Animal Metaphor Poems | Examples
These Animal Metaphor poems are examples of Metaphor poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Metaphor Animal poems written by international poets.
I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO I AM
Standing
In awareness,
I’m ready
For all
I see
In my
My life’s
Surroundings–
In skyscraping
Confidence–
Ready for
All
Challenges
In the
Nature of
My life;
My self
Perspective
Being higher
Than sunflowers
And many
Sage trees
In our
Collective
Environment;
Yet, I don’t
Pontificate
Being greater
Than my peers;
My calming
Stance
In life,
Reflecting
Confidence
In all
Of us
Being
Able
To
Master
All
T
r
i
bulations:-
A worm that floated in a brook
spied a fish, shivered and shook,
asked himself, "Who needs
a fisherman and his evil deeds?",
and quietly slipped off his hook.
If you want to pursue it,
don't do it like a crab might do it
when he walks or works or plays,
always doing it sideways.
Shout BLUESKY
Those the marshmallow clouds walk across pale blue hue skies;
Birds peek-O-boo, gliding by in and out poked out chest;
Blue birds, Sparrows, Robins and Redbreast;
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
While, whisk slithering whining sliding back N forth N and out;
On hot heated grassed grounds stomaching the glide front side slides shouts;
Caterpillars, worms all bellies crawling;
They to join the choir sing chorus they look up
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
A RATTLING MOMENT
First, she stared at me.
Then, she just wobbled onward:
Buzzing as she went:-
DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
swatting dragonflies
the little girl discovered
no fire on their tongues
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 street's limelight
A DOVED SHELL
A slow-moving shell,
caboose-like crawling in peace:
Cute little turtle:-
Sage moose families
journeying nature’s beauty,
streaming peaceful life:-
Powerful, iconic elk,
Canvassing serenity:-
The continuance
of our beliefs, cultures, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children:
it's no wonder we love them so.
We assure them that the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world:
warning that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though young minds bristle with questions:
we help them figure out the answers on their own.
And emphasize the importance of truth:
garnering Karma from both our failures
and our successes.
We introduce them to faith:
where compassion and forgiveness flourish,
fueled by hope and God's eternal love.
And we pray, when we pass Life’s baton to them:
our children, like ourselves,
will carry on, as ambassadors of love.
on the Sabbath day
my yard was unruly un-
cut grass stood before
me a rabbit sits
going on his ears and mustache
he starts chewing eat-
ing dandelion
leaves also yummy was this
to him little gray
white rabbit eating
the green dandelion leaf
on the Sabbath day
6/2/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In what to me now seems like ages
I've only read some sundry pages;
Lord Byron, a Romantic poet,
was a dark wit; you'd just know it.
But I (yes, I!) know much better,
for I know it to the letter,
that Byron was an insatiable lord
(with “ssssss” as the head of a large “sword”)!
A Cornered Rat
No matter what the enemy’s might.
The smallest of beasts will stand and fight.
Whether a cat or a mighty bear.
Confront him only if you take care.
For a cornered rat will stand and fight.
No matter what the enemy’s might.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
clouded omens across code
the objective fact of the atmosphere here
starves even the most modest
ambitions of fish outside their home waters
journey of yearning mundane
day-glow gradients of green
scales gasping
toward the summit
regret etched in the eyeball
a penumbra casting its subtle shadow
lips rest in swags of exhausted lassitude
beleaguered
by their own bland arguments
against the reality
hung above a feckless mountainside face up
blind to the gallows scaffold
too much air in the jagged aspiration
of escape
the breathless canvas of a departing day