Animals Personification Poems | Examples
These Animals Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Animals. These are the best examples of Personification Animals poems written by international poets.
"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.
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 thought
I was the predator
until
I felt the hot breath
heard the low growl
knew
I was not
Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild
They love to pounce on their prey.
They lunge at animals' necks.
With their powerful jaws they hold on tight.
They pounce on and attack
Deer, wild boar and baby elephants.
When ill or injured, they will kill people
They can't catch their normal prey.
Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn
When their prey are more active.
Their strong legs and sharp claws
Help them take down their prey efficiently.
Their keen sense of hearing and sight
Allow them to attack with precision.
Their unique coat patterns allow them
To get close to prey without being detected.
Planet Water
Our Planet needs a new name.
Earth, Rocks and Fire abound in our solar system and elsewhere in the Universe.
But our 'Planet Earth' is unique,
with fluid water covering three-quarters of its surface.
All the life here, as we know it, is based on water, H2O.
Without water there is no life.
So let our place be renamed as "Planet Water"!
The search for life elsewhere begins with the search for water!
Plants use solar energy to split the water molecule into H and O2,
to make and maintain the oxygen in the atmosphere
that we, and all other animals, need to breathe.
Thanks be to them!
Water is the Hub of Life, the wellspring of what's living!
Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium.
Let our unique place, our home indeed, be "Planet Water".
Torrential rain, blinding wind howling,
Dark heavy clouds ominously scowling,
Brilliant radiant light of electric flashes,
Following the lightning, defiant crashes,
Loudest blasts make brave men cower,
Thunder so deafening it exudes power,
I was born of a powerful thunderstorm.
Still attached to its base, I will spawn.
Nature’s most violent, I am called TORNADO,
300 miles per hour, my winds will blow.
A rotating column of air touching the ground,
Violently spinning with a horrendous sound.
I will cause fatalities at a devastating rate,
Buildings, and whole towns, I will annihilate,
People panic seeing my deadly approach,
Over fields and farms and cities I encroach.
Lifting up animals, houses and cars in my wake,
My tempest is unending, with fury, victims I take,
Finally cold down drafts signal my final gust.
I slowly cease rotating and turn to dust.
Treacherous drops, millions all at one time,
High and low, ferociously banging on tin rooftops
Unifying into ponds in deep crevices of grime,
Never ceasing to flood the farmers field of crops
Drenching everything in sight from daytime to nighttime
Eventually culminating with ferocious roars over mountaintops,
Raging across the sky while the flashing of electric light never stops.
Suddenly, as though by some invisible curtain,
The intoxicating, earthly aroma of rainfall gone,
Over downy clouds, blue skies decide to peek through for certain,
‘Round the treetops, chirping and singing carries on
Meanwhile the sun resumes its duty to shed its glow at dawn.
It’s a carnival moon, the goose reported.
We ran out of our cozy houses to see for ourselves.
It looks like a common ordinary moon a rabbit said.
Two voles agreed; no imagination I guess.
I see it! I reported, and it is marvelous!
The mice argued that they could not see it.
Wait! A tiny mouse said. Yes, maybe I see a face.
Suddenly all of the animals saw a face.
But do you see a carnival face? I asked.
I see the carnival face! the goose reported.
The rest of them began fighting and biting.
Some could see the carnival face, others could not.
The goose and I had a laugh about this later.
we koi are not normally curious about debris dumped into our pond
This time things were different
A land animal had been dumped
One of the giant land animals!
We swam closer and found a channel open
Not that close! Papa Koi chided us
"I have seen their kind before.”
He had barely escaped one of them.
The pretty pink haired girl stared at the koi.
They were vibrantly golden, pretty.
She had consulted her runes this morning.
She was to find the leader; but how?
Once I saw, father was drawing a cave of the Altamira.
Still, there is so much light in this darkness!
He said.
I saw a bison was emerging with the drawing-line
And more to follow
In an unknown cave in northern Spain,
I could see the wonder of a constellation.
You never went to the Altamira caves.
But now you can see
He Pulled my hands and painted red And pressed on the wall of the cave.
My hand-prints were
Like countless primitive humans
As if hematite started flowing within mine
An indomitable wild smell around
Wild animals roamed freely but in herds.
In the forest and on the wet ground
In reality, I was alone and victimized
If ever by landslides
The cave path was closed
Yet here everyone was allied
Humans and wildlife, humans and others!
Then suddenly I saw
A divine triangular light had fallen on his eyes
I thought that father was Jesus Himself
The church bells started ringing like a dream.
I am the rain god, and I fear no one.
The wind god and the sun god fear me though.
I have no idea why. I am not intimidating.
Merely myself.
Showering the earth with drops that turn huge
When I am in a bad mood, or disappointed.
Pelting the ground with angry tears when I am hurt.
But most of the time…
I am a gentle god,
Giving myself freely to the earth,
Nurturing trees and flowers,
Giving my liquid self to animals who cannot live without me
This includes the two-legged creatures
Who pollute my oceans, my creeks, my rivers, my streams.
Sometimes I want to withhold all water from them.
But I am the rain god, and must be responsible and kind sometimes.
So today is your lucky day.
You may bathe in my ocean
But if you pollute it, I will send the nightmare god
And he will see that your slumber is less than peaceful.
This is the advantage of having a cousin like that.
My oak tree is budding
Early in the time of spring
And when those buds grow big
An acorn is what it brings
As an acorn, I hang high
Looking down upon the land below
At times I often wonder
Will I be an oak tree when I grow?
Or will I be the nourishment
To the those that live in the trees
Such as birds, possums, squirrels
And animals such as these
Or will I be a home for
a weevil larvae inside
Sleeping till I hit the ground
Waking up from this wild ride
One by one, I watch all of
my family members fall
Nows there's not many acorns
Not many left up here at all
And now for the very first time
ever since I the day was born
I have begun to wonder
Will I be the last acorn?
4/26/2020
I am up in the morning sunrise,
Perch aloft a fence post,
Protecting the hen coop.
All around the peaceful farm,
The animals and humans are sleeping
While I'm on graveyard shift
Watching out for the shrewd fox.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Sound of fluttering wings
Of flying, cackling, nesting hens
In the coop.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Humans, it's time to get up
Dress in your overalls,
Punch your time card;
A day of callus work
From dawn until dusk.
7/8/2019
Poetry Contest: Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - 2.) The Rooster
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Oh no, that time of year again
when I hear noises in my head
My owner tries to comfort me
snuggling, huddling, nurturing
but I just want the noise to stop
such loudness is so torturing
She plays her music loudly
hoping this will stop my trembling
The only sounds that I can hear
are sounds I am remembering
For I was found on Guy Fawkes night
so many years ago
Tied to a fence with no escape
weak and starving of food and love
As all around me fireworks sounded
noise so frightening feeling hounded
Lighting up the skies with sounds
Bang Crash Crackles
Whizz Whoosh Whistles
Bathed in panic and starved of love
Scared by sounds of a million missiles
Even though the sound’s abating
cannot stop myself from shaking
My lovely owner soothing me
whispering comforting words
As gradually my panting stops
my heartbeat slows right down
For I’ve survived another year
the banging ceased I have no fear
Written for all the dear animals so frightened by the noise of fireworks
2nd November 2018
Contest Choice 10 Personification
Sponsor Brian Strand
1ST PLACE
Who are they ?
I saw a dog feeding cat baby , I stuck and thinking
They are animals how they can think about others
We are humans , we are hearts but what we are doing ?
Fight , blood , anger ... With whom ? With human self
But why is our heart's feeling die ,
Or we are worst than animals ,
Where are our humanity ?
Where is love in our hearts ?
Why we are behaving like stones who having no heart , feeling and sympathy
Just think this wars , this anger , fights and disputes
What really we are doing and who are we now ....