Hewo everyone!!!
I think we all know how this works now, but if not, you basically just read all of the poems and vote on which one you think is the best!
This week’s poetry prompt was to write a poem based off of the world from a perspective of an animal.
Lots of people wrote about different animals, but pls just vote on which one you like the best!
Also, last week’s winner was @CrochetCritters04 !
Here is their poem if you would like to read it!
Betrayal
Did you know what you were doing
When you walked away that day?
Did you know it would be
The last time I ever saw your face?
You gave me a hug and said goodbye
Like I was someone who mattered
But that was never true, was it?
I waited for you.
I waited for a year.
I wondered why you weren’t there.
I started thinking you hated me.
But that was never true, was it?
Because that would mean you cared.
Did you know I cried every night?
Did you know I cursed your name?
Did you know you weren’t the first?
But you were the last.
Because I swore that night
No one else would get to shatter me.
I built a shell around me,
A wall against my fractured heart,
A fortress of broken friendships
And forgotten promises.
I decided I would rather be alone,
Than be left again.
I let you break me.
I gave you the hammer.
I smiled as you swung.
But never again.
Do you even remember me?
Do you still know my name?
Do you think about me late at night
When the dark is filled with memories?
I do.
I remember the laughs, the smiles, the hugs.
I remember the parties, the trouble, the fun.
I remember the stupid jokes and the childish games.
I remember the tears, the screams, the silence.
I remember the doubt, the confusion, the blame.
I remember how someone else had to tell me
The things you would never say.
I remember wondering where we went astray.
I remember six years erased in a moment.
I remember the day you said,
“Friends forever, just you and me.”
But that was never true, was it?
And here are the poems for this week!
Side note: Some of these poems contain blood, gore, and animal cruelty, just as a warning for anyone sensitive to these topics!
#1
It smells funny here
Surrounded by my brothers and sisters
Other people come by to take them away
I watch them go and I sit in fear
Why am I still here? All alone on my own
When all of a sudden a Human comes along
Little did I know, that would be My Human, full of love I would be shown
This was the moment I knew I found My Human
They took me home, they looked angry
I wasn’t sure why
I knew how to fix that, I could make them happy
When we arrived, I saw a bed! I ran to it and got snuggled up
My Human was more angry though, grabbing me by my scruff and dragging me away
Even though it hurt, I loved My Human, so that was okay
I saw another Human, he looked excited! I found out his name was Sammy
We locked eyes and I knew he was the one who I would make happy
Weeks passed, I played with him and found joy in my new boy
But soon after he would become tired, I noticed it was only when I was around, when he was alone he never seemed tired…
I tried to play with My Human, but they were still angry, they shouted when I was near, even when I was napping
Even when they were bored, when I came by, they started snapping…
After about a year or so, my bowl was often empty, I found myself growing weaker, less playful, and so, so tired
“Come on, boy! We’re gonna go on a ride!” A ride? I hadn’t been on a ride in so long! I ran to the door, so excited to be going somewhere
Where are we going? Is it fun? Will I get food? I’m hungry! I hope it’s food
We came to a stop, My Human took me out of the car, they were still angry…
“Come 'ere, boy! I got a ball!” Ball? I hadn’t seen that ball since… well, I couldn’t even remember
I chased that ball, unknowing it would be the last time I would ever get to do that…
I got the ball! The familiar scent of My Human’s car faded as I ran back
I looked around, Human? Huumaann? Where did My Human go?
I never found My Human, but I had a good time with them
I’ll miss My Boy, I wonder if he misses me…
I wish they hadn’t left, but that’s ok… I love My Human!
Right?
I laid down, for the last time, my only thought being “I love My Human, right?”
As my senses fade, like sand blowing in the wind
#2
I learned the shape of my world
By walking it
Over and over
Until dirt became memory
This hill was not small
It was a city
It had routes and rules
It had order
Even when it looked like mess
We carried bread like treasure
Dragged sugar like promise
We believed in tomorrow
Because tomorrow
Had always come
Then the ground changed
Without asking
Shadows fell
Not like night
But like interruption
The air filled with sound
Sharp and careless
Laughter I did not understand
Hands broke the earth open
Fingers digging
Where no permission was given
Walls collapsed
Tunnels folded into themselves
The dark rushed in
Some of us ran
Some of us stayed
I saw them turn back
Ants I had shared paths with
Stood their ground
As if small bodies
Could argue with disaster
They climbed
They pushed
They tried
Not because they thought they would win
But because this was home
The earth shook again
And they did not get up
I carry their absence
The way I carry crumbs
Carefully
Quietly
They did not mean to end a world
They were only playing
But intent
Does not stop destruction
I ran
Because instinct is a kind of prayer
Even when you do not know
The words
As the ground trembled
I thought of God
Not loud
Not rushing
But steady
The one who shaped the dirt
Before it learned how to break
I held onto the belief
That even if bodies fail
Meaning does not
When they left
The silence felt wrong
Like a song cut short
Crumbs were gone
Paths erased
Names I knew
No longer answered
Yet I lived
We rebuilt
Slowly
And with fewer shadows beside us
Learning where loss now lived
And when the ground trembles again
When laughter falls from above
I will keep walking
Because I believe
The God who sees sparrows fall
Sees ants too
And even if my world is small
Even if I am not saved
I am not unseen
#3
Friend or foe?
Mother always told me,
Don’t go out into the wild,
You will be hunted,
Worse, eaten by another animal.
I listened,
For only two days.
I was so bored,
There was no other way.
I told myself I should stay,
But my gut told me,
What’s the worst?
It was morning,
There were no other animals out,
At this time of day.
So I ventured,
I went into the wild.
Among the leaves,
Among the trees,
My nose sensed nothing.
But then,
I heard it.
A bang louder than ever.
That distinctive bang.
It had to be a gunshot.
I dashed as fast as I could,
But I found myself trapped.
And before I could realize,
I turned around,
And there he was.
Tall, unanimal-like.
But for some reason,
He didn’t end up shooting me.
He walked closer,
Extending his hand out,
To pet my soft head.
I’m confused.
He seems friendly.
But alas, we do not trust,
We do not trust those,
Those who are not our kin.
So I stepped back,
But he inched forward,
Once again.
Should I trust him?
Should I flee back to home?
For I cannot decipher,
If Human is friend or foe?
Who did he shoot,
With his big gun?
Ten minutes later,
I’m still standing there.
And he has not shot.
I am yet still intact.
I head home later,
Still clutching myself.
I want to go back.
He gave me some food,
And some pats,
That not even my mother gives me.
But I don’t know,
If he is friend or foe.
#4
We hear the boots. We hear the stomps. But it’s already too late. We try to warn, we try to hide, but one way or another they find us.
They steal our young, they kill our old. Anything to force us into their grips. Any resisting movement against their actions will be your last.
So you grab your herd. You tuck your ears and tail and you run, run away. Safe in another place until they find you there instead.
It started off with just the ones who “didn’t belong”. And excuse to get rid of those they feel are too strong. It started as a way to feed but quickly became sport. But this land was ours long before they came. So why say it’s our fault and our shame?
We hear the shots, see the blood. The bodies on the ground. Our loved ones dying before our eyes. Even watching the horrors happen can be your last sight.
Terror, power, control, is what the hunters want to feel. But remember, this was never about animals.
#5
The air freezes.
Leaves crunch.
As the cold air skims through my fur.
I have to stay quiet,
In case of danger.
Like I was taught to by my mother.
I wasn’t my mother’s only child, that’s for sure.
Out of the 456 of us, I was the youngest.
Maybe I did get taught more, but never with other animals.
I feel something near.
SMELL something near.
It’s another animal.
But what?
I feel it running, trying to chase me.
I do the same.
Run like the wind.
It may be a friend or enemy.
Who cares-
It’s just a-
OW!
I ran into a claw!
But-I was playing!
My friend stops; seeing the tension.
But isn’t scared.
I beg for help.
Get me out!
They don’t.
They look hungry.
And that’s it.
I can’t remember.
My vision went dark.
I was-
Gone.
I learned it was an enemy.
Yes, they helped,
But I couldn’t leave
The enemy’s trap.
Sorry for being a little late, but here’s the poll!
- #1
- #2
- #3
- #4
- #5
I think that’s it, everyone, so tysm and happy crafting/writing! -Yani, Alora (my pen name)