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Popular Animal Poems

On Living

by Nâzım Hikmet

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Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example--
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree

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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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Power

by Edwina Matthews

To some power is guns
To some power is knifes
To some power is the ability to read, and write.
To some power is control
To some power is a fist
To some like Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. power was words.
To some power is like a trapped animal trying to get out of a cage.
To some power is love
To some power is art
To some power is money

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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.