Animal Personification Poems | Examples
These Animal Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Personification Animal poems written by international poets.
There was a tiger named Tony
his passion was for tasty macaroni ~
For some obscure reason, the powers that be
decided bowls of frosted flakes it would be
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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off to play it replied to me.
I did not know clouds could talk,
then I heard back-as a rule we don't.
I asked-how can pretty clouds rain down?
We get sad from traveling over the world,
when we have had enough then we rain tears down.
Piggies Pinky, Poinky, and Puck
were sloshing in the summery farmyard's murky muck.
It was the day before slaughter,
and they were enjoying the lukewarm water,
and the chorus of the cackly goose and the quaky duck.
Master, my eyes now have cataracts,
my bones ache and stiffen when I rise,
I cannot chase squirrels like I used to,
nor fetch a tennis ball the way I did
as a pup,
but I love living with my family,
and the gentle pats on my head.
Though the long walks have shortened,
and there's gray fur on my muzzle,
I enjoy napping more during the day.
Master, thank you for taking me to
the vet,
for my health and comfort.
The sun filters through the window warmly,
as I recall seeing the children grow up,
I have the dignity of an elder dog,
blessed by God to be with my kind
human companions,
who adopted me from an animal shelter. ~
Every day I don my costume of gray
preparing to frolic and play
Whatever the game may be that day
my gray masquerade gives me away
For deep inside, I tremble and shake
Will later I eat, or be lunch for a snake
~ Sam the Squirrel
While powdered flakes gently spill from heaven
Like embroidery of gold tassels kissing buds
And hawthorns ,the frost twinkles and drifts
Into winter’s beautifully formed marquee,
tangy the vapor of her skin
wafting into nightfall’s’ interlude.
Enthralled, I shudder at the rhythm
Of her dance : icicles flitting in liquid
Crystal taps on silver alleys... a movement
glossed by the spades of eve’s lanterns:
She is a mystery, a prayer, a holy angel
That lays her sparkling white gown
On pearlized brocade sewn into fabric of snow…
A winter’s luminescence casting an alchemy
That my own fingers, in a pirouette,
unfurl then coil into a solstice's hymn...
The ivory spray of moonlit beads, swaying
‘Glory be, Oh glory be.”
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
I may be almost four foot long,
but you scare me a bit
I shall retract my neck and head into my shell
what are you doing in Galapagos anyway?
you do not look like our usual species
I am the oldest living land animal in the world
yes, I am reclusive, so please go away
I will live to be one hundred and fifty
if I am not disturbed
Hint Hint
I am persecuted
with no compassion,
here, there and everywhere,
I have no home anymore.
Wherever I go I'm a nuisance,
I just try to find my way
here, where all the beings
belong to.
You, humans are taken
all my habitats,
my everything from a breath.
I am the bad when I take
food for surviving,
but you are a hero killing
just for fun.
I am the Iberian wolf,
the one doesn't feel
like howling to the moon.
A murderer under
the farmers' eyes,
a fighter in the woods
without life.
Easy to blame me
for all the disasters
made by yourselves.
Hunt me until I'm extinct,
after all, I have not much
left to fight for.
Something, dear human,
we have in common,
fights and wars
for survival in lands
without respect, nor principles.
Kill me with your reasons,
you have the best guns,
I will kill your sheep,
I only have fangs.
Endanger I am,
so you will be,
a common life
we have to howl for.
Finishing his last sip of tea, Sam said to Susan,
"I don't think that they were expecting us,
But I can't believe they left the windows down.
Busy with the sweetest tea she ever had, Susan
did not respond. Sam further stated, "Drinking
from a cup is not my best choice, but it certainly
beats not drinking at all". Susan still did not reply.
It seems that Sam just couldn't stop talking.
He said, "By the way, Susan, did you notice the
name of this place? We must tell all our friends".
Susan finally said, "Come on Sam. Are you kidding me?
They will laugh at us and think that we are joking.
Let's get out of here".
brother buffaloes wait for us on the plain
we give thanks to our father sky
Apaches will eat well tonight
the hunt begins
Sunflower
I am a sunflower, tall and proud, standing tall in your garden,
My petals are bright yellow, like the sun shining above,
My stem is strong and sturdy, with leaves that dance in the breeze,
I stand tall and tall, with my head held high.
The birds sing sweetly as they flit about my petals, drinking in my nectar,
The bees buzz around me, collecting pollen from my stamen,
The butterflies alight on my petals, their wings fluttering with delight,
Even the chipmunks gather near me, scurrying about my base.
As I stand in the garden; I see the other flowers around me,
There are roses, with their delicate petals and intoxicating fragrance,
There are tulips, tall and stately, their colors bright and bold,
And there are daffodils, with their cheery yellow blooms and tall, graceful stems.
As the night deepens, a moon shines bright,
The flowers all sleep, as the crickets chirp their song,
But I remain awake, a sentinel of the night,
I watch over the garden, as the hours tick by and as the dawn breaks, I greet the day anew.
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Relaxed and warm I'm feeling
under this warm blanket,
I can sleep out from the cold.
Sometimes I wonder
if others are so lucky,
I guess many don't,
then I get upset about my luck.
A hurting winter is here.
I wish it didn't hurt so much
for the ones that don't have a blanket to sleep under.
I wish the snow fell everywhere to fill dry fountains,
to keep happy every child
making angels on the snow.
Lara I am, a humble dog
with big wishes in these difficoult times.
I don't play a balalaika,
but I can play the sound
of every mind when is knocked down or when is above the moon.
I am Lara, a dog that feels
every second of your life,
I am the one that I am,
always there for you.
He soars above the heat,
High above, sun’s right hand man,
Watching the mewling amateurs underneath.
His sight instills fear,
Though too high to steal a glance,
Where he navigates, his war cries they hear.
His vision recognises,
In a staggering second he dives,
Rejoining the chasm of sky and sea divided.
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I love my diet, rich in protein,
Of snakes, squirrels, doves, and rabbits most lean.
I tell you this, and I am on the square,
Furry mammals delight beyond compare.
The swiftest, sleekest raptor in the sky,
I soar wide, circling with the sharpest eye.
As feathered death I swooped upon my prey,
But the rat found a hole and got away.
As Taloned Fate I still search and survey,
For careless critters to feast on today.