Animal Poems
I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
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The Poem Of Zuhair
by İbn Abî Sûlmâ Zuhayr
'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?
'And is it her dwelling at the two stony meadows, seeming as though they were the renewed tattoo marks in the sinews of the wrist?
'The wild cows and the white deer are wandering about there, one herd behind the other, while their young are springing up from every lying-down place.
'I stood again near it, (the encampment of the tribe of Awfa,) after an absence of twenty years, and with some efforts, I know her abode again after thinking awhile.
'I recognized the three stones blackened by fire at the place where the kettle used to be placed at night, and the trench round the encampment, which had not burst, like the source of a pool.
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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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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.
An Elephant never forgets
by Author Reinvented
"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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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.
CRIES OF THE CAGED
by Diganta Kr Banik
They can’t hear me cry,
They shy away from my tears,
It’s within these caged walls,
I face my worst fears.
I long to be free
I want to run,
I want my freedom,
I want the open sun.
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Orange-utan
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in lush deep green woods
wearing amber coat so gay
as vivid birds sing
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James Bayard Taylor (1 poems about Animal)
11 January 1825 – 19 December 1878 / Chester County, Pennsylvania