Animal Metaphor Poems

These Animal Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Metaphor Animal poems written by international poets.

sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed

© Trina Layne  

edged teeth grate live bones
ransacked by its spineless bite
red bubbles at sea

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© Trina Layne  

A DOVED SHELL

A slow-moving shell,
caboose-like crawling in peace:
Cute little turtle:-

© Millard Lowe  

Do you have a poetic licence
to park your pitiful purple prose
(alliteratively he wrote)
it even puts my poor feet to sleep
and gives me painful coma toes
(literally

© Martin Howard Samuel  

Human being, a stretched rope
between the divine and the animal,
a difficult balance between the marvelous
and the abysmal

© Alkas Poetry  

The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.

“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic

© Graham McGuire  

below the world I sit in silence
an animal among machines

© Zoe Johns  

Sage moose families
journeying nature’s beauty,
streaming peaceful life:-
Powerful, iconic elk,
Canvassing serenity:-

© Millard Lowe  

You bury your only dog beneath a home of desecrated poppies.
Pup frozen from years of neglect, full of ignorance and stained of regret.
You claw at

© Zoe Crout  

    Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed
    Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed
    Gnaws

© Sigrid Ermine  

Wandering in my darkness of soul
the city cries like a wounded animal
the sky wears a bruised dusk, half-forgotten. 

Neon veins pulse through pavement cracks
a river

© Poet Tellaferro  

The sea whispers to the meadow,
A call unanswered, yet the flock remains.
White lambs, lost in innocence,
Red-streaked where hands have been.

The black ewe stands at the

© Lunarya Mornelithe  

It was never about the suit,
the charcoal stitching,
the pocket square that folds itself,
the red tie I swore was alive.

At first, it just stood there—
hooves crossed,

© Jaymee Thomas  

      
I see the sea.
               

© Hilo Poet  

The house came with ghosts.  
Not the subtle kind, either—no  
wistful sighs or cool drafts,  
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.  
Cabinets slamming

© Jaymee Thomas