Dog Death Poems | Examples
These Dog Death poems are examples of Death poems about Dog. These are the best examples of Death Dog poems written by international poets.
Of a cause still not known,
if tomorrow my eyes have not shown,
you will hear this ballad at your table.
I have long since been tightening the cable,
wrapping it around my neck like a dog,
my hands raised to the heavens, begging god.
For I am but a slave to thought,
thinking of all the horror I've brought,
They claim its hallucination but I know what I see.
Inconvenience when they know where to be,
a stone in the flow of all's life,
a fool who could not fathom their strife.
To & Dear those who are reading,
my heart is in my throat, sweat beading
as I write what I know may be my last words
I apologise if it feels like Arthur had multiple swords.
My final draft in seconds, my mind apart,
I beg you to abandon my bleeding heart.
tears fall like blue rain
chin down brown frown paints pale face
pet dog died today
they said it was justice,
like a clean knife through the heart,
but I’ve seen laws drunker than sailors
and meaner than a kicked dog.
they wrote it down neat,
black ink on white paper,
as if death could ever be civilized,
as if morality had a gavel.
they called it premeditated—
like love, like birth, like failure,
as if we plan our ruin
while the sun still shines.
a man kills a dream,
a woman has a baby,
and they suffocate them for it.
mother and dad brings a baby into this life
knowing the world will eat it alive—
and nobody calls that murder.
florida just found a new god,
and he likes his laws clean,
his gallows polished,
his prayers whispered through clinched eyes teeth.
somewhere, a baby cries then dies
somewhere, justice is laughing at he grins.
The debts pile up like dinner plates—
each conversation I cut short to check my phone,
each time I said I’m fine and meant I’m drowning,
each kiss I gave with only half my mouth.
My mother calls on Tuesdays.
I let it ring through twice before I answer,
already calculating how many minutes
before I can say I have another call.
There’s a friend I keep meaning to forgive
for some small crime I can’t quite remember—
something about a birthday, or a slight,
or the way she laughed at the wrong moment.
I owe my body an apology
for every meal I ate while scrolling,
every hour of sleep I traded
for the blue glow of strangers’ opinions.
The dog looks at me with those eyes
that say you promised we’d go to the park,
and I say tomorrow, which is what I said
yesterday, and the day before that.
Before we die, they ask, will we have settled our accounts?
But I’m still here, spending love like it’s infinite,
like there will always be another Tuesday,
another tomorrow, another chance to pay attention.????????????????
The dog each morning
lies across the fresh-dug grave
be it snow or sun;
For the dog does not know death;
his master still lives within.
Why is the silence
Like a deafening roar
I still cringe when someone
Knocks on our door
I wait for your chorus
Your lion like bark
But the silence is blinding
Like a nuke in the dark
I wake up to barking
And half asleep
I automatically go
Check outside for a creep
I wake in the night
And sneak out of bed
So I don't disturb you
Then I remember your dead
Why would the world
Steal you like that
I couldn't tell you I loved you
And send you off with a pat
The world didn't deserve
An angel like you
And wherever you are
I'll always love you my boo
The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
In this lifetime she is a mutt,
Small, Scrappy, sleepy, sweet,
Blinking eyes and gnawing teeth,
I'd know her in every lifetime,
In the one before she was tall,
Aching legs and honeycomb eyes,
Dutifully beautiful, kind, loyal,
A shadow with a wagging tail,
Before that she was white as snow,
Playful, pitiful, pretty, pale,
Sitting on the carpet awaiting my dad,
as I played with her ear and paw,
I didn't meet the one before,
I'm told she was quick, smart,
Like a pistol shot, a starting gun,
rescued, for a good life somewhere new.
I hope, when this lifetime is over,
I will meet each version of her,
Maisie, Lucy, Suki, Bonnie,
And we'll venture into the next one.
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Two years ago, I went into debt to try to save you.
But you passed away anyway, it's sad and it's true.
I paid thirteen hundred dollars with my credit card.
When it came to facing your death, it sure was hard.
When it came to saving your life, I certainly tried.
But sadly, on the seventeenth of August, you died.
It doesn't bother me because I went into debt.
What does bother me is that I lost a great pet.
You were only six years old and you had no future ahead.
I said goodbye two years ago today when I found you dead.
[Dedicated to Puppy (2017 - 2023) who passed away two years ago today on August 17, 2023]
(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
on Aug. 11.)
Over ~
Over
The Bridge
where they go
To verdant eternal forests
and fields,
To run and leap free
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed
With no hunger or thirst
While waiting for us.
dog stricken
with cancer;
euthanized.
out of her
m i s e r y;
dog owner
hollowed out
by deep grief;
best friend, gone!
I am so unhappy.
More than when I wanted to suicide.
I recently had a puppy.
Life was really is do or die
He did nothing, not even an ID.
poor little dog
lucky little dog
in and out like a
In beloved memory
ambition is a pointed point.
one in six maybe one day I will die.
that will be all right.
what will be left remains.
And a few regrets
Lucky like a dog.
Poor little dog
You were my baby doll and I owned you for almost seven years.
You were my all time favorite dog and I wish you were still here.
You were very special, wonderful and unique.
When I found you dead, it was sad and bleak.
I had to dig a hole and bury you in the ground.
I would be happier if you were still around.
You lost all of your teeth but I still loved you.
I'll never forget you and that is certainly true.
[Dedicated to Agnes (2011-2020) who died five years ago today on July 11, 2020]