Dog Acrostic Poems | Examples
These Dog Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about Dog. These are the best examples of Acrostic Dog poems written by international poets.
Planting a seed of deceit to escape the blame,
Even the blind could see the trick in that dance.
Tangled deep in the web of truth-coloured falsehoods,
Dodgy as a broken glass that reflects beauty.
Only the trueness of its heart sees clear the truth~
Giving its forked tongue some time to rue its regret.
Care nor love enough to make a pet dog a pet.
Attention to fakeness won't turn it to truth.
Nothing but pure honesty makes truth a belief~
That deceit has only a few nights of good rest,
Before the truth shatters it into smithereens,
Ensuring lies don’t last beyond dawn’s first crow.
Only truth-coated innuendoes could fool so much,
Unless the ears that hear are clogged with thick wax~
Rolling out deceit as though not meant to deceive;
Pretending it wasn’t intended to sound absurd,
Ensuring that its belief was clouded by lies,
That made a lifeless toy believe it was a pet.
D-ocile companion, ever by the master’s side.
O-bligingly and faithfully to his commands, abide.
G-uards home from rodents and rowdies, master’s pride!
"Pollyanna" is spoiled rotten by the
Entire family; a corgi rewarded with
Treats for being a good doggie. Woof!
Precious dog, hamster or cat;
Even Michael Jackson’s “Ben,” a rat!
Tarantula too? Imagine that.
Don’t ever doubt their unwavering loyalty,
Omnipresent in their prolific pedigree,
Gifted with smell sensors acting sharply.
Duty incarnate, with muddy paws.
Oaths sworn in slobber, not language.
Guardian of joy, even when joy forgets itself.
A* To the lion the (AMAZING) crown of the jungle
E* And to the monkey all ( ENDLESS) cunning
I* The cat is (Intriguing), the subtlety
O* (Observe) the dog, faithful friend
U* A man... an (UNFAITHFUL) being..!
Sunlight dictates our days somehow
Evenings speak of duvets now
People begin to cough or sneeze
Trees start to dread each single breeze
E-type says there’s nowhere to park
Mornings complain about the dark
Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked
English sheepdog begs for a stick
Radio talks of candidates
Fake news drowns out any debate
Autumn colours each working day
Leaves demand to be swept away
Last week’s paper knew it was true
September would remember you.
My Special Poet Poetry Contest- Tom Woody
This poem is dedicated to Speaks Volumes, PS Poet.
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Quote: I know there is a place for me in this world, as I am needed. – Speaks Volumes (Wendy Horder)
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She is lover of family, sharp in thinking new
Perhaps a bit sharp in words, unmerciful too
Even before you think that you do know her well
All about your heart is calculated by her still
Knowing world better, her fact-finder job was swell
She is spirited, pious, lively & rhymes well
Vigor, value, family & friends she admires
Oblivious to concerns of health, she inspires
Little does she fear, stubborn doter, dog lover
Ultimate love is her quality gem, artless dear
More than anything else she adores poetry
Engrosses in shape-poetry & mystery
She loves humor, wit, wisdom, above all her country.
Niceness with love added
excited about you
wants to wear your skin
provides pleasure
under your feet, inside your legs
playful disposition
powerful biting jaws
you will be worn out soon but in a good way
Well come on in, I'll bolt the door,
Excuse the dog mess, on the floor,
Let's get this one bar fire to roar,
Coffee's still warm, so I'll just pour,
Oat meal biscuits? go on take four,
Money troubles? heard it before,
Eight hundred a month and it's yours,
Down payment cash, the room's secured...
Big yellow buses, on days when it rains,
Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains,
Long summer evenings, with walks in the park,
Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark,
Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone,
Nice to be back, always glad to be home.
Slowly moving, so eloquently in black and white
Killing the verve; in the cool, still fall night
Unique with a foul stench
No K-9 warning labels
Kindness requires; bathing you, in the blood of a thousand tomatoes
August morphs into a hot, humid sauna,
Ushering in the dog days of Summer's end.
Gladiolus, little swords, sway in the breeze,
Under the mid-day heat of a blazing sun.
Soon, the treetops will start flaunting Fall colors,
Transforming green into scarlet and orange.
My faithful loyal friend
You'll be there till the end
Delightful, darling, cuddly
Outstanding dear Bufuggly
Good boy are you to me
(Written just for fun of course)