Animals Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Animals Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Animals. These are the best examples of Free Verse Animals poems written by international poets.
It’s pretty obvious that dogs are simple
Yet alert and engaged creatures.
They live in the moment
And are alive to everything that fills their senses.
In this they are like most animals.
What I often wonder is what do they get from us,
Us with our sense of abstract time
And third person perspective?
Does this perspective rub off on them,
Bleed into their minds the way other mental illnesses
Can become contagious?
Since they are such great empaths
Do they get a sense of our otherness
Our uniquely differentness
Which we call consciousness
And value so highly?
Or are they actually not so different than us,
Conscious but not egotistically so
More like dog-like
Simple and honest, enthusiastic and something
We humans seem to find so difficult,
Relaxedly so.
(10/3/26)
Remember when they used to put toys in the bottom of cereal boxes.
I would eat huge bowls to get to the treasure a bit sooner.
One time I took a most severe shortcut.
I plunged my dirty little mitt through layers of anticipation and flakes.
To reach a little blue plastic pig wrapped in her plastic blanket.
Mother caught and chastised me, just shy of an 8-cylinder cry.
At least I didn't get a beating, and she let me keep the little blue swine.
I never did the dirty plunge again, at least not in front of the scolder.
I never did collect the entire set of plastic farm animals.
Before long, I moved on to Louisville Sluggers and puppy love.
Inspirations come within our knowledge
Changing sky's colours
Non-musical dancing of the leaves
The pursuing sun's motive
The hearted kiss of the grass on my pants
Man's changing strange behaviour
The taming of the wild animals
And the imbedding strange interest in my heart
You, me, us
We’re all born as animals
Mammals to be precise
Helpless in our newness
Dependent on others
Especially our mothers
But at what point
Do we become human?
Is there a moment of awakening
Or is it a gradual becoming?
Is it a first breath
Or something much more earned?
Is it something some of us
Never achieve and some somehow lose?
Is it a thing or a way of being
Or a something only becoming?
We take for granted what we are
We grant it to others too
But what if we are all wrong
And human means something new.
(9/5/26)
A pretty sunny day can start off with white fluffy clouds,
the bright blue sky becomes the big backdrop.
I love to sit and watch the white fluffy clouds,
as they dance across the bright blue sky.
Many times as I watch,
I see zoo animals walking by.
Then the thunder sounds off,
like a canon across the sky.
The day is going from pretty to dark,
is rain about to come in for a visit?
As the peaceful wind starts to pick up,
the birds fly to hide.
It has been hot and dry here,
everything needs a bath and a cool drink.
The flowers and trees welcome the rain,
as the pitter patter starts.
Come down slow they seem to say,
make the rain last for awhile.
hunting the Rue Saint-Honoré
leaves me no breath
when women brawl for fashion
with warrants of gold
we become lions
every eye looks
taking hunter's aim
in piteous chase
the hares we hunt
are the new, the hot, the exclusive
not the lower marked
cry havoc
for animals heave fewer groans
only wars, revolt and poisons
attend more frightful chaos
one could come to hurt
but fault no villains
that is not our hunting language
we are confederates in chase
seeking the swaggers of success
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A song for this:
Baby You're a Superstar by Mark Roberts, Paul Fletcher, Patrick Sturrock, Emily Taylor & Dan Whitfield
My Childhood Friend
Greyhound buses
Always been intrigued
Starting at a very young age
Fond of animals
The Greyhound Bus trademark with the stretched hound caught my attention
I started buying toy Greyhound buses in keeping my interest alive
Enthusiasm extends into my adulthood
Still holds true today
Travelled numerous destinations on the Greyhound bus near and far
I have currently a vintage model bus collection comprising of 2,000 plus of toy Greyhound buses and many others
Domestic and International
Childhood memory
Roll on still intact.
The colonial masters have gone
Our self-crowned kings rule now
Citizens have gone skin and bone
Like animals we exist somehow
I see the moon riding with its reddish-golden tinge.
I see the moon riding as lives here die and begin.
It has no fanfare, no blazing gas, no rings.
It just reminds us that we’re mortal short lived beings.
It pulls back the oceans and commands the seas. It arcs, it wanes, it waxes—showing wonder to us, sea creatures, birds and other animals without wings.
I see the moon riding through the night, and sometimes through the day, reminding us that its silent power touches every earthly thing.
The hot sun of summer sets loose our passion
and once more our thoughts turn to love
seeking the same warmth from a lover
filling us with joy as our cups overflow.
Making this beautiful world shout
coming to life with dainty colour
the shades set our hearts wildly beating
as we thrill with passionate feeling.
Hark listen to nature's cries of cooing birds
the sound of animals crashing through overgrowth
as they beat a path to the one they desire
blazing with a mass of passionate senses.
Once more our hot passions rule our heads
we step forth without the usual caution
all in the desire to replicate ourselves
to bring forth to life a new generation.
The most powerful
thing in the World
is the Mind
Much more so
than the sword
It can accomplish
wonderful things,
benefit human kind,
create solutions
for the World's problems
It has an imagination
which fosters creative endeavors
Distinguishes us from
all animals
on the planet
It should be used
for positive purposes
to advance the
cause for all humans
It creates cures
for many diseases
and helps us
to live a
long prosperous life
Comedy of summer has come to my yard.
Pond Turtle seems clumsy as seen tripping
on concrete gravel. Two scrub Jays compete
for a comfy spot, bickering over tree limbs.
A Beetle Bug runs in circles on the front porch
deck, then counter-clock-wise--Practicing what?
Choreography for the Beetle Bug barn dance?
Our little dog mimics a lizard doing pushups
in sunshine on the deck, as the lizard stares
him down.
The Buck in the back yard sits in dirt to rest,
his antlers being too big to cart around
much longer. Doe stands over him tapping
her hoof, or so it looks like to me from here.
I always draw the eyes first
not the face, neck or chin
not the body
always the eyes
I am a cartoonist
I enjoy creating fantasy worlds
fictitious animals, mythical creatures
sometimes I draw enchanted trees with faces
I always start with the eyes
Despite the heaviness of grief,
I am beginning to feel that magic
that comes with Spring in Kentucky
The beauty of blooming flowers and trees
the bluegrass starts to grow
the bees flitter about, polinating
and distrubuting the magic
the animals and their babies
start coming out in natural places
with the occasional wildlife
turning up in backyards and parks
Children flock to parks and open spaces
Kentucky is a magical place year round,
but esspecially in Spring!
At the edge of night, the sky thins to ink,
day’s last breath bruised violet and blue.
Shadows stretch their silver spines,
slow animals learning the dark.
The sun slips away like a secret kept,
leaving embers tangled in cloud.
Windows wake with whispered light,
while streets swallow their own names.
Time loosens its tight brass buttons,
and thought drifts, moth-soft, toward meaning.
At this border between belief and sleep,
the world exhales—
and even fear feels briefly feathered.