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Popular Animal Poems

Away, Melancholy

by Stevie Smith

Away, melancholy,
Away with it, let it go.

Are not the trees green,
The earth as green?
Does not the wind blow,
Fire leap and the rivers flow?
Away melancholy.

The ant is busy

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Christmas Is Really For The Children

by Steve Turner

Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling clothes.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a
hint of rich perfume.

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The Newcomer

by Brian Patten

'There's something new in the river,'
The fish said as it swam.
'It's got no scales, no fins and no gills,
And ignores the impassable dam.'

'There's something new in the trees.'
I heard a bloated thrush sing.
'It's got no beak, no claws, and no feathers,
And not even the ghost of a wing.'

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In The Droving Days

by Banjo Paterson

"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?
One of the sort that was ne'er afraid,
One of the boys of the Old Brigade;
Thoroughly honest and game, I'll swear,
Only a little the worse for wear;
Plenty as bad to be seen in town,
Give me a bid and I'll knock him down;

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Splinter

by Carl Sandburg

The voice of the last cricket
across the first frost
is one kind of good-by.
It is so thin a splinter of singing.

Recent Animal Poems

What's Your Name?

by Gilligan Snolepart

Once upon a time
There was a bear called Bear

And a dog called Doug
and a cat called Cat

And a sheep call Hugh
And a dolphin called Delphine

And an Ox call Leon

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Animal Poems: Poems about Animals

by Michael R. Burch

These are poems about animals and nature...

The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch

The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.

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Pack

by Sally Rose

Forever prowling the slick rain stained streets, dazed and bathed by the moonlight and mother nature's embrace, you are graced by the wild wind as you shed your skin to the feral calls of your kin.

Giraffe

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

browsing green treetops
with a grace that comes from height ~
head up in the clouds

El animal sin identidad

by Humberto Gómez Sequeira-HuGóS

Estoy en el fondo
de un ojo de agua
sin mi luz celular.

Disuelto sin tiempo,
siento que soy el sueño
del animal sin identidad.

HuGóS | 26-12-2020 | 8:21 p.m.