Best Puppy Poems
Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached the top most part of a summit
Only to fall
Back down
Broken into pieces
With deep scars
And loose bolts
And, to my horror,
Realized that I had lost a part of me
A part which I needed most
To fit in society
To cater for myself
And to tend to life as well!
Why, at that time,
I had been running after looks
After the impulses of desires
And I had wanted
To fill up an empty space in my heart
Void and vacant, it had hurt so much!
Pray, now that I've matured
And now that I can claim to know love
Love which is so sweet
That it makes me smile at all times
Love which is so melting
That it has become not only my fort
But also my support
My strength
My cause
And of course, my sole purpose in life
Love, have I come to know
Love, runs not after that which is transient
Love, when it is genuine and mature
Caters for the blooming of both the lover and the beloved
Love allows space, makes dreams come true
And even gives way to opportunities
Love, of such kind, I have grown addicted to
For love, of such kind, allows me to retain my individuality
Respects me and has been steadily sewing up
That which has been torn in me
Pray, puppy love is just for social acceptance
Puppy love is just for a show off
To seem glamourous
And to make others envious
But love, true and genuine
Remains discrete
But reveals itself, bared, naked, disrobed and flaming
In between closed walls!
Yes, love, when made of maturity
Remains as a shadow
But becomes the main propelling force!
Just a regular curbside puddle,
It really wasn't that big.
But it had the look of an ocean,
To a sweet little puppy named 'Pig.'
"Your paws might touch the water,
No chances that you will drown."
Pig looked at his master- all crazy,
And was frozen like ice to the ground.
"It's only a wee-bit of a puddle,
You'll easily make the grade."
But Pig wasn't ready to listen,
He stood there and was very afraid.
On a leash Pig's brand new owner,
Tried in vain to nicely persuade.
But Pig just wouldn't listen,
To pleas that his new person made.
Again -"it's only a little puddle,
You really won't get very wet.
You could see Pig was thinking,
"Wets wet! And I'm not ready yet."
"But the water is only a trickle,
If you try you'll see you can wade."
No matter all the sweet talking,
That pup just couldn't be swayed.
The pup felt a tug on the leash,
The water was coming too near.
So Pig started his squealing,
And squealing was all you could hear.
Discouraged -his person relented,
And lifted the scaredy-cat Pup.
He bypassed the wee little puddle,
And lost, by picking Pig up.
I wanted the end to be funny,
With a moral to find I could spin.
Yep, a guy with a pup he'd name 'Pig,'
Has a pup that is smarter than him.
Puppy's pleading and glum glimmering eyes,
Little white teeth trying to stop the one who's leaving,
But who's going to tell the one who's leaving that without him the world is less,
Less colours,
Less laughter,
Less smiles,
Less shine,
Only a dull and grey world.
The puppy held on to the man’s leg with all his strength,
The man kept his distance and the pup at length.
The pup cried, the agony of its voice
Cannot change the man's choice
Of leaving
And deceiving
The poor pup
And
The poor puppy love.
My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.
You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.
He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.
My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.
I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2012
How could I not forgive you?
Just one look at your puppy dog eyes
Thaws the heart of this ice maiden
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Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”
Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive
So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …
When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.
So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!
The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -
(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?
My cute little puppy,
let us go riding in my doll buggy,
let us go riding in my doll buggy.
My cute little puppy,
I am so very lucky,
I am so very lucky,
We can go out and play,
it is a beautiful day,
it is a beautiful day.
We can go out and play,
pretty blue skies no gray,
pretty blue skies no gray.
My little cute puppy is here to stay,
that makes me happy~hooray,
hooray~hooray.
A love so vast,
One that will last.
A bond like ours,
has a love that is vast.
No matter what things,
that we may go through.
I know you were meant
for me, and I for you.
My sincere apologies,
for anything I may have said.
WE should be more careful,
of where our words tread.
I'll never make an excuse,
for the things I've done.
I just hope you love me
enough NOT to run.
Just know this one thing,
I love everything about you.
And always will no matter what,
you may ever say or do.
That doesn't mean that,
I'll let you walk all over me.
Sometimes love isn't enough,
And one day, this you will see.
I love you with all my heart,
but I won't allow your disrespect.
When you're all alone, with no one around,
I'm sure you'll see, you're not so perfect.
Licky butt, oh, licky butt
Lick your bum my lovely puppy
Gonna feed you a dead guppy
It's belly up
So feed it to the pup.
Soft and soothing, sometimes silent
When hurts come to visit, there
Beneath the struggles, he calms and heals
Reminds the spirit that, despite
The darkness, light is coming, hope
Remains, a constant friend to the one
Who listens to the tender touch
Feels the cold nose and smooth fur,
Erasing the doubt, the dread, the doom
Reassuring the spirit that there is room
For this inspiring light, lifting as the sun
Inspiring the joy inside the one who knows
This is love, beyond speaking of –
Love like the music of his bouncing
Vigorously springing to life…
When I’m home from a day when he
Is out of reach, here at home
Where he remains, waiting, anticipating
The arrival of his master, his king…
The one, who to him, has angel’s wings
Gentle as the lamb and warm as the welcome
He gives to his owner, his joy, his happiness
The one he runs to meet, excited like he’s seeing
Royalty, a star – the most important one of them all…
He runs to meet me like he can’t believe
I’m finally here, finally near, where he can see
That I’m willing to stroke his ears, whispering sweetness
Through his dreams, his tender dreams…
Like the doting love that he bestows on me,
There is a great joy in knowing he sees in me
Things I could never see… a angel,
A leader, a friend that will forever be…
His world, his light, his day after night
For him, there is no doubt – there is a love
That falls all around, silencing the dark
Sparking hope and thoughts
So amazing, like his praising look into my eyes…
Where I see that he believes he’s found
Love far more beautiful than any love around
In me, I believe – he sees a reason to be…
The reflection of a heart who knows
Only love given without any conditions
Is love that is worthy of his enthusiastic licking,
His tail’s brisk wiggling – his gift of twitching
When his heart’s greatest wish has finally come true
Because his true love has finally arrived
Home, home – home – where he has survived
Another long stretch without the delight of his life!
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Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Dog
February 7, 2023
Her name was Sweet Puppy if it be known.
Her building had been invaded by fire and strange men.
Animals inherently know God's love and don't have to be shown.
They are God's creations and will never know sin.
Sweet Puppy would not leave her own little brood.
Even though the fire kept getting dangerously close.
God had provided her with an instinct to protect and so she stood.
Finally here came one of those strange men with a hose.
He lifted her and her puppies to a safe place.
And moved on his way to help get this fire put out.
Finally when everyone had stopped this frantic race.
Sweet Puppy went and thanked this wonderful man for this saving bout.
She couldn't tell him with words of thanks and praise how she felt
She could only lick the black smoke and sweat from his brow.
With complete understanding as we see her reaction our hearts melt.
Her actions make us realize the wondrous things that God can allow.
* For Joyce Johnson's contest "Doggy Gratitude"
The first, they say, is "puppy love",
You can't be certain how you feel.
How can a heart as young as yours
Decide if what it feels is real?
A heart can age but not grow wise;
Wisdom may not come with years.
And where's the proof that older eyes
Cry more or even wetter tears?
Age shouldn't dictate when you love,
Just trust your heart to lead the way,
And leave it up to love to prove
That it won't lead you far astray.
Love can be real and no less pure,
Even if it has no past.
Each time I fall in love I'm sure
It's for the first time and the last.
Quote By Poet "Puppies and kittens are what little kids dreams are made of."
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
It's time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
He stares at me with big brown eyes,
Causing me to think of stars in the skies.
He touches my hand with a cold nose,
Reminding me of how gently he goes.
He licks his chops whenever I eat,
Letting me know he’s there at my feet.
He always gets a few tidbits of my meal,
A little gift that lets him know how I feel.
He waits at the front door for me to pull up,
Always excited beyond any other pup.
He jumps up and down, pouncing for joy,
Showing his love as I smile, “that a boy”.
He runs like wildfire after a tennis ball,
Bringing it back to me at an indifferent crawl.
He barks at the tv and howls at the vet,
Giving me pleasure unlike any other pet.
He is a canine who has become a best friend.
There isn’t a doubt he’ll be with me til’ the end.
He creates a powerful pleasure within me,
Something no one or nothing else can free.
He may be a dog, but I think of him so dearly,
There is nothing to describe him very clearly.
He is a blessing, a wonder and a true prize,
Where would I be without the love in his eyes?
Jazz was born beneath a heap of rubble,
An abandoned stray, her life was a poem
The more she shivered, slunk and tried to hide
The more she appealed to my rescuing side.
It took lots of convincing to bring her home.
She was certainly worth all of the trouble.