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.
O God, what can I say about your Creation?
I'm mesmerized and dazzled on nature's beauty,
As I know, everything comes on You, as You are the Most High God.
From the blue skies, mountains, seas, animals and mankind
Is all You created in Your image
Like a melody and key to Your Path,
And my love is supplicated to You only.
O Loving and Merciful God, You truly know the secrets of my heart
As You are the Guiding One,
And I turn to You in good and bad times.
When I pray facing You everyday,
Accept my thanksgiving and strengthen me
Help me wash my sins away,
And I will answer Your call until the end of time.
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.
Covered in flowers, she comes to me,
Day and night in vain drowning the night,
Colorful as bright the purest light,
Giving peace within, sets me free.
No matter how the weather, it will shine,
No matter how the flowers grow,
No matter how fierce the winds may blow,
No matter how the stars shall align.
The way it is, is the way it shall be,
Handled with care and love from above,
And all shall bend, humbled at the knee.
When the sun sets and reigns from above,
Flowers, animals, sky and stars remind,
All is a memoir of peace divine.
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.
Storm, hurricane, tempest, tornado, levantera, gale
Like shape-shifting werewolves and vampire wells, you whirlpool.
With gold, silver, and coal sand screens, the environs you veil
Like rounded, sub-rounded, mushroom-shaped mountains, you stand cool.
By building walls of dust and debris, you hold your head high.
In circular, curved, spherical, and ring-shaped rotations
Like Shanghai or Lotte, are you trying to touch the sky?
Have your roaring, drumming, and hissing themes got notations?
Burying seeds, ceasing seedlings, cutting crop reales
Moving particulate matters and microorganisms
Sparkling flashes of lightning and igniting thunder peals
You push humans and animals into a psychic spasm.
Amidst nature's many means of self-purification
You too have your participation in life transformation
Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange
Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation.
Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range.
Glee and glow with gorgeous islands in scenic temptation.
Our faith is strong like igneous, and metamorphic rocks
Like our rare gems, our spiritual jewels radiate
We grow in communion with animals, fish, birds, and flocks
With rice, rhy, wheat cool weathers, our will and wish are temperate
With multiple languages, Alleluiah too is our tongue
With Baro't saya (shirt and skirt), we have our baptismal wear
Cariñosa, Tinikling, and Singkil of old and young
Unite places and people into Almighty God's heir
Amidst the posh panoramic play of cosmic wholeness
Philippines bears innately brim-filling divine fullness.
Flora in its way, fauna in its way; work hand in hand.
Uniting all, keeping the health of habitats intact
Does my existence incorporate another extant?
Do I live and let live as coconuts and palm trees act?
Plants breathe carbon dioxide, grow, and breathe out oxygen.
Oxygen, in turn, enables animals to nourish
Who does more harm? Who does less? Tiger, oxen, or vixen?
It's consciousness and conscience that should make morals flourish.
The growth of one's self is mirrored in others' growth as well.
When one's attitudes change, change in another too is seen.
Should change be stirred or in an equilibrium-spell?
Does any concept, here, hold a precise path in between?
Concepts clench; philosophies progress; theologies throb
Birth, growth, and death are plays with many a multihued garb.
Flora and fauna of birds, beasts, microbes, soils, atmospheres,
Should only these contribute to the forest components?
Height and densities of trees and plants, and their thriving years...
Aren't silver, gold, diamonds, and gems woodland endowments?
Who cares much for herbs and shrubs where tiny insects abide?
Flies, bees, frogs, rodents, bats, and rats playfully hide and seek.
Ants, crickets, grasshoppers, centipedes, and millipedes hide
Behind grass, leaves, and mud to escape threats as they are weak.
With animals, vegetation, and evergreen landscapes
Air to breathe, food, medicines, wood, and fodder they provide
Forests reduce pollutants in air, water, sound, and space.
Protect humans from floods, droughts, soil erosion, and landslides.
Though like a student in primary school, I might recite
Abiding midst a forest is a venturous delight.
"Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep
moving forward. If you want to fly you
have to give up what weighs you down."
Quote by _ Roy T. Bennett
I care about people, animals, me,
and my magic potion is called kindness;
I care I search- I see this is the key,
cannot exist in uncaring blindness !
I care- care about myself each new day,
for I must be healthy and mindful strong;
to help the homeless poor in any way,
and help street animals- fixing the wrong !
I search- for all ways to help people fly,
to find homes for the homeless dogs and cats;
in doing this I raise myself up high,
expect nothing for caring- no raised hats !
I use kindness as my magical tool;
and no act of kindness is minuscule !
Abandonment, like murder, grows as a grave crime today,
A sin of commission, against persons and animals;
Aren't children who desert their old parents and run away,
As harsh, as the primitive tribes, who were called cannibals...?
Abandoned pets, like urchins, roam around in streets and parks,
Hungry, thirsty they fight, near butcher's shops, for bits of bones ;
Injuries and illnesses they undergo, with bite marks,
Dirty and sick they are euthanized far from human zones...!
Sadness and worries, old mothers and fathers undergo,
Existence turns absurd when kids they loved much, give them pain;
When masters leave, as life as stake, pets too in sadness grow,
Should pets and humans suffer such fate, till rebirth they gain...?
Forsaken, rejected, shunned... creation comes to a standstill,
Hatred and cruel scorn for beings kill the divine will...!!!