Animal Personification Poems

Powerful Tiger
By: Elicia Spike
6/27/2018
 

Full of stripes.
Big and strong.
Biggest cat can’t go wrong.
Two colors can come and go.
Blue eye white, or brown eye orange gold.
Beautiful...

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She was a tigress but not cruel
Her long uniform stripes to some distasteful
She chose to display it grandly
For to such a life she was grateful.
She...

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Oh the earthy being!
You paid a worthy price...
Guarded me in tough times,
But took himself all the grimes.

You paid a worthy price...
What u gave you was...

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when I open the eyes, and squint properly
From above the Chetambe, and watch around fairly
I think is a nice , but together spent rarely
I want...

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Side to side in a flowing rhythm strides
rocking our enormous body and head, 
like a pendulum our long trunk swings side to side.

My family and...

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          I was born at dawn near a wild stream cascading over rocks,
the first sounds I...

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Pardon my condor sensitivity,
	but can I be 
dead serious candid with you
Everybody look down on me,
and talk mean about me
But, in the future, they’re gonna...

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There comes Mr. Ugly again,
With his long tongue sticking out,
He walks with a sway of his hind,
‘though his hind is quite stout!

He makes a very...

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A silent canary
that had died 
slowly decaying inside
unsure if they can fly
not much time left
lost and alone
with no one to help
it dies silently....

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The wind in wilderness,
Kisses your lips,
The desolate shores,
Makes you weep.

O dear Oliver,
What made you beach,
Amidst the long evening shadows,
In this strange streak?

The curious little creature,
Near...

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This is No Man's Land of fallen trees, and God-forsaken deadwood fill the landscape. I, the beast, am in my domain and feel no estrangement,...

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I’m a tiger you can see,
With colour yellow like a honey bee,
And you’re happy as you’re free,
So why can’t we too live free?

You keep us...

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The August Lion

By: J. Philip Harris

In the area of the afternoon, right before the stars
Where the little gray strands spread out among the coffee roots
Through...

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He never talked a word
He never complained a time
He never stopped being fooled
Even when milkman milked him
His lips closed as a dull fool

Milk man brought...

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Jagged trees eat the sky, hungry for its breath.
The jaw of the ridge curves around a valley throat.
As I descend down the steep canyon to...

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I rest perched atop my tree branch blind,
watching and waiting
for anything to unknowingly pass below
I got sleek, midnight skin ... 
distinct markings of a black...

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Stanley Russell Harris (ME)
The new Mad Author

When my books begin to sell.
From, ‘feedaread,’ where they dwell!
And I’m as rich as blinking well…
You know, rolling in...

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I am strong, I am lean
I am part of the restless pack
I am a great wolf on the run
swift of foot and living free.

When I...

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I was dreaming of a hunting quest,
   feral, wild and untamed in a land strange;
    then, outside my fluffy fur...

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