Best Retriever Poems
Oh this dog I see,
So small and blonde,
Reminiscent of a boy long gone,
So eager to please,
And happy all the time,
Cute and lovable,
And then they start to grow,
Cute puppy becomes big dog,
Little boy becomes big man,
Cute to cute,
Cute to homely,
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes,
This puppy dog grew up,
Into a beautiful young dog,
But the boy, hardly grew up at all,
Did he?
Only a shade of cuteness,
Long gone and past by the boy,
He is a man now he is grown,
But in mind is he not still,
That little boy who wished only,
To please, and be loved unconditionally?
Does he not deserve the love,
That the little puppy dog gets,
Even now he’s a big doggy lad?
Categories:
retriever, animals, childhood, pets, dog,
Form:
Free verse
Almost two weeks since I closed your weary eyes,
some say dogs don’t go to Heaven, but I’m a believer-
Deep in my heart I’d have to say that phrase never applies,
when you’ve lost the mighty heart of a Golden Retriever.
October 28, 2016
Categories:
retriever, death of a friend,
Form:
Rhyme
To My Favorite Golden Retriever Bo
(I adopted my sister's doggie after she died)
You're beautiful golden hair,
With a splash of gray on your face,
And so what if your fur,
Is all over the damn place.
If you gave me your coat,
I'd make it into a blanket.
I'd stay warm all night,
Without you I couldn't make it.
When your first mommy died,
You had crazy distractions,
For you lost your soul mate,
And you needed a connection.
So I swept you in my arms,
And gave you a warm bed.
We welcomed you with hugs,
As I slowly rubbed your head.
So my little family of four,
Turned to five overnight,
Oh how I prayed you'd love us,
And take away your fright.
Yesterday the vet came,
Your body is full of cancer,
It was all so very sudden,
I had questions needing answers.
So tonight you're here in my arms,
As I gently rub your ear,
And I think about you leaving me,
As I gently wipe a tear.
How will I know,
When it's the right time?
Time to make that terrible decision,
For you to close your eyes.
Your beautiful golden hair,
With a splash of gray on your face,
My love for you soars,
Right through time and space.
Categories:
retriever, animal, conflict, dog, emotions,
Form:
Lyric
Lassie, the golden retriever was
a beautiful dog with a rich, shaggy coat,
and two gorgeous brown eyes;
thirty long years have passed,
and that name still echoes with hurt:
remembering the fun times we had!
Deep into the back-woods, a kind of wilderness,
she would ran off and sometimes get lost;
I'd call her and she would answer with a bark...
Lassie found a strayed puppy who needed milk,
and right there she fed him with her motherly tenderness:
how cute was the hungry puppy suckling without haste!
Lassie, lovable, Lassie slip off the leash and run off to chase
after the timid and slender squirrels that love to climb
in the dogwood tree, which I planted four decades ago!
Lassie, adorable, Lassie lead me to the narrow and dusty lane,
where we both find a fragrant apple tree,very green but low...
to rest in its soothing shade as summer delights us with its sound!
Dogs have short lives, mine seems very long, and I immensely regret
to have taken you to the animal shelter by those dark rail-road tracks...
by whisking you away in a bright-yellow cab,
so that they could find you the nicest place to stay...
because the land-lady, with a German accent, stated," No pets allowed!"
And that happened when I moved to a small apartment in Ozone Park by mid-May!
Lassie, faithful and loving dog, your pictures proudly hang
on every wall, refusing to let that memory vanish from inside,
always cherishing the sweetness of you: my most loyal friend;
and I still can remember those younger days as dashing as sunlight!
Come, Lassie...let me snuggle you and make believe yesterday never came;
I would rather recall the happy past...than constantly linger on blame!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
retriever, childhood, forgiveness, pets, sadme,
Form:
Sestina
My goddaughter searched
A sight on line found
Puppies from a farm
A short drive away
The puppies lined up
To see what to choose
Two females one male
A hard choice to make
She chose the male dog
My goddaughter has
One female and male cat
When they met the dog
The female greeted
The male ran upstairs
He was so angry
He hid in the room
His feelings hurt
The puppy was there
A puppy to to stay
Categories:
retriever, baby, cat, dog,
Form:
Narrative
Fiona, fair beauty, fleet footed and fancy free,
Flits over the field,
Full of life and fun, a joy to see.
She’s my Bonnie canine, sweet and good,
Loving and loyal, a regal golden,
Her tail held high, 'til coursing the woods.
Wild is my Heather as her namesake flower on the hill,
Pursuing bunnies, squirrels and birds,
Though only for the chase’s thrill.
Nairne, in Gaelic means “dweller by the narrow river glen,”
Which is she, when resting from her adventures now and then.
Oh, Fi, my darling girl,
How you’ve blessed my life and set it in a whirl!
MRT/4-27-10
Categories:
retriever, best friend, dog, eulogy,
Form:
Sonnet
Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree and even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball, got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog, a loyal, patient friend.
Prince often came to play with us, he wagged his tail and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene and Prince was not amused.
They postured and they sniffed each other, a dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set as Prince and dog fought on.
Smokey heard our frantic cries and raced onto the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth and muscles big and stocky;
But Smokey feared him not and leaped and rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep with teeth he grabbed his neck.
The big dog took off down the street with Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well, they soon were out of sight.
We worried that he might get hurt in yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon the hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say, 'he won't be back today."
Categories:
retriever, cat, childhood,
Form:
Quatrain
SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER
Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."
Judy Ball
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011
Categories:
retriever, animals, childhood, dedication, life,
Form:
Quatrain
Sad Shiloh trots nervously across the frozen ground,
Hesitantly, then decidedly, sidling up to a new lady.
At long last has he a loving mistress found?
Will she rescue him from this place, so penned in and shady?
This golden canine, with body thin and coat lackluster,
Places his heart in her hand,
Hoping she’ll see the unrequited love he offers
As his glowing eyes implore her to understand.
She cannot turn away,
And her golden girl needs a brother,
So she promises with her he’ll stay,
That she’ll bless him with the love of a true mother.
Slowly, Shiloh sheds his sadness and learns to play,
His coat, now shiny, grows over healing sores.
He flourishes in mind and body each day.
Shiloh’s eager to please, but there is something more.
The lady realizes Shiloh cannot clearly see,
That’s why he bumps into things and misses in fetch games.
Her tender heart vows to accept what will be,
For Shiloh’s love has rescued her and her golden girl, the same.
Categories:
retriever, dog, eulogy, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Sonnet
Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend.
Prince often came to play with us.
He wagged his tail and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused.
They postured and they sniffed each other.
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and Dog fought on.
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced onto the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles, big and stocky;
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck.
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight.
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
'He won't be back today."
Categories:
retriever, childhood, pets,
Form:
Quatrain
Sadly our Golden is nearing the end
But still has a bunch more loving to give
Amazing how they win you over
In the heart where everybody lives
Fifteen years of warmth and sunshine
Miss Golden you have turned my crank
Sure wish you could live forever
But in reality we have much to thank
Sadly our Golden is nearing the end
She's hanging on for our benefit not hers
We should let her go with dignity
And bequeath her charms to her heirs
Categories:
retriever, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
1. My adorable Golden Retriever puppy
2. Naps in between meals
3. He says, “feed me those darn treats!”
4. Captain of our home
5. Shhh...gentle he's a baby...
6. Tears caught by sloppy kisses
7. Way too brave for his britches!
8. Couldn’t ask for a better dog
OTTOANKA CHALLENGE Poetry Contest
March 8, 2019
Categories:
retriever, dog,
Form:
Tanka
A day before our getaway to Miami
We got out the blue suitcase
And as it sat in our bedroom
Getting ready for spring break
Our golden retriever
Ever vigilante
Would not leave its side
Day or night
To go outside eat or drink
No
He could not risk being left behind
Thought it was summer
Going to the lake.
Categories:
retriever, spring, vacation,
Form:
Free verse
My son brought a one-year-old dog. He called her Jin, a golden retriever
My wife and I didn't like the pet animals
But we were accustomed to looking after it
She came near me when my son was out. I touched her with a little doubt She behaved very well with a bark. I kept her in the kennel in the dark
Likewise, She reigned as a ruler in the home Her tail looked like a bundle of foam. She attracted the children by her fluffy hair. Her friendly tone mingled in the air.
I am always moved by her wagged tail
And she became a part of our lives Now-a-days she never goes out lonely. She was accompanied by me only.
Categories:
retriever, 6th grade, pets,
Form:
Free verse
Golden retriever mama has her paws full with her six.
Without throwing in her own five pups into the mix.
Aren’t those kittens? Someone asks with surprise.
Yes, mama takes care of them all, she is the ultimate prize.
They roam around her like they think she is their mom someone said.
Because they do, agreed another. They have imprinted said Red.
She takes care of them, as if they are her own said the farm hand.
She is the leader of the show, the mama, the leader of the entire band.
Categories:
retriever, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Quatrain