Diligent, playful, and wise,
Of furry paws and soft loving eyes,
God’s amazing gift to mankind.
Copyright © Brianne Tyson | Year Posted 2015
I know a little dog.
His name is Smilin’ Jack.
He is white all over,
But his right eye… it is black.
For sure, he’s not a big dog;
But much more than a mite.
He’s very sweet; but, for a friend,
He won’t hesitate to stand and fight.
And you should see him in the park
Where all the children play…
So much love for one pup to give
Each and every day.
He has such a personality,
Like no dog I’ve ever known;
But I’ve not seen him for several days,
And I’m afraid he’s gone.
Smilin’ Jack, he has no master;
Tho’ I count him my best friend.
I’m so concerned he may have met
His untimely end.
So, I walk the streets and call,
“Smilin’ Jack, where can you be?
I need to see your happy face
Smilin’ back at me”.
I turn and look at every bark.
I’m alert to every cry.
The thought of losin’ Smilin’ Jack
Brings tears to my eyes.
Oh, my lonely heart is heavy.
It’s rainin’ now, the sky is black.
I’m hopin’ that he’ll be alright
And prayin’ he’ll come back.
As I trudge the squeaky stairs
Up to my lonely flat,
I hear a bit of sympathy
In the meows of my neighbor’s cat.
My door is shadowed by my gloom,
But there stands Smilin’ Jack.
He's wet and cold and now I'm cryin’.
My best friend has come back.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Oh, a mangy little doggie went galumphing down the street
And as his luck would have it he just happened there to meet
A warden with a wagon and a heavy-duty net
And he nabbed the rabid mongrel and he took him to the vet.
Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015
I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:
Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest
Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2015
Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less
Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon
she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still
no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills
the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone
the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Reminisce of Southern streets honey suckle vines, Magnolia air
strolling my Pepe down old streets , flowers wild growing everywhere ~
What was in that carriage as I walked proudly down a sidewalk ?
My poodle Pepe, a blue bonnet tied, Pepe sat up faithfully, bonnet on his head .
spectators driving by with smiles , the girl with a baby poodle was the talk ~
On a old plantation porch calling Pepe ? Pepe come home ? I patiently await .
Where was my furry lamb with silk black curls ? My puppy needed his walk .
Told by my parents after several cries many weeks straight ~
~ For they knew of my Poodles Fate ~
"Come inside , Pepe will come back ." He would not come home , Winter cold.
Parents hearing tireless cries , the truth was reveled , In a shed Pepe died.
My Mother told me what no Parent wants to share with a child of five years old ~
My Poodle had been in a shed with my brother and Dad , curiosity he always had.
A ladder had fallen on him , taking him away . Calling for Pepe the same day ...
We buried my Pepe , wrapped in blanket with his bonnet, in the back yard.
~ A cross made of branches , brick inscribed " here lies Pepe " bouquet by side. ~
I can not explain this love that left my heart broken , tireless nights I cried.
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
a puppy dog plays
on a green grassy pond's shore
mother dog's near by
puppy sees flying
butterfly from plant to plant
chases to catch it
many times it failed
mother dog was watching this
asks to come back vaw
Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2015
[I wrote this one when I was a school boy - it's my stab at the shortest poem in the world ever]
Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2013
across the sky.
The whole world watches
their homes burn.
It's a terrible tragedy.
Flames erupt everywhere!!
No one tries to help!!
The earth is doomed…
…or is it?
Inside a house
a dog watches
as the couch explodes.
He decides to help.
Hooray! The world is saved!
The bravery of one dog
saved the whole earth.
EVERYONE SHOUTS HOORAY!
Copyright © Croco-kid Carlson | Year Posted 2016
with the sun blazing hot
we set off in the car
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar
with a bit of a rush
we're at the seaside
where the air's fresh and clean
and there's donkeys to ride
on the large sandy beach
we've a perfect picnic
with the sun beating down
the time passes quick
with the sky turning grey
we expect it to rain
with haste we pack up
then we set off again
with the dusk drawing in
we are back from afar
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2015
Jump sniff chew scratch
dogs loved to be stroked on their backs
Run pant stretch bark
dogs love playing ball in the park
Digging holes with their clawed nails
Long ears and wagging tails
I love dogs
they are such fun
throw a stick and watch
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
Every Christmas I make my list, things I need, you get the gist
A computer, Xbox and an IPad too, a racing bike in shades of blue
A new football, a big green kite, some boxing gloves for my next big fight
Heaps of clothes- You know my style
What else- What else-Let me focus a while
Oh YES!! Those latest games just out
Will keep me amused -Without a doubt
A wide screen TV-Mum would love it
A theatre surround to complete the kit
That should keep me of the street
My fans would grow, wouldn't that be neat
But top of the list a dog to call friend
A friendship we'll build to last till the end
I'll call him Snoopy- He'll come to my call
We'll go the beach and hang at the Mall
Haven't asked for much I must confess
I'm one of those kids who settles for less
Now its up to the fat guy in his jolly red suit
I'll sit on his knee and care not a hoot
Of the sniggers and smirks from the big kids there
A conspiracy I'm sure - But I really don't care
Something worries me though- a niggling doubt
Heaven forbid Mum hears this came from my mouth
But is Santa all there? Can he hear alright
I show him my list, nothings wrong with his sight
He reads it out slowly then gives me a smile
Then we grin at the camera and I linger awhile
As I look down the line I see something's not right
There's woe begone expressions, anger and fright
This little dude screams he wont sit on his lap
His mother tries to get him to but he's a feisty young chap
Till Santa concedes and gives up his seat
Well I bow to the best cause that's no mean feat
There's tantrums galore and parents in a state
Now come along kids and just keep the faith
Is it something to do with that theory out there
That Santa's a fake but I really don't dare
To go down that road- There's too much at stake
There's things I need badly and I'm starting to quake.
I'll forgive him for last year when I asked for a dog
Got a mouse instead and a fat green frog
Why did he get it so wrong Mum? I asked in despair
She smiled at me sweetly as she patted her hair
Now there's only so much that sack can hold
And Santa knows best or so I've been told
You haven't been that good-Your list was too long
And please stop playing that same Christmas song
So Santa for this year my faith I will keep
I'll hang up my stocking and before I go to sleep
I'll put out your milk and some nice cookies too
Some carrots for your reindeer Rudolph, Dasher and crew
But promises broken are not very cool
Come Xmas with a No Show- I'll look like a fool
Please bring me my puppy or I'll give you the sack
I'll join the Non Believers and Never look back
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
Louis was a happy dog
until his neighbors moved away
and with them they took Spot, his friend
and he was lonely every day
puppy dog tears
puppy dog ears
then his masters got another dog
her name was Little May
She had so much energy
at first he didn’t want her to stay
any longer but—
more interesting either
but when he didn’t want to eat
or run or jump or even play
She begged him too, and when he did
she wiped his frown away
The best smile
a dog can have
came from Louis’ face
how wonderful, this friendship
(To Zoie. You asked me to write a poem about a lonely dog who finds a friend in a lively puppy. I love your sweet and quiet personality, and also how such happy poems make you smile! Love, Hannah)
Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016
Two ladies brought a dog home from the vet,
And told their Lucy mouse he was her pet.
The dog dragged food on floors throughout the house,
But did not see dear tiny Lucy mouse,
Who watched the dog and loved his romping play,
While biting shoes and chairs throughout the day.
The ladies of the house were not too glad,
And thought the happy dog was somewhat bad.
They pointed to his crate and in he went.
He thought that nap time always was well spent.
The dreams that lived inside his doggy head
Were sweeter still when laying in his bed.
Our Lucy mouse peeped out behind a crack
And saw her dog was snoring on his back.
His black wet nose was something new to munch
For hungry flies out looking for some lunch.
She raced out from her hole and to the crate
To save her dog before it was too late.
She scampered up his leg and to his ear,
Then down his snout just as the flies flew near.
She watched them as they circled round his snout,
Then took a mighty breath and blew it out,
Which threw the flies off course and out the door,
As Lucy gasped and tumbled to the floor.
Her little toe was bent a little bit,
But given all, she still was feeling fit.
She called out, “Dog, I love you best of all!”
And ran back to her hole within the wall.
The ladies called their dog and up he rose,
And never knew that Lucy saved his nose.
Copyright © linda von pfahl | Year Posted 2016
Too many big and small
It doesn't matter, I hate them all.
I hate when they run, I hate when they leap.
I hate when they frolic in their sleep.
I hate how much they love to cuddle.
Their love is never very subtle.
I hate when they lick away your tears.
And comfort you as you face your fears.
I hate when they tilt their head and stare,
And snip and chew, on your long hair.
I hate when they hunt and kill a bug,
And track their filth across the rug.
I hate when they jump on your private places,
Or hit the window with their faces.
I hate every, dog, except a dog named Red,
I still love him, even though he’s dead.
Copyright © Skye Robertson | Year Posted 2017
they take that walk
together they talk
its not sad or bad
to see the stroll
sometime after dark
watch dog roll log
the KIDS DAD AND THE PARK
AND THE DOG
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2015