Lyric Pets Poems

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Details | Lyric |
Maybe God wanted to paint 
this charming creature white;
but when about to finish, 
ran out of paint;
And the result—a pied beauty! 


Winner (5th Place), Picture Prompt Contest, sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver,
November 8, 2017.

Copyright © Ram R. V. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

                    How much is the cat in the window?
                   The one that’s standing up
                 How much is the cat in the window?
               I do hope that kitty is for sale

                 I don’t want a turtle or a snake
               I don’t want a bowl of fish or a guinea pig 
               I don’t want a cute rabbit or a bird
              You can’t give them things a hug

                 How much is the cat in the window?
               The one that’s standing up
                I have a slight problem at home
                And if I have a cat then maybe
                 the rat will  leave

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout

‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’

Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’

‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’

‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’

I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage

‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’

‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’

Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise

Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.

Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’

 Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan

Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’

Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
When I was a puppy
I used to run and play

15 years later
Now I sit and lay

I do not bark 
and I do not bite

I love going for walks
and I sleep all night

Take me for a ride
and I will sit and look

I only eat dog food
nothing from a cookbook

Buy me a leash
Buy me a toy

Give me some bones
and I will jump with joy

Copyright © David Materazzi | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
Some people need money,
 To make them feel at home.
But there's something in little Nala's eyes,
 That doesnt make me feel so alone.
Bright orange furr like a sunsets,
 Such warm welcomes in her grass- green eyes.
She's chubby and cute and adventurous,
 Without the flaws of hatred, mis-used skill, and lies.
She dont care what I wear, what I look like or what they think,
 As long as I keep her safe and warm from those cold city streets.
Some people choose their pet or so they believe,
 But I didn't choose Nala.
She Chose Me. <3

Copyright © Hannah Croy | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
On a rainy day, I decided to read in the hotel’s lobby
There, I found no one, but I heard deep breathes
I thought it was my imagination, so I sat on a cozy red chair as I began reading "War and 
But, the deep breathes did not stop, instead, it turned into heart breaking sobs
I looked around to see if there is someone sitting in the hotel's lobby with me...
But, there was nothing except for the drop drips across the window
Slowly, I stood up and walked towards the sound's source
Thus, my feet led me towards the hotel's main entrance
And there, I saw a dog sitting beside a black open umbrella...
I saw something dripping from the dog's face, but I was afraid to go closer to see if he is 
Gently, I crept, gently, I sat beside the dog...
I looked at him to see him sobbing, yet looking at something I couldn't see
Then, he lay on the ground next to me, as he tried to wipe his tears with my jeans
I caressed his head as I tried to help
I waited for a while as I watched the drip drop
The sun began to shine on the borders of the land
And the dog stopped sobbing for a while
He stood up and looked at me; trying to ask me to follow him
As I was standing up, he held the umbrella and gave it to me
He gently barked to tell me to put above our hands
And so, we ventured into the rainy day's display as the dog led the way
Five minutes walk was all it took, for we stopped in front of a hospital
Once more, the dog barked as he looked at the black umbrella in my hands
I lowered it to him to see what he wants
It was then that I understood the dog's sobs, for it was a devotion to his friendly owner
On the black umbrella was a small tag that read the owner's name; "Sam Mathews"
I went into the hospital to ask for him and the nurse led me to his room
There, beneath the white sheets, lay an old man with a smile on his face
When the dog saw him, he ran to hug the old man as he sobbed once more

I left the room, thinking of the old man's brief story of what had happened;
"On a rainy day, I wanted to take my dog for a walk; suddenly I felt pain in my heart as I 
blacked out
 Then, I opened my eyes to find myself lying in this bed with a nurse beside me
 I asked for my dog, but he was nowhere near
 I had this black umbrella in my hand, but it must have fallen, and my dog must have stayed 
beside it waiting   for me to come..."
That dog is a loyal friend, for he waited, without food and water
For his nearest moment to see his friend...

Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
The hallway
    became the perfect place
to rest inside her hiding space,
as daylight danced
through amber leaves 
into the tickled carpeting -
and on November's hottest day
Pure love found purring through a pane,
and climbed into her cardboard box -
to warm her
    and a pair of socks.

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain |
Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!

    My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to care,
   And his poor old baldy belly has got ‘flying-away’ hair.
   He quacks and he sneezes, and he dribbles ev’rywhere –
   It’s not pretty at all …

Calendar cats have immaculate hair.
It’s sleek and it’s clean – not a flea anywhere;
But they’re paper, not real-life – it’s true, and you can’t
Hear them PURRing at all …

    Bubble’s greedy and he’s lazy, and his fur gets up my nose.
    He gets it in my dinner and he gets it on my clothes.
    He isn’t too hygienic at all, BUT – he PURRs
    Like a pneumatic drill …

My Bubble does nothing, and he does it all day.
When he’s not on my lap, then he’s still in my way.
He sleeps in my garden, and dreams of the old
Days, - when HE had it all …

But calendar cats only hang on the wall,
And when you need a cuddle they’re no use at all …

So I’ll cuddle my Bubble ...
Yes, I’ll cuddle my Bubble …
And I won’t want a calendar pussy at all …
No, I won’t want a calendar cat 
At all!

This is a waltz (3/4) rhythm, and verses 2 and 4 are in double time (6/8)
Sadly, Bubble is no longer with us, but he did live to nearly 20!

Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
Grey slender  almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful   He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
	Into streaming metal garb ~ 
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
	But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is 

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006

Details | Lyric |
That's not my elephant!
My elephant is purple with black hair!
I use the bill of rights as an excuse for being such a tree hugger.
Before my elephant left she said, " Bye-bye loser" whatever that meant!
I'm furious beyond belief that my elephant, Emily, would leave.
She hasn't written to tell me she's alright.
Has she been murdered or even worse,
It's amazing.
After twenty months I still can't find you or your remains.
I held a funeral for you, in anticipation of your return.
My heart's broken beyond belief.
who are we talking about again?

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
The dogs can see the dreams like we,
They can get fright, their tales have power,
They want for spring, they want to free
Flirtation like a bloom of flower.
Expecting happiness of them
They want it so; they wish its glory,
They look in eyes with hope, oh, damn,
Outside’s bad weather, time to worry,
Don’t make them stay behind the door,
Just pet them in undying caress,
They want to ask themselves, what for?
They want some words without your malice.
They need some verse, some cradle songs
And love of yours in daily hurry,
Just love, don’t be like solid stones,
They wait, they want, be careful, body.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !

They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?

… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :

Bow-Wow!     Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!     Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!     Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…    … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
-	    to Bow-Wow
                    and it’s Alright Now

Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…

Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”

                    … Bow-Wow!
Bow-Wow!      Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!      Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!      Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…   … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
	     to Bow-Wow
                     and it’s Alright Now

Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”

… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love  to Hear ! …

Bow-Wow!      Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow!      Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow!      This is My Growler
                     Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !

                 Bow-Wow… Wuff  Wuff  Wuff

         Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
         And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
              This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
                         Hope You Enjoy It….


Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
It's all about decay,
from the teeth in your head
to your childhood bed
and how he used to look at you that way,
looks that too soon turned to pity,
Here kitty kitty
come sit on my lap,
veins like a map,
listen for the nocturnal intruder
scratching like a rat,
we hear him, me and the cat,
we imagine him chewing on 
the insulation of the wires,
envision the resulting fire,
and shudder at the thought of dying that way,
our nerves fray
the cat's claws pierce our paper-thin skin,
its protective barrier breaking down
and we look around
at the room choked with a lifetime's keepsakes
and wonder what difference it makes
and whether our passing will even be noted,
a life devoted
to idiotic mistakes,
for God's sake,
let somebody notice
before my body's become bloated,
let them come feed the cat,
he has been such a comfort as he cocks his ear
once more
to the scratching at the door,
our mysterious guest,
who affords us no rest,
my hands shake with fear and dismay,
because in the end, it's all about decay.

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
We take pictures of newborns
so we can see them grow
We take pictures of our families
and even people we don't know

We take pictures on our vacations
so we can show them to friends and families
We take pictures of our children
to look back at the memories

We take pictures of our cars
the ones that go really fast
We take pictures of our house
to show it in the past

We take pictures of our pets
as they run and play
We take pictures of everything
you can't take enough pictures one might say

Copyright © David Materazzi | Year Posted 2007

Details | Terza Rima |
Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies 
flying low on dogwood trees.

Mary and James chase 
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.

Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.

Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.   

Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.

Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.

Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |
My Ragdoll babies will soon be here
So tiny and fluffy as I know they will be
Their quite little voices you can hardly hear
Oh my goodness what sweet little dears

So playful, so funny, each capturing your heart
You will know in a moment you and your kitty will never part
Once you cradle this bundle of joy close to your breast
You will know you have chosen one of the best

Once it's rabbit like fur 
(As that of velvet)
Caresses your skin
You will feel the warmth
Of a deepen love began
Once maturity age they reach
When their laid back manner
Can only bring you peace
You will feel a fulfillment
Once where a vacancy may have been

For they will shelter you
And cherish your time
For they know your friendship is kind 

While quickly bonding  
You will know from deep within
You have met one of your lifetime friends
Go ahead give your heart a twirl
See for yourself
What magnificence there is in these little boys and girls

Buysellcommunity member ceecee 
Is where they can be seen 
A sight to brighten your day
If cat lovers you have chosen to be

Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
My neighbor has this one eyed squirrel,
for which he cares a lot.
I've told him jokingly in the past,
he'd do fine in my pot.

He never grins when he replies,
"Old one eye's in my care".
He's fed by hand and talked to,
they're really quite a pair.

Old one eye seems to understand,
when Jim, his name does call.
He'll make bark fly to get to him,
at times he's been known to fall.

This one eyed squirrel is oh so proud,
that nuts he will not eat.
Unless picked out and  fed by hand,
gently placed between his feet.

He knows that when his name is called,
a treat he's sure to get.
And in return all he must do,
is continue to be Jim's pet.

This squirrel is proud when visitors come,
for they get to see his show.
And when they leave, with belly full,
its up the tree he'll go.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
I'm tired, uninspired, nothing's fun anymore,
     sick of working so much and still being poor.
Christmas is coming and all I feel is dread.
     No sugarplum fairies dancing in this head.

Into my haven pure evil has snuck:
      someone came and killed my sweet pet ducks.
I hope you choke on their bones, you SOB,
      my heart is filled with hatred, your evil's infested me.
My pacifist husband has even bought a gun!
      He really wants to kill you, so you see how evil's won?
And now, and now, when I look at the lake,
      all I can feel is... a wrenching heartbreak.

The fish that we feed have become so tame,
       they are fooled by your lures; it's hardly fair game.
And WE are at fault for gaining their trust,
       God, we hate you "fishermen" with your sickening blood lust.

Anger and revenge have usurped our peace,
      I am
             just waiting for
                                   this crappy life to cease.

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
They all love me
They greet me each morning
They bear a happiness when hearing my voice
They sing for me with their quite little notes
They never hurt me
They never leave me alone
They respect me
They love my touch
They never show me anger
They never place anything before me
They let me rest when it is needed
They play with me when I have the time
They share smiles with me
They sometimes even stare far into my mind

Sometimes I have to wonder
Why can't people be as kind?

Copyright © Cecilia Patterson | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |
When your puppies were dying,
you didn't notice me crying.
I know they licked your face,
and did the things all puppies do,
Oh! Lord!
I cried for you!
Lord I cried for you.

But you got your laughs on the run
between the Y and a Cinnabon.
Puppies cry and so did I,
while you thought it was so much fun.

When your boyfriend was lying,
you didn't notice me crying.
I know it hurt you deep,
the way a love can always do,
Oh! Lord! 
I cried for you!
Lord I cried for you.

But you got your laughs on the run
between the Y and a Cinnabon.
Puppies cry and so did I,
while you thought it was so much fun.

Two stone puppies, they will never die,

Never will they die.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
It is sheer hyperbole
To call him so,
A creature much different 
From Van Winkle’s Wolf, 
Who would snarl at his own master.
Or the proverbial Marcus, 
Almost always sleepy.

Maybe a year old,
He is,
The softest canine 
I have ever come upon,
Of a creamy color,
Cherry-red nose,
And lips of the same shade—
Pleasing features, in short,
A cleanly creature
With a red collar that suggests
That he is my neighbor’s possession.

Anyway, always eager to please,
Even as I am easy to please:
His moan, his wag, 
His rock, and shake,
Even on the very first day
We met—
Love at first sight,
as it were.

But…the iron gate—
Always between him and me,
Strong, well-painted, accursed gate.
With of course gaps between the bars
For me to insert my fingers,
For him to sniff at them,
Grab them with his pearly teeth
Touch them with his tender paws.

But the iron gate—
That ironically reminds me
Of Frost's line:
Good fences make good neighbors!

--R. V., Ram

Copyright © Ram R. V. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
MISSSter Buttons, 
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-around mutt.

He loves to lick you in the face
He'll follow you to outer space
He'll bark at someone at the door
He'll mess the carpet or the floor, Oh!

MISSSter Buttons,
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-amuck mutt.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Does anybody want a treat?
Savory or bittersweet?
Come in from the street 
For something to eat
Does anybody want a treat.

Does anybody want to play?
And have a lot of fun today?
Fetch me a stick 
Or do me a trick
Does anybody want to play.

Does anybody want to run
Underneath the blazing sun?
Does anyone
Want to have fun
Does anybody want to run.

It's dark! Are we ready for bed?
Laid out on the bedspread!
Wearing a smile
And heaped in a pile
Is anyone ready for bed.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018

Details | Lyric |
My iguana bit my nose off in Muskogee
I'm ashamed I let myself run out of beer
If I'm caught driving sober to the grocery
They might deport my ass right out of here.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2017