Rabbit Poems - Poems about Rabbit

Bugs Bunny

Bugs Bunny loves his carrot snack,
He tricks his foes and never looks back.
“Eh, what’s up, doc?”—his teasing cue,
A clever rabbit who’s quick and shrewd too.


Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.

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Have You Ever Seen a Rabbit Wearing Glasses?

A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended - 
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed. 
His brain slowed down like molasses. 
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore, 
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led

Alice or the White Rabbit

Am l the White Rabbit or Alice ?
am l the the pen or the paper?
do l or did l, go there on purpose or by accident?
Alice went into the Rabbit hole because  she followed a Rabbit who knew where he was going

so like Alice, i'm curious
the Rabbit never was, he just knew he was

hunting rabbit

raven glides in sight
disappears behind oak tree
rabbit under bush

Down the rabbit hole

In Wonderland's twilight, where shadows play,
Alice chased a rabbit, down a curious way.
The hole yawned wide, a vortex in the ground,
She tumbled in, and her world spun around.

Down, down she fell, through swirling lights,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a wondrous sight.
The air was thick with whispers, a gentle hum,
As she pierced the veil, and entered the

Magic Rabbit

A funny-looking bunny dropped by the other day
black white and brown fur a stray who'd lost his way
and
he let me hand-feed him with carrot tops
and spinach leaves but that is where familiarity stops
for
neither petting nor patting would he permit
this half-wild half-tame non-cottontail misfit
and when
with leaps and bounds he hopped while binking
around the garden it got

run rabbit run

run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side

where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting

I'm Magic

When just a lad, I thought I was magic,
Doing a trick can sometimes be tragic.
The bird sang the wrong song,
The rabbit was long gone,
When they booed, I got very dramatic.

In the Heart of the Forest

In Manipur's lush forests so bright, 
Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight,
Seeking blooms to adorn with care,
An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share.

Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind,
Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design,
Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free,
A waterfall's roar, a sight to see.

A towering tree, with orchids so fine,
Hanging

It ain't no fun, When the rabbit got the gun

Not its your turn my pretty
to prick your finger on the blade
taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate

now it will reflect back to you
in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock

In every failed friendship, in every loss.

You shall forever remember my name
you shall forever remember this

A Broken Soul

Oh, my little angel, looking into your 
eyes wasn’t easy as you always had 
them closed,
Happy and peaceful as you enjoyed 
your afternoon doze,
I wonder as I wander through this 
busy world,
Why do my arms yearn to spin you 
around in a dancing twirl?

As I recall the voices of you and your
friends from the birthday

Angry Rabbit

I am not angry! The hare insisted, stomping his foot on my leg.
The last time I was kicked this hard was in 1982 in Winipeg.
Who said I am angry? He demanded, his face a thunder cloud.
I did not dare answer this question to his face or aloud.

Not angry at all! He yelled, as he threw

Says the Rabbit

I'm a rabbit.  That's what I said,
and I don't care what you have read -
with eyes on both sides of my head,
you won't ever catch me dead.

I name him marshmallow

They hop into my sister’s garden
They are adorable! I say, watching their cheeks chew up her lettuce.

I know they are rodents
But they look like stuffies
One is almost pure white, I name him Marshmallow.

My sister is NAMING these bunnies! My sis yells at her husband.
Marshmallow is hopping around the flowers. Do bunnies eat them too?

Now they

mom easter bunny

mom easter bunny
laying her eggs in the field
finds springtide hatchling




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