Best Bloodhound Poems

Dawn breaks over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward upon the
ragged earth beneath, for I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task, scanning and searching
for that elusive scent that is in my wake.

Like a great detective, I will leave no...

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Death sniffs around
until it finds the heel
works its way up to the throat.
Leaves a wet spot-on happiness and hope.
Two big black snotty holes, 
(one from which you came}.
The other where everyone eventually goes.
Death, like a bloodhound nose....

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The Bloodhound. 

He’s coming, yes he’s coming I know he is
I can smell him I know I can, Oh that bad scent 
You’d think he’d stop rubbing himself in it. 
But I love him I love him I love him, he is my master
I getting...

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Morning has risen
the sky is showing off
a bit more enthusiasm than i
with my ears hanging 
off the edge of the bed
my worried look shows
through the wrinkles
slumped on my face

i know the routine
a quick kiss on the head
leaving me with the same stain
of faded pink lips...

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'Bloodhound',

Heartbroken eyes,

Wags furry empennage,

Raises hopeful household, perhaps,

Baffled.



*Traditional Cinquain
2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
First line - title, last line - connects title...

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The Bloodhound

I hate my job.
I am a work dog who can sniff out life and wrongdoing.
I nip at the tired heels in shackles.
I sniffed for the ensnarled and enslaved
on barren southern soil.
I sniff for vulnerable creatures.
My bark is a hoarse moan for blood, captivity and...

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I can't wait for the sun to set, but it's taking its sweet old time!
My master takes me hunting for raccoons after dark,
and I’m anxious to sniff out their trail.
A plethora of odors assault my sensitive nose 
confusing my brain,
but once I smell my master's...

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The blanket of darkness hides innocent eyes, powerful allies.
Powerful allies stand guard and set vigilance, musky sweat.
What goes unnoticed , with a strong will forms a pattern.
The groove is carved deeper into the path to follow a dear heart
and bring them back to safety.
Going unnoticed,...

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Bloodhound

Sad eyes

Wags his tail

A hopeful sign, perchance,

Confused.



*Modern Cinquain...

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Off course I avoid you.
Why would I want to be around a blood hound 
sniffing around - looking for faults.
I know what and where my faults are
because I keep slipping into the same ones.

You bloodhounds may have good sniffers
but the eyesight not so much...
or you...

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Proud of having in veins Anglo-Scottish blood,
hound is the suitable surname I have earned
for the tireless tracking instinct ingrained in me,
an exclusive pedigree of rare gene manifest in
razor-edge sharpness of a keen sense of smell,
captured by profuse olfactory receptors well.

Unleashed in countryside thicket in the...

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