She
combs the sun's beams through her locks dapples moonshine on her cheeks sets brilliant stars upon her wrists and stings her neck and arms with musk and, bloodying her lips with gloss, she steps from her apartment strutting through the streets
Afternoon in May
Haunting the grass a butterfly alights upon its rain-bent blades. Daisies bathe its tawny wings in shadow. Seconds pass. Then up and away it flies, freckling through the haze. A blackbird's voice, flute-soft, clear, accompani
Night Fight
I was just thinking about some things that we hear in the night. How in the morning, if we had slept through it all, often times we would never even know it happened at all.
lemming
does this fall under humor or pets / animals?
Pitter Patter
This is just a cute lil poem I wrote about one of my rabbits. I don't usually write "happy" poems, so I figured I'd challenge myself to actually write a happy one. (:
The Dog
Rin-tin-tin, it's whatever you want, I'm bored.
Arf arf!
Along the same lines as THE ASPCA poem, but in a different, more intimate setting. The dog is an allegory for naivete.
Cats
This poem is about my feelings about cats. I love cats. I have 3 cats at home.
a wink in time
was to recall that cur, always bit the hand that fed them
My friend
Pet theme This is why we love our pets
Tripe
TRIPE Unbelieving nostrils flare upon each taxed face smelling death's breath in an unfamiliar place. Survival's panic flashes in their innocent eyes as not guilty pleas echo in their unheeded cries! The end comes with steel piercing a trapp
Memoires of a Lion
I wrote this poem when I was studying at Bethlehem University. I wrote when the war of Iraq had broken out. I felt sad for people who die everyday and found that Lions are good creatures that follow rules, don't lie and....
Instinct
This poem came to me as I was riding with some friends high up in the mountains a few years ago. I'd say the poem out loud and we'd all repeat it , finding the words, making it complete. :-) It speaks of man's desire to answer what's inside. :-)
FRISKIE THE SQUIRREL
I have written about five poems about Friskie my grandson used to just love for me to tell his about friskie befor he went to sleep
bees
i wrote this cos i love bees
Let Live the Animals
A poem dedicated to all animals. Praying that mankind would give them space.
sweet love
its about how love feels
"off and running"
“off and running” their conversation that night was of plans and a schedule insightful and humorous, though all too contrite in a day or so they’d be many miles away traveling after dark and sleeping each day the unlimited funds hidden in th
The ASPCA
If I could format it more specifically, the lines towards the end would actually get smaller in size. But otherwise, it's a good poem, with a unique perspective. Also, for a treat, count the number of captial letters in the final stanza per line.
AT WHAT COST DISTANCE?
AKIN TO THE BIBLE I DIDN'T WRITE THIS...SHE DID AS SHE WHIPERED A BREEZE IN MY EAR, AND SO I JUST JOTTED DOWN WHAT HER SOUL DICTATED FOR ME TO HEAR AND SHE BETTER BE REAL
If i was Panda Bear
i love Panda bear...and i dreaming when i was panda bear ^_^
Darcy
This poem is for my Dog, That I had to put down after 16 years.
crows teach to live life
about this poem/story ? i love crows and they beyond their dark pupils tell a story as does a tat or a soldier just look deep within to see it. and i only write my poems once most people dont like them but hey unless you have a weird view why would you ?
IF IT SHOULD BE
This poem is about making the difficult decision of putting a dog down when it is so ill that it cannot walk, eat or control its bodily fluid any longer.
The Colt
Bold one month old Fast as a bolt of light Colt don't do as hes told Marches to the sound of His own hoof Hes a little aloof but the Day will come when this Colt of mine will be a Fine horse. Copyright 2011 John Yona
The Matador ( by Steven Reeve )
Wanting to create something similar I failed with dismal results So I turned to the masters of verse On the same subject matter of my choosing To see just how poetic it could be Maybe learning on the way I dont know if he famous But his words made it all so dramatic This sport that ends in death. I really enjoyed it so I am sure you will too.
If It Should Be
If it should be I grow frail and weak And pain prevents my peaceful sleep. Then you must do what must be done When this last battle can't be won. You will be sad, I understand. Selfishness might stay your hand. But on this day, more than the
Title Unknown
Don't think of him as gone away his journey's just begun, life holds so many facets this earth is only one. Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. T
Nightsong
Just remembering a time when I heard a bird singing in the middle of the night
Benji is missing.
The tale in this poem is taken from a real life event.
The Hunt
My blood burns As I begin the hunt My prey is swift and canny Yet I have patience Softly, I pad through the grass I hear the scamper of feet My pulse quickens My prey is near I sniff the air Catching the scent Swiftly, silently I lope
cheeky
HOW I MISS YOU MY DEAR FRIEND THE WAY YOU WOULD COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER LISTEN TO ME SOMETIMES TALK TO ME I WOULD WATCH YOU WANTED NOTHING FROM ME NO NOTHING YOU WHERE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME ,MY DAYS HAVE BEEN LONLEY SINCE YOUR PASSING I MISS T
The animal With In
use your own amagination
fallen at first fence
It was the day of the national A new horse was entered A total outsider 1000 /1 Made of wood was he His name was dobin In fine livery was he Oh so wooden was he ? Painted in fine colors all painted propper On top sat his rider A carpen
Dinner (575)
Cheetah's too fast for Antelope, which is a fast animal. Cheetahs run 75-80mph.Sombody read my Wooded church anonymously wanted more animals so heres afew haha '
Bucks &Does
Its what Bucks do in Rut
Creatura Nobila (Noble Creature)
În toata afectiunea mea, ceea ce sa schimbat viata mea este am gasit un ciobanesc german negru un companion uimitor si un câine credincios aceste calitati inspira devotament si dragoste si obliga ma sa ma trezesc dimineata când vom iesi la plimb
Sydney Sales Yard
A bonny mare if 'ere there was one Stood tall in the Sydney Sales Yard. The odds, the ring, the sales yard;- And soon they beat her down. The bid lot forty three, recall (If memory serves me right) Where stood there men as tough as nails And
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
Save the Anopheles Gambiae Mosquito
I have been recording Alice, a sitcom from the 70's about a waitress at Mel's Diner. Just about every commercial break they have these snow leopards that are facing extinction. Just thinking of some other animals out there not making any money for these charities, like the mosquito.
Dear Fellow Critters
A poem about my pomeranian dog, Boom Boom.