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".
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?
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.
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He calls my name now
In sequins
Like a brocade of sounds
pattering from a single mouth
I continue to lick my behind
Showing the absurdity to the sorcerer
He doesn't feed me; he doesn't know me,
Though I slept on his belly on my first Christmas day
No bigger than a baby shoe...
Damn the cat's nostalgia!
We bore it out of our souls
Like machinated shovels
We live for the next kill
Afraid of every God damn moment...
The laggard oak leaves
skitter like brown field mice
their stem-tails and sharp edges
scratching across the road.
Grates and bushes trap them.
Layering they accumulate
awaiting the recomposition of life.