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Loss Dog Poems | Dog Poems About Loss

These Loss Dog poems are examples of Dog poems about Loss. These are the best examples of Loss Dog poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Free verse |

The Bench In Central Park

       On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks.  I keep asking 
myself is it my fault?  What did I do wrong?  The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless 
song.  I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck.  Her words have 
left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders.  I feel it in 
my bones this day will get colder.
       I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run.  That just shows people will 
continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun.  So many thoughts running through my 
head.  And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read.  I contemplate over my life, it's 
not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy.  Even your spouse living in your 
house can betray you with infidelity.  That is why my heart is aching like a cavity.  Right now 
I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity.
       I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and 
for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul.  My insecurities 
diminish from their dark hellhole.  I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't 
seem so cold.
       I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in.  A very pretty woman 
walks by with her dog and I grin.  She notices and smiles back.  Wow!  A kinda smile that is 
only meant for kodak!  I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way.  Something 
tells me "you better not let this one get away."  As I'm listening to my inner voice, she 
glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice.  Amazing 
how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark.  I now knew everything was 
going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park......


* 10th Place win in "Anything Goes" Contest 
   sponsored by A Rambling Poet



Details | Rhyme |

CJ Forever More

No more seeing you pout when I walk through the door
    to find trash strewn across the kitchen floor.
No more picking old diapers from the lawn
    I never knew why you were drawn.
No more kisses from your wide wet tongue
    the first of many I got when you were so young.
No more lying against your back
    your warmth and love I will lack.
Forever more sweet thoughts of you
    jumping in my lap when you were two.
Forever more you’re in my heart
    it was so hard to have to part.
Forever more you will be missed
    during lonely nights you were my bliss.
Forever more than my pet
    you are family and one of the greatest friends I have met.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

The Cross Over

My Dog 


Today is the day!
I give my dog away!
I wonder if he's sick or if he's too lazy to play and do tricks.
I called the vet, “$80 I cannot pay.”

My dog, my favorite pet,
He does not want to chase the cat.
I understand that he does not like to get wet.
But, how come today, he doesn't want to play fetch.
I tell him to roll over.
That he doesn't even want to do :- ( 
When I call my dog Rover,
He gives me the puppy face too.
Maybe he's over fed.
All he does is lay there in bed.
He’s not even wagging his tail!

My dog, my favorite pet,
He didn’t walk with me to get the mail.

Should I call the Dog Catcher?
And ask why my dog is playing dead?


by;pd & son 


Details | Elegy |

Elegy for a Duchess

Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, 
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream 

spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge 

and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick 

green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. 

Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, 
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap 

but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,

snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. 

Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me

down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead  you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, 

saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess 
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.

11-16-2013


Details | Rhyme |

Here Lies Blacky

It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.

When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.

I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.

I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.

When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.

I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.

My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.

Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.

My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.

Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.


I hold your image close,
Like nature does  a rose.

The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.

Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.

Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.

I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.

I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.

I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.

The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.

The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.

And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.

I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.


Details | Prose Poetry |

A Man’s best friend is his dog

 “A Man’s best friend is his dog” 

The phrase receives little refute 
Anecdotal history alone settles any dispute
but he’s just a dog all he needs to be is cute

Trustworthy loyal and dyeing to please                          
in return asking only to sniff around the trees
checking if  other dogs crossed their i’s or dotted their t’s

You bring him home because he is oh so adorable
Now that you’ve stepped in it it’s oh so horrable
making matters worse your mutt is now incorrigible

your dog will figure out how to pass the time away 
waiting for you to come home even if it takes all day
you’ve had to toss the things he’s trashed away
 
You know all he wants to do is play 
you break out the treats and teach him to sit and to stay
but this is not why he waited for for you all day -but OK

walking and fetching may be good clean fun
but long legged  dogs really love a good run

understanding dogs is not as easy as it seems
dogs like people take some things to extremes

We soon discover our dogs are a lot like us
so get to know him well and don’t make such a fuss 

              In Memory of our beloved Samson 
  see related poem: Tale of the Dog That Licked Me  


Details | Sonnet |

The Ghost Of Ole Blue

Old Jim Hasselgrove lived out by the river bank
where you'd see him sometimes cookin 
viddles on a small wood stove
now Jim's best friend was a dog named Blue
cause no matter where Jim went Blue was sure to be there too 
like soft butter spread on bread those two were meant to be
so it was that the years passed by
yet that dog Blue never left Old Jim's side
then one day somethin mighty awful happened
seems Old Jim had gone up and passed away
everyone in town thought  Jim should've had a church grave
but loyal Blue stayed by old Jim's shack
which in the end is where they buried Old Jim 
and where some swear the ghost of ole Blue still remains today


Details | Rhyme |

Buster and The Boy

The boy had a very sad look on his face
Sauntering along the road at a snails pace

I wanted to ask him if something was wrong
But he kept walking his dog following along

What a picture the two of them made
In their own little world moving to the shade

Sitting down with a great weight on his shoulders
I walked over to him and felt a little bolder

His head down as he shuffled stones out of his way
I asked him how he was on this beautiful day

His eyes filled with tears as he tried not to cry
Buster is sick and Dad says he is going to die

He looked up at me and said he is my best friend
And I don’t know how to help him get to the end

I sat beside the boy with the saddest eyes I’ve seen
I think you are doing the very best that you can

You see he just wants to be with you today
You make him happy by taking time to play

He knows you love him because you are here
Walking with him and by just being near

When his time is up you must always know
That he was your friend and had to go

He had a good life but he has played his part
You will hold his memories safe in your heart

Contest: broken
Oct.31/13


Details | Prose Poetry |

Tale of the Dog That Licked Me (a memoriam)

Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun
the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run

I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat
placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat

I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time
In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime

Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best
Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest

When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run
 running and barking in his dream just having fun.

He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up
love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup

As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin
I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been
         
              In Memory of our beloved Samson 
  see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog


Details | Rhyme |

Loyal friend, never forgotten

I wasn't there to say goodbye

I often contemplate the reasons why

You were very sick that day

I still went to a friends to stay

My phone buzzed with the final news

That you had gone there were no clues

A dog, my friend for 16 years

I shed that worth amount in tears

Dicken my dear you were my brother

You took care of me like a mother

If I could say something to you

It's that I'm sorry and love you too

I would not want to relive that day

But it's in my memory here to stay




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