Animals Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Animals Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Animals. These are the best examples of Sonnet Animals poems written by international poets.
What is the gift the Creator doth give?
Providing a purpose for which to live.
It could be the consciousness He gave man.
The awareness we’re part of His grand plan.
Faith and trust in what’s physically not seen.
An eternal life, but what does that mean?
Thoughts that come to us from we know not where.
Caring without knowing just why we care.
Feeling the unity of all as one.
The gift of planets, the stars moon and sun.
Animals and plants, all things here on Earth.
The miraculous miracle that’s birth.
It must be more than just one of the parts,
All Truth starts inside of our hearts.
Come out of the darkness, stand in the light.
Speak from your heart and give us insight.
Don’t treat us like animals lured by honey.
Saying you care and you’ll give us your money.
Offer instead, a small thread of hope,
A plan to slow, illegal immigration, guns, dope.
Shore up our borders, build a great wall,
Help the murder and theft totals to fall.
Give us a chance, a dream we can earn.
The legal citizenship for which our hearts do yearn.
Make America great, let us be a part.
Workers can stay, would be a good start.
Think of others, give up your greed.
We’re just asking for the things that we need.
My friend, so much like a brother to me,
has met me in these woods where we like
to hunt for pesky animals we see.
I’ve brought my bow and arrows on this hike.
Because I’ve known this friend most of my life,
I have confided to him I believe
some man is paying visits to my wife
while I am out of town. I’m not naive!
Something he has told me now gives me pause.
I’m at a cliff. He’s somewhere at my back.
I lift my bow and turn around because
I hear him running . He’s on the attack.
He’ll shove me off this cliff and watch me die?
In an instant, I let an arrow fly.
When what I wrote is hard to read,
the crowd goes, Whoa, not touching that.
Perhaps someone should intercede
to edit out the ghoulish splat.
It’s not clear why my mind goes there;
the childhood fever might be it.
My mother often voiced despair,
but I prefer macabre wit.
Beneath calm seas, menacing kelp
ensnares the otter fleeing Jaws.
My wife’s convinced I should seek help
to find the underlying cause.
Though I in earnest sometimes try,
the animals just seem to die.
The picture on the parlor wall captures
A frozen memento of lives lived long ago.
With all its creatures, scenes and features,
Arrayed like animals, in a parade on show.
Dicky bird smiles enticed with cheese,
A mother’s grin, a father’s stern gaze,
Children rebellious, shuffling with unease,
Eyes fixed and staring, to stop the blink strays.
Within its frame, the past forever stays,
An image contrived to hide the blots and blights
Of fall-outs, feuds and fights of bygone days.
All briefly subdued in soft forgiving lights.
Oh, I wish the picture hung on parlor wall,
Captured in truth what was, with warts and all!
So unadorned is nature's gift to us
with flawless forms of animals so pure.
Their coats and faces stand out with no fuss,
as nature does provide inborn allure.
So unadorned- no false external signs
to re-enhance the beauty they behold:
their coats wrap them in intricate designs,
and perfect faces stand out clear, and bold.
Conversely, humankind must always dress
in clothes adorned to shield and to display,
and groom our faces- shave or meet the stress
of painting eyes and lips in the best way.
Oh, for the gift of beauty unadorned-
without our tiring ways to be adorned.
“My music is best understood
by children and animals.”
_Igor Stravinsky
So rapturous is music with its sounds
that stir emotions deep within the heart;
to enter in a realm that has no bounds
in soothing mind and body from the start.
So rapturous is music, it can draw
earth species both on land and sea to come
and listen to the source, transfixed in awe-
alone or with a group, entranced become.
Mysterious, how music casts a spell
with dulcet sounds that soon beguile the mind;
and as we humans know it very well-
so do our earthly creatures, now we find.
The joyous sound of music, widely shared-
can rapture all who listen while it is aired.
Creations of the almighty are inexplicable,
The Bee Hummingbird to the blue whale or the elephant,
Each creature has a unique form and shape; admissible!
Whether they're the same in stamina is irrelevant...!
Umbrellas-like in multicolor; no handle to hold,
Jellies of strings and ribbons interior-decorate;
Though flexible as though frail creatures, they are truly bold,
Water-color-like, they camouflage and consume the bait...!
Their swimming is like ballet dance in colored costumes,
With poisonous spray how ghastly they paralyze their prey!
Midst sea horses and other animals are their great glooms,
Mystically and miraculously they thrive each day...!
Like lonely stars of the sky are jellyfish in the sea,
Midst changing and churning waters, they are merrily free...!!!
Up Early Picking Peaches From His Tree
Eyes golden zenith holds mysteries galore
like a blue streak feeds itself doubly blind
in its wakings an old barn without doors
the farm animals simply do not mind.
Nobody saw, for sure nobody cares
The farmer milks the cows so thirsty is he
Digging for gold he does not ever dare
Up early picking peaches from his tree
Wife a lovely maiden, her love she shares
Farm is not much, twenty acres and a mule
Envy no, he thinks they do not compare
Beside he has a pretty daughter so like a jewel
Nothing like rich man's iron gate horse farm
Farmer lives simply does nobody harm.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Aug 11th, 1971
The red squirrels forage among the fallen leaves
Searching for peanut hulls magically appearing,
After an old man comes out in rolled-up sleeves
Scattering special treats for the animals endearing,
They think he is friendly, though never too close
Keeping their distance they observe him carefully,
Those humans always a threat to animals pose
But they accept his nutritious offerings gleefully.
Chattering to each other while stuffing their jaws
The red squirrels are storing up food for the winter
Ripping open the hulls with their razor-sharp claws
They fill their bellies with these kernels for dinner.
Afterward, they curl up in their nests for a snooze
Content with their habitat, they do as they choose.
Written October 30, 2022
Sun slowly dipping in an autumn sky;
the wind's blowing and the pine boughs tossing.
From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk down to the river; and the crossing.
To the fields above, and forage a meal;
prance in the meadows; eyes and ears alert
Hear Blue Jay's calling an alarm with zeal.
Twilight now as fast waters in concert.
Squirrels and chipmunks have gone to their beds.
Barn Owls soaring upon whispering wings.
Night animals stir, sleepiness now shed.
Walk in the water, hear the crickets sing.
Return from the fields to sleep for the day
Now at dawn they cross in the crispy haze.
Please take a moment to pick a nice space
a position to plant both of your feet
now dig your little toes into this place
a journey we go, a memory treat.
Passing storms would embellish air and ground
tornadoes hurricanes and even more
gifting the area with wondrous sound
challenging the best musical score.
Openness may not have always been here
perhaps lush forests where animals swayed
even dinosaurs when earth's growth became weird
what remains the same in twilight, night and day?
But today your space is at resting peace,
nature's freedom temporarily ceased!
Monday, October 25, 2021
There is an unclimbable mountain that no one can scale,
though many have tried.
It is very tall and frightfully steep
and many, many miles wide.
Snow is at the top
and cactus is down below.
Frost bite is gonna get you
or sunshine will make you glow.
Few animals dare to
make this their home;
With dark legends and myths
that will scare you to the bone.
Enough of the storytime my friend,
it is time for me to descend.
3-September-2021
*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.
Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
I was in my deepest spot of slumber,
When I found myself as gorgeous eagle;
My drenched wings couldn’t wait to flap over,
So, I swooped down the vast verdant mantle.
The mantle was high, fluffy and thick,
I opened my eyes… felt the sunrise kiss;
While ascending the stair, I lost my beak,
Magic rose appeared with ushering bees.
When I went inside the beckoning door,
I saw fairies at crystal waterfalls;
Birds were singing, all animals in dance floor,
Paradise gardens with fruit trees as walls.
Basking in the rich forest of my dream,
I didn’t wish to wake up 'til you screamed.
April 19, 2021 11.33am
N/A in the Forest of My Dream Contest