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ABC Pets Poems | ABC Poems About Pets

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Kids Love For Animals

       Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )

Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys

Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards

A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit

There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies

Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen

Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
At :  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9q2V0UVqzX50Y6Y2pDaKISv

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

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The ABC's Of Food

This is my first A--Z poem. Any advice or comments are welcome.

Apples Are 
Being Bought
Cooked Creatively
Dripping Deliciousness
Every Excited 
Food Fanatic
Goes GaGa
Happily Having
Interesting Ingredients
Joyfully Jumping
Keeping Kids
Laughing Loudly
Making Memories
Never Needing 
One Occasion
Playful Puppies
Quietly Quickly
Run Rapidly
Stealing Some 
Tasty Treasures
Unnoticed Under
Very Vibrant
Welcoming Willows
Xanthic Xylocarps
Yummy Yapness
Zesty Zingy

Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2014

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Vito the Kitten

There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street,  will be kissing his paws .

for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.

Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves 
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays 

Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep. 
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !

Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast , 
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.

Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.

No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all 
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw 

One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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My Tiger, His Prey

These cuddly creatures,
Maybe be soft and sweet,
But they do have a temper,
That ones believe is not true,
The sharp evasive claws,
Jagged pointy teeth,
Make up for the fur,
That others believe is nice and neat,
The beautiful colors,
Sometimes with spots,
Don't make them mad,
You might see a different side,
Thats just not so glad,
You wonder what this creature is,
I wonder if I should say,
I wonder if you can handle it,
Just from day to day,
It's new very own creature,
I call him,
My tigers eye,
He's very beautiful,
I found him in a shop,
I have lost one of my body parts,
I picked him up,
Gave him love,
Let him stay,
Took him home,
My tiger,
His prey.....

Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016

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The man and his cat

A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat. 
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared. 
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love. 
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal. 
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life. 
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.  
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion. 
Everyday the man pays  more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur. 
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment. 
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst. 
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.  
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done.  He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.  
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness. 
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him. 
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man. 
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.

I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.  
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.  
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.  
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair. 
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.  
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick. 
So make good of your time and to the people in your life

Copyright © steven pineda | Year Posted 2011

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For Animal Lovers

Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009

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A Welsh New Year

A Welsh New Year

The night's dark shadow 
creeps softly over the sky. 
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light, 
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass. 
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing, 
pushing and pulling.
Rough and unforgiving.
Wild as our hearts, 
beating quickly in the night.
The wooden walls groan in around us.
A ship, 
forever docked, 
deeply into the cliff.

A yearning spirit hides in anticipation 
behind each eye, 
quivering in excitement and childish glee.
When finally, 
one scuttling figure jumps from the couch 
and out the door.
We chase him, 
fleeting feet and unruly rain jackets, 
across the courtyard and towards the wild sea. 
The wind's intensity grows with the seconds.
We stop, 
when we reach the light.
It flashes, 
giant and glowing.
The sea roars far below us 
and the wind thrashes and screams in our ears.
I feel as if it could lift me off my feet 
and carry it as far as it pleased.
Clinging tightly to whoever is closest, 
we stand in silent awe. 
But it only last one flickering moment,
before we're dashing back 
to the warm safety of the indoors. 

But when the morning comes,
and all putter around the kitchen, 
little fragments of the night still remain. 
A crumpled flag of the living room floor. 
Muddy shoes scattered 
on the cold entranceway.
The quick sprawled footprints in the sand. 
And a lone wine-glass of water, 
on a disheveled bedside table. 
Gentle smiles pass through the house,
and the steady sea beats rhythmically on.
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Copyright © tej singh | Year Posted 2014

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Tippy, My Spoiled Brat Cat

I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear

He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap

Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2012

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Pets and gadgets

My grandpa spent his leisure with pets 
I don’t spare time from my gadgets. 
Keep busy in gadgets till I can endure 
leaving my lovely pets ignored. 

(c) S.D. Tiwari

Copyright © S.D. Tiwari | Year Posted 2014

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Missing The Birds

Today I awoke to bird song,
As the sun brightly shone
In my house from room to room, 
My kitten Tippy likes to zoom
Whining when he hears them chirping,
I know that he's really lurking
While he wants to stalk and steal,
And turn them into his main meal
I bet he misses being outside,
But still loves his home inside

Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2009

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Never Just a Dog

Never Just a Dog The day was long and hard You greet me at the door Ever ready to show the love Ever ready to listen Never judging, never arguing You wag your tail and smile Patiently waiting to have my Hand; gently scratch your ears Patiently waiting for your leash to snap in place Slowly you take the lead out into the world Walking in companionship You feel the tension leaving my body Your excitement grows, and yet you patiently wait You wait for the smile and the signal to play There it is! That loosened leash that says freedom You chase the blowing leaves around until the true prize comes forward Your favorite ball sails through the air and you run as fast as you can to retrieve it Then back again to my side You drop the ball and wait for me to pick it up and send it flying through the air again Again, and, again the ball flies until the darkness is coming and your tummy rumbles You sit and patiently wait for the snap of the leash once again Tonight is a special night; we take an extra run around the park to burn off the rest of the day’s tension Home at last for some kibble and a drink You settle next to me, and nap as I slowly drift off I nestle next to your warmth and smile You are my friend, my companion But never just a dog

Copyright © Janet Setters | Year Posted 2011

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The fish

A fish called Bob was twisting in the pot. He met another in the mirror and he was happy to twist.

Copyright © Eleftherios Ioannou | Year Posted 2012

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best friend

there  here  till  the  end  and  when  you  need a   helping  hand  they   are  most 
likely   to   help.they   will   always  be  there  when  your  sad  or  happy  or  
maybe  even  angry and  scared.

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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school  can  be  boring or  fun.most  kids  don't  like  school.but  some   kids 
do.you  may  get  frustrayted  or  even  sad  and  get mad.one  day you will  get  
it.so  never  give  up  and  always  go to  school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should 
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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For Tippy's Birthday

Tippy my kitty is now one year old,
And still really very bold
Always forever wanting me to play,
Each and every single day
He's been getting bigger than ever,
Along with being much more fatter
I hope he keeps his kittenish ways,
Right up until th end of of his days

Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2009

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i love u

i try to sit next to you.
i try to talk to you but i just cant.
i try to join your art class.
nothing seems to work.
i wish i could just say i love you.

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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Mashed Potatoes and Gravy Train (

Well we certainly did it last night
When we went grocery shopping, there was a slight oversight
The dog will not eat his regular feast out of the bag under the sink
But he won't go thirsty, he will have plenty to drink
He's a good old boy, he will not complain
We're having Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes topped with the dog's Gravy Train
The chunks seemed to soften as they were put on the stove to bring out the flavor
The family will find out if it is something a person would savor
The smell was quite odd, not bad, not good, just odd
Maybe this would be gourmet in some areas abroad
As the kids sit the table, with the plates all the trimmings
The secret item is reduced to simmering
Everyone is ready to hear about the brown chunky stuff on the potatoes, I begin to 
We forgot our usual Mc Cormick's instant, so we had to Fido's Gravy Train
Everyone at the table looked at one another
I hand the first plate to their mother
The next serving I passed to our daughter of  age three
Then the next one came to me
I took one bite, the chunk shimmied down the throat
My stomach instantly began to  bloat
The three year old took a bite and passed gas with the sound of a Whooping 
Needless to say we gave Fido back his Gravy Train

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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she  is  the  best.they  can  get  angrey.but  she  always  will  be their  for 
you.when  you  have  a   have  a  problem she  will always  help.thats  what  
mothers  are  for

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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they  have  orange.
they have  green.
they  have  red.
they  have yellow.
they have  purple.
those  colours should  make  everyone  happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
because the    are nice   bright  ,happy  colours

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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White little kitten
with glowing eyes
soft purr so lovely
silent walker stealing milk
Homely companion
so gently it plays
always cute for ever

Copyright © Namratha H | Year Posted 2012

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All Creatures

God gave us creatures
both big and small. 
With many beautiful features, 
to keep us enthralled. 

Dogs, cats, birds, 
small animals and species galore, 
each time I think, 
I find there is more. 

These loving creatures, 
he gave us for our companionship, 
to make us forget our problems, 
and for comfort and friendship.
It upsets me always, 
when I drive on the streets, 
to see a stray animal, 
someone refused to keep. 

These little creatures, 
are pushed out of their homes. 
They are left hungry and 
the streets they roam.

They are God's gifts to us, 
for comfort and joy.
Not to be thrown away, 
like a child's broken toy.

Copyright © Athena Beauchamp | Year Posted 2013

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My City

Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.

Is this my place?
A thought makes my mind race.

We walked on roads, without a glance.
Now walking on roads, is taking a chance.

So many vehicles, so much pollution.
Is this real, or is this illution?

Where are the trees, where are the birds feathered?
All seem to be so endangered.

What I see is chaos and commotion.
Growing and growing is IT's invation.

I wonder if I can get back those days.
When clouds looked like flying maze.

But here I sit in my cab and gaze.
A sight filled with smoky haze.

I think and think as my watch goes tick.
Who's making my city so sick?

I see my land, I see it sink.
We have to do something, or we'll loose it in a wink.

So lets spread green, and lets all hurry.
Before the nature shows its fury.

By planting trees again and again.
Its not money, its life that we gain.

Isn't this a thought, a thought we must ponder.
I reach my destination, while I still wonder.

Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.

Is this my homeland?
O God! soon wave your magic wand.

Copyright © swathi bharadwaj | Year Posted 2007

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Kittens In Cages

Many kittens are brought here,
Each month, and all through the year
Living in small, cramped cages,
Some are too small for their ages
Their owners should feel really bad,
Because their pets are way too sad

They're so cute, and full of love,
And have nothing to be ashamed of
If they only knew their fate,
Would they choose instead to hate?
Lots of them will be put to sleep,
While their owners will never weep

You hear their tiny voices meow,
Pleading, please help me, somehow
They never even asked to be born,
But they must feel very forlorn
How could a pet owner be so uncaring,
To subject their animal to such a living?

Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2009

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my first pet

I    got  a  first  pet   it    was  different  from  everybody's  first  pet  i  had  a  half  
cat  half  dog.i  named it  cado.but i  thought he  was  cool.everyone  kept  making  
fun  of  him.but  i  loved  him  dearly.

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

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Don’t go brutal in the veins 
blood is diluted
life has become complex. 
Barefoot truth walks,
in the sun without shadows.
We are beaten by lies.
The caste aside had a carnal thrust,
and the stars were weeping.

I will die of a primordial death one day.
What is the central theme, of present life ?
It has no nuances, only the numerical strength of passions. 
Question marks are leaving,
an omnipresent stink everywhere.

An awakening without,
a flame does not inspire
a hidden defeat of haloed touchstone.
I will go for a swim,
in the dead sea to taste,
the salt of all the white moons. 
How would our forefathers
know the masks?

Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

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Chewy is my dog he's friendly, playful and likes to run. When I call him he comes. He is my shadow and never leaves my side. Can't imagine life without him even when he shows his ornery side.

Copyright © Daniele albanese | Year Posted 2015

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To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything into turn with obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

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Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.

After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
of ruthlessness.

And over the fire hangs a skeleton
of past.
The real truth again hides in the
Survivor’s eyes.
There is no witness of any crime.

The court adjournd and the symbolists
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
Now will begin the layered aches
in heart.


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

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I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house.

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look.

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm !


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

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Planet earth,
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
like trees.
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
tongues clipped
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.

Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.

Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008