Best Snuffling Poems
The Little Dog ( Scotty )
I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small
The human is a giant !
If I look straight ahead
I can only see the shins
And while the other two are off
Galloping and romping
I am trotting behind
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
I think the human is male
He must be
As I feel so drawn to it
And its kind hands
And kind eyes
He must be male
I am female
I know these things
I love to go out walking
The human he takes us all
All three !
I have to skip over boulders
Which to them are just pebbles
And sometimes all of them
Have to wait for me patiently
Little legs with little paws you see
I love them all
Especially the human
And especially when he feeds me
Even more when he tickles my tummy
Do you know he built a little house for me
Just for me
I curl up on pillows at night
Nice warm and cozy
So because I love him
And even though I am rather small
I growl and bark
When he needs protecting
And I can see him smiling
So I know I am being a good girl
The human has a “ H U G E ” kennel
So big a dog could get lost in
And when he returns from being gone
He always lets us in
But never up those little floors
Which go to the place he uses for sleeping
Never mind
I am content
Like the other two
To curl on the soft fluffy bit of the floor
And wait dozing
Occasionally sniffing about
The place food is kept in
Till the time comes
For us all to go out walking
And then I can barely contain myself
In jumps and circles
While the other two are whimpering and whining
Time for them to go off running, snuffling and playing
While behind I follow
Steadily trotting
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
Categories:
snuffling, funny, petsdog, dog, love,
Form:
Free verse
Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive. Scramble bustle earth's
ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony
Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.
See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast
Great city, your hecatombs
Of underground trains
Roar scream in
Hodge-podge graffiti attire
Fat fuming brattling buses
Grunt their huffpuffs,
And nervous cars scissorcut
Impatiently betwixt tarred and
Cemented streets
August and capacious
Ferruminated grey glass and steel
Towers--Aeeries in obeisance to the
Heavens, erupt in anabasis at the azure
Pearly welkin,
Humming diapasons of marvelous
Melismatic tunes
A gallimaufry of cacaphony and
Sweet sounds--the
Great Metropolis persistently
Thrives.
Streets adorned with sylph fashion
Models, conute churls, street
recrement--dazed and forgotten men,
Enticing shuck and jive
Blandishing street vendors,
Natty brujo business gentry
With their helotry on a
Ferris wheel of daily
Triumphs and defeats and
Cheeky mendicants
Shuffle along allegro vivace
Howling chorus songs amidst a
Torrent of raining dollars and
Coins floating in the skies over
The brazen metropolis.
Snuffling restaurants like hives
Humbuzz the grandiloquence,
Pithy slang and sententious
Persiflage of the day.
A truly syncratic parley
Of passions sentient
Of crimes basilic
Of arts sacerdotal and gratuitous
Of fashions arabesque and outre
Of plays frivolous and profound
Of music sericeous and truculent
Of money pursuits solonic
Of loves ascendant and descentdant
Of rejections mournful and joyous
An e'er persisting cha-cha-cha and
Boogie-woogie of the fierce
Bustling bubbling bold city,
Pendulumming pandaemoniums and
Resolutions, day
Upon pertinatious day.
David John Hart 2003 USA
Categories:
snuffling, adventure,
Form:
Blank verse
Also known as a furze-pig, urchin or hedgepig
Your collective name is an array or prickle – how apt!
To me you are one of the cutest animals in the land
Born blind but soon you open beady black eyes
Your little snout pokes out and helps you forage
You love to eat worms, caterpillars and snails
Sometimes a tasty frog, baby bird or eggs
Your body is covered in defensive prickly spines
These are prone to fleas, oh that would make me itch!
Curling into a ball at the first sign of danger
Badgers, foxes and owls are your main predators
How I love the autumn, I find you nestled in the hedgerows
You sleep until you come out to play at night
Sometimes I wish I was like you and could hibernate
Sleep though the cold dull dreary dark winter days
You communicate by squealing, grunting and snuffling …
(I wonder… are all hedgehogs male!)
Sadly you are not very adept at crossing the road
I often see you as road kill and that makes me sad
09~29~14
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
~awarded 3rd Place ~
Categories:
snuffling, animal, nature, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Ashes waft over the meadow
a jet stream of sorrow,
beckoning the widow to the
edge, down to the river.
Contented epoch, at the
creek where the wolves run,
he lived and laughed.
We watched the bright blue
stars foxtrot across the milky
way, a midnight indigo quilt
shivering with light.
Mountain men whose
toughened hands cradle their
violin and mouth harp. Music
soared amidst craggy
chiseled countenance.
We listened to the chaste
screech of a hawk, the forlorn
cry of a mountain cat,
soft snuffling of a bear,
watery splash of a fish.
You and I waltzed in the
meadow; no music needed
other than the love song that
pulsed in our hearts.
Can I have this dance for
the rest of my life?
Together it seemed so…
right,
wrong,
simple,
eternal,
joyful,
lonely,
sad…
...happily ever after?
No.
Time enough for us to love,
laugh, share, be silly, fight,
forgive, and cry?
To seethe and despair?
Yes.
Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets
Categories:
snuffling, grief, loneliness, longing, lost
Form:
Free verse
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brighter things in life
bioluminescence
woodlands singing
moonbeams dancing
clouds conducting rhythm
hedgehogs snuffling worms
the early bird sings
seagulls tap dancing
worms for breakfast
did you see
penguins flying over Wales
April fool
children having fun
hunting Easter eggs... their joy
bunnies job well done
rivers flooding
April showers... no... torrents
summer biding time
winter grey... its spring
fauna... flora.. begging
time waits for no man
moving on...
the North Atlantic
icebergs do
desert penguins
remember this very day
April fool
rapids frothing
dippers diving seeking food
lambs bleat for ewes
crazy moments
mom... mom... there's a ufo
one day of summer
looking
over shoulder
spring... just checking
~~~~~~
Categories:
snuffling, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The snot monster’s got me
He’s inside my head
I shouldn’t be working
But home in my bed
I’m sniffing and snuffling
And blowing my nose
I’m trying to hang on
Till the snot monster goes
The snot monster’s got me
I’m feeling so grotty
It’s hard doing work
When you’re bunged up and snotty
As I sit here and cough
And I shiver and shake
I am wondering just
How much more I can take
The aches are subsiding
The coughing has eased
I was getting quite miffed
About being teased
Remarks about man flu
Drove me round the bend
So I’m pleased to announce
I’ve infected my friend
Categories:
snuffling, funny, health
Form:
Light Verse
Blurred balls
Crickets creaping
Sky shivering
Traffic of snores snuffling
Melodrama of illogical drowsy dirging.
Categories:
snuffling, nature,
Form:
A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with
Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up
With puffy cheeks and silky lips
Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation
As lazy sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores
And suckled joy.
Categories:
snuffling, baby, birth, child, joy,
Form:
Free verse
Snuffling for truffles
Scenting morsels of delight
Delirious swine
Drowning in the oyster beds
Drunk on mysterious wine
by Gail
Categories:
snuffling, animal, bible, death, metaphor,
Form:
Tanka
What struck you first
was the smell of caged animals
rank with boredom and rage.
Lions with matted fur pacing restlessly
dreaming of antelopes on the hot savanna plain
Elephants ponderously swinging their trunks,
snuffling up stray peanuts thrown
by bored, sticky children.
The teams of acrobats in the Big Tent
strutting defiantly to their ropes and swings
knowing that a dark part of their audience's minds
secretly wishes that they would fall.
The brash and pitiless Midway
where barkers yelled at you to play a game
and made no secret what they thought of you:
RUBE.
I'll miss it when it's gone.
Categories:
snuffling, animal, farewell, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Cautious spirits test the waters of my world
and call to me....then go away.
Perhaps they are perfecting
inter-mind devices, just like
psychic Edisons, Marconi's revenant
in breakthrough just for me, or else perhaps
celestial wallflowers, much too diffident
to follow up my name with headlines
from beyond the grave.
Am I their snuffling guinea pig?---
their crude receptor in this mass of flesh
that yearns for finely-tuned antennae
(please God, invisible,)
and color pictures if one may,
upon my mental screen?
No, I am most content
upon this cautious course,
though I know not the hazards
of its path, the travelers, or the design,
nor may I fine their metaphysical intent.
The reader knows, I speak with some regret.
for there are those who will decide
that I bear watching, lest my touch
upon their world begin to fade too much,
that I be too entranced of waves
they cannot... will not see.
Though I may somewhat fear the world
beyond white doors, I still invite
my curtained friends to part the night
with energy no instrument that science met
may sense just yet--no no, not yet.
~
Categories:
snuffling, faith, may,
Form:
Free verse
A brine-eyed dog struts through my yard
Snuffling the pavement cracks
Its partner circles under guard
Behind its owners' absent backs
Categories:
snuffling, adventure, animal, dog, freedom,
Form:
Verse
Glistening crystal drops fall slowly down her face. They hypnotize,
They mesmerize. Slipping one by one onto her silken robe, she stands by the curtained
window, watching the drifting snow. Back perfectly straight, not a sound from her lovely
throat. Perhaps she has lost her man, her finances have crumbled..her soul bereft.
I’ve always wanted to cry like that. Having reasons to explore this condition lately, I’m
wondering if I might have a genetic defect. My tears don’t slowly slide, leaving a trail of
beauty. They roll down the back of my throat, causing sniffling, snuffling, and for want of a
better word, snot, to run from my nose. Red faced, swollen, heaving, wads of wet Kleenex at
my feet.
Well, I can’t skip rocks and I can’t be lovely when I cry. but oh, my dear I make a terrific
blueberry pie.
Categories:
snuffling, funny, sad
Form:
Free verse
Night creature
Forsaken
Slithering
Unperceived
Charging through
Machinelike
Stealth engine
Frozen breath
Smoldering
Steely eyes
Dark life form
Growing near
Fire spitting
Dragon breath
Snuffling prey
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted for contest PIC MOTIFS NO.2 sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - November 14, 2017
Categories:
snuffling, dark, death, fantasy, horror,
Form:
Verse
If you love your brothers,
You will bring them to their knees.
See how they live,
How shamelessly their women dress and behave.
This life is the one they treasure,
Pigs at the trough of pleasure.
Blast them to Hell
And your Kingdom will come.
When you maim their bodies,
You burn their souls.
You are in your prime and will never know
The indignities of disease or old age.
Once you flip the switch,
You will feel no pain,
Only the ecstasy of being borne aloft
By the angelic houris who will serve you
So that your cup of pleasure overflows
For eternity,
Their blind souls wandering in torment,
Snuffling in vain for their earthly truffles.
You are not doing this for yourselves
But for the love of Allah.May He reward you.
Categories:
snuffling, death, faith, happiness, passion,
Form:
Free verse