Dogs Couplet Poems | Examples
These Dogs Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Dogs. These are the best examples of Couplet Dogs poems written by international poets.
I sit in the sun like a satisfied fat cat
dogs hide under the slide with a ball and a bat
they have fur coats, my husband says in their defense
we are all sleeping heartily, none of us tense
Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.
We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.
Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.
Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.
Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.
Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.
Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.
This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.
TAXING THOUGHTS
Let us hide behind a litany of lunacy
Of gods and Gods, prophets and profits
Does it do any good to feed the hungry
When we are the cause of the hunger
To take money from those who work
And give it to those who can’t or won’t
Do the presidents dogs really need SS protection
More than his garage door needs a lock
Why does the Red hat of the toreador
Arouse such venom in the capeless
Must I give up my right to be me
So that you can exercise your right to be you
Must I turn away
Lest my eyes offend you
Silence my laughter
To sooth your self-centeredness
Must I teach my children and grandchildren
That they are less than because of who they are
Let us hide behind a plethora of flags
And mock the one allowing them to fly
Oh ewe, oh ewe, dear don't you run away
I've come to play ‘Ba Ba’ with you, so will you stay?
I'm not going to shear you like I did before
I've left shearing tool behind 'cause my hands are sore
It's a beautiful day, and Uncle Sun is out
The bad wolf will not come hunting, we have dog scouts
We can play with the rams too, but beware of them
They have lusty designs on you and every femme
The stupid rams are so vain and proud of their horns
We'll send them, and dogs, chasing wolves into bush thorns
We'll dance all day to 'Old MacDonald Had a Farm...'
Evening we'll have fresh hay, blanket to keep us warm
Night we'll play 'Ba Ba Black Sheep Have You Any Wool'
When you're tired and drowsy, I'll shear you with my tool
Job done, I'll tuck you in, and put the wool away
‘Morrow, light and sprightly, you'll again want to play
I let my dogs out at midnight,
And sat down to write.
There was an explosion outside,
And my dogs tried to hide.
They hit the back door raising a fuss.
"Mom! Let us in! They're shooting at us!"
I opened the door, saw their reason for fear.
The town shot off fire works to encourage good cheer.
They lit up the sky as I watched from my deck,
With my dogs close beside me craning their necks.
As a rainbow of color filled up the air,
I said "Don't be afraid boys. Happy New Year.
10/31/2023
Furry, bouncy, fun, they will adore you forever.
You walk them in the day, such furry treasures.
When you return from work, it’s great fun.
Up to the door they greet you, at a fast paced run.
Do you like dogs as much as I?
They make you smile sky high!
Check me out, in the sun, on my paddle board
Far more delightful than Swedish Smorgasbord.
Off to that azure, wavy Ocean we go
Check out my groovy, hip, sunglasses ‘bro!
My delighted owner, proud of me as he can be.
To see a brave dog, unafraid, lovin sun and sea!
7/28/2023
Like burnt-out logs on ice-cold firedogs nudge,
emotions crumble at tentative touch.
In Iambic Pentameter: Stressed syllables are in bold.
Chicago now has cause to cheer
The Cubs are winning games this year
I've checked things out and found
when the moon is up, the sun is down
Large gray clouds do contain
snow, if cold; if warm, rain
Birds keep chirping, cats still meow
Cows graze and moo, dogs bark - bow-wow
Who understands God's mysterious ways
The Cubs are winning ~ we cheer, amazed
Once upon a time there was a young girl,
who loved books where words would whirl, swirl and twirl.
It all began when she was just tiny,
just a baby and life was sunshiny.
Mommy would read books to her all the time,
did not understood but it was sublime.
Books about fluffy kitty cats and dogs.
about talking bears and even green frogs.
When she reached one year old she had tons- tons,
of books ... and of course some were her best ones.
She could not read but liked to carry one,
each morn' she would pick one book just for fun.
Books about the animals on the farm,
and animals at zoos that do no harm.
As she grew the books got a lot better,
she could read and even write a letter.
She had dreams of being a book writer,
for kids, poems, even a songwriter.
And she did in time so follow your dream,
just ride that magical golden sunbeam.
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February 28, 2023
Poetry/Couplet/The Book Lover
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1528-514-28
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Nursery Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 03/03/2023
First Place
Do stand against them with all might. Their favor or disfavor
Is not what you have ever sought. Those who hanged their own saver,
The Judases whose shame resides for ever on their foul brows,
Are born of lies in lands of lies and false are their filthy vows.
They have once nailed their Messiah with two thieves of their own kind
To fool their dull-minded people who were then, as they're now, blind.*
Who on earth heeds dogs! Let them howl at your shining moon. Don't care.
They're such beasts, rotten to the core, not changing, beyond repair.
1. 21. 2023
* The allusion here is to the Bible. In the Koran and the Islmic faith, Jesus Christ (Peace Be upon Him) rose to Heaven before the Crucifixion; He is still living; and He will reappear to all at the end of the world.
No comments, please!
The ancients honored you in their cultures
Mythology crowned Jataya, King Of Vultures
Obligate scavengers, you conduct your foray
Toward putrid carcass of what will be your prey
Dead bodies, prairie dogs, rodents, wild boars
Insatiable eclectic pallet opens many doors
Vomit, your defense, your uric acid searing
Hunched backbone, broadened wingspan so fearing
Here they soar, the vultures who seldom kill
Just scouting about for their carrion meal
Good morning, folks, welcome to my show.
Come rain or shine, I’ll tell you what you need to know.
Up north it’s raining cats and dogs; even farther up
toward the border there’s brewing a storm in a teacup.
But it will be lightening fast, yes, just a tease.
And after it has passed, everything will be a breeze.
In the central area, they’ll be chasing rainbows.
Not to steal the anchorman's thunder, that’s just how it goes.
Down south, they’ll take a rain check on the rain.
Incidentally, our governor is a weather vane!
My head may be in the clouds, but I predict tomorrow will be fine.
In fact, divine; in every region we’ll be on cloud nine.
March came in like a lamb, so I predict it goes out like a lion.
Tie your things down well; in the wind they may be flyin'.
March 19, 2022
For Matt Caliri's You're A Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Find War Hard to Believe
People die and desperate dogs bark;
Did destroy houses around a park;
Saw much smoke along with flame;
Things again will never be the same.
Buildings are tilted and others leaning,
While bullets and shells go careening;
Bodies are on streets and on lawns lie;
Such a horrible way for them to die.
God peace and quiet to us do bring;
In church songs we shall start to sing;
While worshipping him with endeavor;
Going to war again hope not ever.
Putin majesty
Have heard that his strategy
Would be tragedy
Putin one of few
A real odd ball that we knew
Send him to Peru
When the war would start
Country had been torn apart
Putin should have a heart
what was on menu
Putin war would continue
have died quite a few
this is 13th day
for the war Putin should pay
stay out of our way
what we do intend
is for war to meet an end
home our soldiers send
Summer thoughts arrive and soon I glide away behind a dream
scribbling in the sand poetic words as I sit beside the stream
watching children play aside sandcastles tall as bastle forts
I capture every smile and laughter rising up with sweet escort
beneath a sky of rosy quartz I ease, content as a poet in love
words flow out and flap away like happy wings on a turtle dove
Wading pools, barking dogs, ice cream trucks with jingles, a refresh
ablaze with summer heat I scribe beside the water tanned enmeshed
Taken in by the fragrance of a moment, I get lost aside the sea
scratching at the surface of a written verse that only I can see
I am the composer of this love letter, down the river of joy it glides
sailboat fantasies arrive and before I know it, I'm on the other side.
March 3, 2022