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It's been so long ago since we both shared and parted company.
I can't even recall if you had a name.
If only you knew just how much you had meant to me.
Maybe you did. Maybe you felt the same.
I remember the day when we first met.
There you were enjoying the snack
that I had left for you or any one of your wild neighbors,
but it was you feasting that morning in my trap.
I was a kid who would humanely trap the occasional wildlife
then I’d keep them around for a while
in a large pen I had made
with the comforts of food, water and shade,
then I’d set them free again back into the wild.
Every captured animal I released, though I treated all royally
whenever they happened to be my captured guest,
would sprint back into their habitat with such eagerness to be Free,
But You Hung Around. You were not like the rest.
You and I were met by most with looks of amazement and bewilderment.
I was also no longer the helpless kid bullied by every punk.
Word quickly spread around
to all the bullies in town,
“Don’t mess with that kid who has the pet skunk.”
I won’t mention your name, Mr. Bully of Town Fame,
but do you happen to recall the day
when you and your group of punk friends
ambushed me yet once again,
but this time it was all of you who ran away ?
Such brave little cowards all of you were
as you all approached me with that look in your eyes.
You know the look that I mean.
It’s the look that was before long, no longer a surprise.
It was the look that says, “Look At Me ! I’m MEAN!!”
It was the look that said to me,
“This can only once again end painfully.
It’s Time Once Again For All Of Them To Beat Up On Me.”
You took one major good swing to my jaw and,
Oh yes, by the way,
my jaw didn’t work properly for many days after,
but I’d experience it again multiple times more,
if that were possible to explore
just to experience once again my joy and laughter.
That was the one and only punch that you landed on me,
And Then The Next Thing I Knew,
You were all crying and running away all frantically.
My Nameless Pet Skunk Skunked The Hell Out Of All Of You!!!
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My Nameless Pet Skunk Will Always Be
A Very Special Part Of My Childhood History.
By now you're most probably R I P my little skunk buddy.
I remember our good bye, a bittersweet cherished memory,
when you returned back to the wilderness to once again live wild and free.
*
Whats slumbering inside this stuff tiger?
is it filled with dreams and hopes
Or just mere stuffing
dreaming of being a real tiger
Where he can frollic in the grass
on a spring evening
playing gentle games in the wind.
Or would he stay a stuff comfort toy
and hold all his beloved girls tears?
One who could comfort her
one who she can share her secrets
without being afraid.
One who she can be herself
Or would this tiger leave her
and be the tiger he always
dreamed of being??
Or would his stuff heart break
knowing his beloved will break
without the comfort of him.
he ponders whats would happen to the girl
Hopeing she would be herself, the girl
he knew before she broke
and fragments of her old self
is long gone and now new shards
takes its place.
These shards formed and molded
this woman to hold me all through her life.
Wanting to be showered with love
Wanting me to see the world with her
through her sorrowful eyes.
Eyes that stare cold
into my plastic beads
thoughts hidden behind these eyes
never surfacing for anyone to see
but me of course
the one to ease her pain
to make her happy
and to be that little girl again
yet im just a stuff animal
with thoughts behind my beaded eyes
Hopes and dreams stuffed
instead of a fluffy substance
feel the world lite it should be
instead of these hard paws
And here i sit
being hugged closely
to the one i love most.
dang blast that bus!
I was caught, near on the other side
of town, waiting in the bus shelter, under
the one ceiling heat lamp working....
close to sundown, with the temperature
dropping quickly, way past zero, and a
full-sideways-blowin' snowstorm 'bout
tippin' over the shelter.... I was startin'
to lose feelin' in my toes, and began
fightin' the shivers.....
dang blast that bus!
for some reason, I looked into the snow
swept corner, and there all curled up was
an injured squirrel, drawn to the only heat
around, tryin' to hang on!... I had gloves on
so I didn't worry about pickin' the poor thing
up, and I brought it to a nearby house that
had a light on.....
the kind people who lived there brought me
and my hurt squirrel inside, out of the blizzard!
.....turns out they were 'animal rescue' people!
and offered to nurse my squirrel buddy back
to health.... told me the buses had all been
cancelled due to the hazardous road conditions,
gave me a ride home and told me my little
squirrel buddy was lucky my bus never came!
(I look back now.... and think 'Guardian Angels' representin' me an' the
squirrel, were workin' overtime that night, smilin' at the outcome!)
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
I NURSE FROM MY MOTHER FOR 6 TO 8 WEEKS
A GOOD HOME FOR ME MY FAMILY WILL SEEK
I DEPEND ON MY NEW FAMILY TO CARE FOR ME
YOU WILL HAVE TO TRAIN ME SO ON YOUR FLOOR I DONT PEE
I NEED SHELTER FROM THE COLD AND HEAT
I PROMISE TO LOVE YOU AND TO LAY AT YOUR FEET
AS REQUIRED I HAVE TO BE FEED AND WATERED EACH DAY
THATS GIVES ME THE ENERGY I NEED TO PLAY
JUST LIKE YOU A DOCTOR I NEED TO SEE
IT WILL KEEP ME HAPPY AND DISASE FREE
I LIKE TO GIVE KISSES AND NEED SOME BACK
AND MY LOVE FOR YOU I WILL NOT LACK
I MIGHT LIKE TO SLEEP AND SNUGGLE WITH YOU
ALL I ASK IN RETURN IS THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO
I CAN PROTECT YOU AND OUR HOME
BUT SOMETIMES I DONT LIKE TO BE LEFT ALONE
IF YOU COULD GIVE ME A BATH AND KEEP ME CLEANED UP
I COULD BE BEAUTIFUL AND POSSIBLY WIN YOU A GOLD CUP
SOMETIMES I MIGHT FOLLOW YOU WHEN YOU GO ON A WALK
BUT DONT YELL AT ME JUST GIVE ME A STERN TALK
I LIKE TOYS AND THINGS TO PLAY WITH
BUT WARNING ME CHEWING ON THINGS IS NOT A MYTH
I NEED EXERCISE AND SOMETIMES I JUST LIKE TO BE LAZY
YES IM ALOT LIKE YOU, I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY
AND IF YOU LOVE ME I WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND
AND WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE TO THE VERY END
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.
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.
Contest
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………………………..
Cruising along on my horse
Relaxing-enjoying the ride
When all of the sudden, out of nowhere
My mare jumped off to the side
She went left and I went right
And when I hit, I sure hit rough
I just laid there for a second
It’s a good thing that I’m tough
Unknown to me an rattler
Had spooked my untried mare
And when she dumped me on the ground
I lay there unaware
Then as I made a sudden move
He coiled up in his defense
His rattles clicked just a bit
I saw him then and tensed
My heart was pounding in my chest
It was in the grip of fear
Adrenalin coursing through my veins
I was afraid the end was near
As he readied himself up for a strike
And I knew I couldn’t stay there
I launched myself just as he struck
And he caught nothing but air
I grabbed a rock to hit him
To persuade him on his way
He slithered off while I just panted
My mare had run away
I was shaking so bad as I walked home
I thought my knee’s would give out
That was the most scared I’ve ever been
I know that without a doubt
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.
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