Animal Poems

Animal Poems

Autumn, by Joshua Knight

This is definitely my favorite time of the year...

Booty, by Joshua Knight

Once in a man’ s life
he’ s seen ...

Circus Clown, by Joshua Knight

Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...

Coke Nazi, by Joshua Knight

It’ s well documented by now
that Coca C...

Conversations with Patriotism, by Joshua Knight

Under a tree
near the cement shore of a man-ma...

Indian Mascot, by Joshua Knight

Filling in for an absent teacher
at a middle s...

King George III, by Joshua Knight

He became King of England in 1761,
a sickly ...

Age Comes A-Wooing, by Joyce Kilmer

With shameless and incessant lust
Thy tremulou...

The Ballade of Butterflies, by Joyce Kilmer

Because we never build a nest
And no one of us...

The Big Top, by Joyce Kilmer

The boom and blare of the big brass band is che...

Delicatessen, by Joyce Kilmer

Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about t...

Easter, by Joyce Kilmer

The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wi...

In Memoriam: Florence Nightingale, by Joyce Kilmer

She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion,
Ca...

Matin, by Joyce Kilmer

Soft purple shadows cloud love-weary eyes,
Da...

Said the Rose, by Joyce Kilmer

No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love...

St. Laurence, by Joyce Kilmer

Within the broken Vatican
The murdered Pope is...

Summer of Love, by Joyce Kilmer

June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness
And spr...

To a Young Poet Who Killed Himself, by Joyce Kilmer

When you had played with life a space
And made...

Oh! City of the World, by Judah Ha-Levi

Oh! City of world, most chastely fair;
In th...

To Zion, by Judah Ha-Levi

Art thou not hungry for thy children, Zion, --...

Folded, by Judith Skillman

From Latticework This bird, its orange
faste...

The Barracks, by Jules Romains

Beings have molten forms and lives together. T...

The Church, by Jules Romains

The self-deceit of having wrought the light. P...

Life Unanimous, by Jules Romains

The creaking wheel of the dust cart; the stumbl...

The Soul's Need, by Jules Romains

I WISH for nothing more
Than my emotion of now...