karma, is something we can't beg for borrow or steal.
By: Mystic Rose
Daffodils sway gently in the warm breeze
whilst buzzing sounds the business of bees.
The birds sing for the arrival of spring -
a chorus for brighter days it will bring!
Dewy pastures of lambs pure white as snow,
frolicking gaily in play as they grow.
Trees adorn in green after winters blight
stand watchful over landscape within sight.
Hibernating animals wake from sleep
as seedlings emerge from the ground to peep.
Butterflies spread their wings under sunbeams
dancing like young lovers chasing their dreams.
Like an artists full palette of brightness,
the days are full of colour and lightness.
Spring at her most glorious in full bloom,
dispels the pallid of a winters gloom.
We were very excited since the day
is nice for a trip to the zoo and play.
The petting Zoo was the first place we saw
and got to hold and touch the rabbit's paw.
All the tame animals came through
and we heard the lion's roar and cows' moo.
The train monkeys, baboons, and chimpanzees
banana junkies were in the few trees.
The zoo trainer was stringent, but gentle,
a loud voice, but never did go mental.
A cold stare that could stun a wasp to mind
and held a stick if they stepped out of line.
Standing close beside us, was a giraffe
stretching out its long pink tongue with a laugh.
Popcorn it wanted that we were holding;
so much fun the day was still unfolding.
5/12/2023
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words Poetry Contest 2. Zoo
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Once upon a time there was a young girl,
who loved books where words would whirl, swirl and twirl.
It all began when she was just tiny,
just a baby and life was sunshiny.
Mommy would read books to her all the time,
did not understood but it was sublime.
Books about fluffy kitty cats and dogs.
about talking bears and even green frogs.
When she reached one year old she had tons- tons,
of books ... and of course some were her best ones.
She could not read but liked to carry one,
each morn' she would pick one book just for fun.
Books about the animals on the farm,
and animals at zoos that do no harm.
As she grew the books got a lot better,
she could read and even write a letter.
She had dreams of being a book writer,
for kids, poems, even a songwriter.
And she did in time so follow your dream,
just ride that magical golden sunbeam.
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February 28, 2023
Poetry/Couplet/The Book Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-514-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/03/2023
First Place
Corrupt farm, disdainful politics
Corrupt farm, unedifying ethics
The Lion gorges the subservient animals but not grass page
Or even does he gobble other feeds in the forest sage
The pronghorns fight it hard to progress
And they feed with apprehension and distress.
When they do require of the Lion—
To give a good reason why he devours them like any minion,
He reminds them of being "The King of the Jungle"
So he continues his diabolical project as a noble.
The grass and fowls of the air remain spared
'Cause no, not sufficient antelopes to make them seared.
The foreign vipers intrude awry
With an acclamation of being their profound territory
But they have come with the interest of politics
Dirty politics!
So they play it well, even more than the crown himself.
These adders bite the innocent beasts of their treasures to will of self.
With the injection of putridity and selfishness
Their anchor of theft and greediness.
Corruption drinks poverty!
All because of a bad conductor of no hearty.
From his feathered bed
a crown upon his head
The little king held court
the animals did cavort
With the tilt of his hand
he struck up the band
The fiddler sprang to his feet
with playful notes, he did repeat
The music calling every child
to sing and dance ~ be wild
When the moon said “enough”
the king went into a huff
The fiddler dropped his bow
and the animals laid down low
The children closed their eyes
hearing whispers of soft lullabies.
Sacred Dwellers
I am of Native American born
To be caretaker of Mother Earth sworn
I heal with powers, a medicine man
Tribal’s wise supernatural shaman
I am a sacred carved out Totem Pole
To recount familiar legends, a toll
Insightful spirit animals pride in
Taking a part as a loved guardian
I’m the buffalo hunted to survive
Tipis, meat, fur, vital to stay alive
I’m the turtle known as the peacemaker
That’s firm, serene never a forsaker
I am lizard, killing me brings bad luck
The creation story I play, soul struck
I butterfly bringer of dreams, arrange
Transformation and life cycle of change
I the wolf early ancestor of thee
Totem animal, wise, social, and free
Icon salmon renews energy rays
The legend conveys, respect natures ways
* Shaman translation- The word originates from the language of the Tungus people of Siberia. It can directly be translated literally to “one who works with fire”.
* Tipis (teepees)
The time will come when the very thought of killing animals,
will be on the same moral level as murdering people.
Snow melting, icicles dripping from the eave
Hint that winter’s frigid air may soon leave,
Replaced by warm breezes from the south
In swampy bayous return the cottonmouth.
When mulberry buds are ready to burst
Buttercups turn upward like they thirst,
My lawn will glow with sweet dandelions
In nature the colors change like chameleons,
Spring flowers present as a lovely bouquet
While the hibernating animals come to play.
The meadowland beckons me for a stroll
And a newness of spirit refreshes my soul.
written January 19, 2022
submitted to "A STRAND" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand