Animal Poems
The Frog
by Hilaire Belloc
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,'
Or likewise 'Ugly James,'
Or 'Gap-a-grin,' or 'Toad-gone-wrong,'
Or 'Bill Bandy-knees':
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.
No animal will more repay
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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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Death
by William Butler Yeats
NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
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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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A Dream Of Foxes
by Lucille Clifton
fox
who
can blame her for hunkering
into the doorwells at night,
the only blaze in the dark
the brush of her hopeful tail,
the only starlight
her little bared teeth?
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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 RoseForever 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.
Continue readingGiraffe
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.
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James Bayard Taylor (1 poems about Animal)
11 January 1825 – 19 December 1878 / Chester County, Pennsylvania