Animals Poems
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
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Word as It Is
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
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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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Variegated Stripes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Parallel colors go on forever, others swirling and merging,
Hued rainbows and smoky sunsets, from a chaos surging!
Hanging from the Christmas tree, ruby peppermint candy,
And circus clowns entertain us, attired so gaily and badly.
Often seen on animals, birds, leaves and even mountains,
Coloring all the days of our lives, from mystical fountains!
Arrayed all in purple stripes, the mischievous joker is wild,
Sharing this streaked world where very nature has smiled.
The Jungle
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in a realm of sounds
purple gold orange and reds
swirl amid vast greens
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.
......
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......
Word as It Is
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Words are real action
The reality is also sometimes stunned by words
Words that Absurd sometimes also have an affair with reality
Reality that plays with phenomena is sometimes not as idealistic as we think
The spirit in the equivalent word chosen as diction may be right next to the norm or ethics
The body in the heart of a word is always meaningful
The spirit that realistic in words is easily co-opted by symbols in the real world
Body of You, me and all of you resides in a name in a word that has special
meaning
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The Birdfeeder
by Tyler Morello
A bird goes to a feeder
And finds it full of seeds
He seeks to grab a mouthful
Of the sustenance he needs
But to the bird's displeasure
The seeds are stale and old
Some spicy, moldy, soggy
Some too hot and some too cold
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The Once Bald Gremlin: Kat
by Lauren ...
INTRODUCTION: I am a philosophy major, and I have a cat. I didn't want a cat. She jumped out of the trash, drank my coffee, and followed me home. She was gross and bald and possessed an alarming hatred of kneecaps. She teaches me weird and important lessons, as God's great creatures often do. In this poem, I reference one of my favorite books, St. Augustine's De Magistro, and describe the disturbance of my contemplation by the "once bald gremlin" that I call my Adeodatus.
THE ONCE BALD GREMLIN: KAT
Once upon a thinking derailed by the bald
Skinny skulky trash-born kitty
Hater of the knees you've mauled
Painful past what a pity
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