Poem
By Christina Rossetti
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which…
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which…
Category
Animals
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- PoemBy Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayed
between the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,
was the cobweb I almost walked… - ArticleBy Eric WeiskottA melancholy medieval rent collector’s sorrows, scribbled on the back of a legal document
- PoemBy Linda Sue Parkcurve and swoosh
of wondrous white
brushstroked black
the throat and wings
modest cap of scarlet
stretch and flap
a regal span
dance romance
on chopstick legs
elegant and awkward
nest and stalk
between the mines
screech and whoop
past endless loops
of shining razor wire - PoemBy Pat MoraSummer’s ending.
I sit on my desert rock, listen
to the world’s hum.
Crows and ravens caw,
finches and sparrows chirp. A dog barks.
... - PoemBy Betsy FrancoSend to: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
When writing friends an email
I sometimes &p*&%^$#
have a fit
if Mitchell walks across the keys
k:j^$% and adds a note
vpq#peifgu3gy ... - PoemBy Marilyn Singerapril is a dog's dream
the soft grass is growing
the sweet breeze is blowing
the air all full of singing feels just right
so no excuses now
we're going to the park
to chase and charge and chew
and I will make you see
what spring is... - PoemBy Marilyn SingerI prefer
warm fur,
a perfect fire
to lie beside,
a cozy lap
where I can nap,
an empty chair
when she's not there.
I want heat
on my feet
on my nose
on my hide.
No cat I remember
dislikes December
inside. - PoemBy Darren SardelliMy doggy ate my essay.
He picked up all my mail.
He cleaned my dirty closet
and dusted with his tail.
He straightened out my posters
and swept my wooden floor.
My parents almost fainted
when he fixed my bedroom door.
I did not try to stop him.
He... - PoemBy Carmen Bernier-GrandOne tiny tree frog
with big eyes
sings happily,
“Kokee! Kokee!”
His brother comes to bother.
Coquí doesn't push him.
Coquí doesn't bite him.
Coquí tells him,
“Kokee-Kee! Kokee-Kee!”
Two tiny tree frogs
with big eyes
sing happily,
“Kokee! Kokee!” - PoemBy Margarita Engleyou can't see us
not like those golden frogs
flashing their beauty
because we're not here
pretend we're not here
you can't eat us
we'd taste like clear air
we're transparent
invisible
until night when stars pass through us
moonlight flows into us
we start to sing
we need to sing
we love... - PoemBy Sallie WolfAn owl once perched in my tree
at night (when most birds cannot see).
But when the sun rose,
he was found by some crows,
and their caws caused the owl to flee. - PoemBy Francisco X. Alarcónsome say
I'm now almost
extinct in this park
but the people
who say this
don't know
that by smelling
the orchids
in the trees
they're sensing
the fragrance
of my chops - PoemBy Katherine HauthMosquitoes,
with needle-noses
sucking blood
from elbows, cheeks, and chin
why were you not
designed to thrive
on brine, on swine,
or likewise-spiny
porcupines?
SLAP!
SLAP!
... - PoemBy Katherine HauthWhen you know
that vore means eat,
you will know
that insectivores feed
on grasshoppers, moths, and butterflies,
mosquitoes, bees, and plain-old flies.
When you know
that carni means meat,
you will know
that carnivores eat
snakes and lizards, deer and lamb,
... - PoemBy Sallie WolfThe robin makes a laughing sound.
It makes me stop and look around
to see just what the robin sees—
fresh new leaves on twigs of trees,
a strong, high branch on which to rest,
a safe dry ledge to hold its nest.
The robin makes... - PoemBy Stephen SwinburneI live in a room by the sea,
where the view is great and the food is free.
Some of the tenants come and go.
Some I eat, if they're too slow.
One end of me is firmly locked.
The other end just gently rocks.
I... - PoemBy Eloise GreenfieldIt takes more than a wish
to catch a fish
you take the hook
you add the bait
you concentrate
and then you wait
you wait you wait
but not a bite
the fish don’t have
an appetite
so tell them what
good bait you’ve got
and how your bait
can... - PoemBy Marilyn NelsonOstrich and Lark started each morning together
at first light,
day in and day out.
And they parted
at nightfall.
Every day they nibbled an ongoing meal:
a few seeds here,
a few seeds there;
for Ostrich, the occasional lizard.
All day the sun glared out of cloudless blue.
Every...