Sad Dog Poems | Examples
These Sad Dog poems are examples of Dog poems about Sad. These are the best examples of Dog Sad poems written by international poets.
On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse
The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy
I take in the view
I sit by the tree
He senses my mood
He walks up to me
“I’m sorry I’m sad
I don’t know what’s wrong
I’m doing pretty bad
I don’t know how to be strong”
My dog licks my face
He licks the tears away
He jumps in my lap
We both take a nap
But I wake up alone
I see his headstone
I see his old bone
I’m here on my own
I wish you were here
To greet me with cheer
To chase all my fears
I know that much is clear
I’m sorry you had to go
But I feel like you’re near
You’re the best dog I’ve known
Your spirit will always be here
Categories:
dog, angel, animal, bereavement, depression,
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]
Categories:
animal, anniversary, death, dog,
When Kublai got a poo poo butt he would go and hide
the silly dog with his mess seem embarrassed and shy
But Genghis with his hind mess was eager for me to spy
he would trot in searching for me his eagerness beware
Wanted me to pick him up and tend to his dirty rear.
Off we go to clean him good and happy he would be
to have a clean behind made him playful indeed.
But Kublai would be missed after a little while
I would have to search and find my shy little pal.
His eyes were sad and his face long and droopy
we both knew he had a mess the little poopy
So I cleaned him up and trim there
for the old boy had quick growing hair
Than I would pick him up to hold
as he would lick my face being thankful so.
Sassy has short hair so that problem does not exist
but like Kublai the older she is the longer her hair gets
Having dogs is like having a little child
messy situations pop up but you never throw in the towel
Sometimes you want to cry but more often you laugh and smile.
Categories:
dog, pets,
dog stricken
with cancer;
euthanized.
out of her
m i s e r y;
dog owner
hollowed out
by deep grief;
best friend, gone!
Categories:
cancer, death, dog, friend,
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]
Categories:
anniversary, death, dog, pets,
It was a late night of the lively day, When I returned from the dance theater, I heard a non -stop groaning sound nearby, The sound had come from a ghostly building, I opened the gate of the old mansion, And I found an old wretched mother dog, It was in Godforsaken condition, And it was nearing its menacing grave, I felt grief -stricken on the old mother, What a sad condition the animal had, I wanted to save the mother doggy, I helped the to drink some water, The mom wagged its tail for a reward, In a gossamer way, it was rescued.
Categories:
dog, 10th grade, 8th grade,
There was a young Lady who followed a Prince,
then became a Princess when she kissed a frog,
I don't know why — perhaps she's Di.
This same young Lady married the dog,
not a hog to marry a dog,
she married the frog to catch a King,
I don't know why — perhaps she'll die.
There was a young frog who dogged Camilla,
an older commoner, the silly feller,
he followed her instead of Diana (1961 – 1997),
I don't know why — perhaps he's high.
The same young Lady who married the dog,
rode a horse...
She's dead, of course!
Categories:
animal, dog, horse, in
They called it a seat,
but it was a cradle of fire—
metal-wrapped, bolted shut,
no window,
just the hum of wires
and the memory of old Moscow snow
still clinging to your pads.
They fed you well
and fastened you in
with practiced hands
that trembled only later.
You blinked once—
trusting, calm—
a good girl ascending
where no stray should go.
The capsule ticked
like a settling house—
soft clicks and mechanical sighs,
a shifting weight.
You floated slightly,
snout twitching for air,
wrapped in the smell
of aluminum and heat,
no wind, no scent of rain,
no footsteps coming—
only the pulse of Earth receding.
Your breath grew fast,
then faster still—
in a cage of heat.
The tether drew tight,
your heart raced wild—
then slowed,
then stopped.
The straps dissolved
as your soul slipped free—
a wisp of fur,
a flicker of light
curling through circuits
into the stars—
and no one called your name.
They never brought you home,
but I see you sometimes—
a pale arc before dawn,
falling neither fast nor slow,
the ghost of a girl
who once chased shadows
beneath the rusted cars
of Moscow.
Categories:
animal, betrayal, death, dog,
looking
worse for wear
at the mercy
of winter's harsh elements.
a stray dog,
sad of eyes,
clothed in all black
to match her mood.
emaciated and weather-beaten;
a labrador retriever
with her tail
tucked behind her hind legs
softly whimpering
shivering.
oh, you poor thing...
how far is your home?
scared
untrusting
of strangers;
perennially running
from rescue.
with a looped leash,
I approach, again....
she takes a step back
I come closer...closer....closer...
she turns
and sprints away.
I won't give up,
I'll do my best...
to help bring you in...
from the cold.
Categories:
dog, imagery, lost, sad,
At the animal shelter, I looked at them all
The dogs were aplenty, some large and some small.
Some of them were barking, and others looked quite meek.
Would I find a dog to take home this week?
I wanted one badly, I had almost given up,
But then I saw Noah, oh a sweet little pup.
He looked at me shyly, his eyes were quite sad.
I said, I like him, but they said he was mad!
He bites, he jumps, and is not a good choice,
How about this other one? he asked in a soft voice.
But there was something about Noah, that drew me in,
I was determined to walk him, but he did nothing but spin.
He pulled so hard, he nearly broke my arm.
The excitement was real, but he did no harm.
He finally settled down, and looked at me deep.
Like he knew what I was thinking, he was mine to keep.
I brought Noah home, and we got to know each other,
He is my friend for life, I am his new mother.
Categories:
dog,
My girlfriend was sobbing
I get it; I do
Her dog has cancer
His name is Blue
Two months to live
Best scenario, four
Her baby, her love
Her family and more
Crying with her
Was the best I could do
Feeling sad beyond sad
For Anita and her dog Blue
Categories:
dog, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Forlorn look on my happy dog
Came back sad from the neighbor’s bog
No idea what happened there
But he is sad, and it’s not fair
Categories:
dog,
Sad surprise awaits Juliette.
She walks into her house
to find new rescue, Hugo,
ripping the living room apart.
Bad doggie! Very, very bad doggie!
Categories:
dog, home, horror, sad,
Babes. Raised to outfit an agenda. The element of nature versus nurture. A pitbull is a dog like any other as is a Jew is a human like any other. Babes. Any dog any human, raised to be a weapon will be lethal. Babes. Any dog any human honed like a tool sharpened like a blade loaded like a gun is capable of being wielded. Babes. Breed bans and antisemitism feed ignorance punish innocence and fan the flames of the wielder’s fire. Babes. However destroyed at least the dogs do not have their humanity to lose.
on shredded babies
of pitbulls and zionists ~
monsters made not born
***
Categories:
dog, jewish, sympathy,
Footsteps frozen in time:
Your last words.
Your final memory
Embroidered on my soul
In the garden,
Where you used to play.
You made pawprints on my heart
The day I met you
That never faded away
But soon the rain will come
And your footsteps,
Engraved in the winter ground,
Will turn to mud and
Disappear.
Categories:
animal, death, dog, grief,