Dogs Poems - Poems about Dogs

they race in and out chasing each other with gusto and vim oops spoke too soon two dog tails just ran back in one jumps on the couch, and the other is up there too they are pony dogs, one weighs 80, the other 122. They love us to bits, have no idea how strong they are One jumped to...

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MY IDENTITY THIEF JAMAICAN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS HIRED TO BECOME ME AFTER DEATH SEATED WITH GARGANO AND SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND HOME INVASIONS REMOVING MY POODLES DOG TAGS ACTUALLY CUTTING THIER TAILS WHEN I GO TO DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS THREATENING TO OUR LIVES MY POODLES ARE COMFORT SUPPORT PUPPIES FOR ME AND MY HUSBAND WE BOTH SUFFER...

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my dog walks with purpose regally like a monarch he stares with yellow wolf eyes a majestic marvel his brother is a puppy running and jumping from here to there he leaps on King’s back he is wild without limits or limitations...

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sniff out the garish lights loud music and drunken discussions enter the party uninvited conceive uneasiness and instant disdain you try to dance with strangers who quickly slide away. somewhere in the intercourse of a reddish night they feed you to a pack of blue dogs willing to drag you down into their fetid fires. Loneliness warps all reason lowers the standard opens the vein...

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some fight each other some learn to play together others co-exist ...

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Our story began behind bars with the broken, Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken. Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on, Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone. You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace, Me, burnt out but still showing my face. We stitched up souls with words and care, In a world where few...

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I’m standing on the deck, coffee in hand, Three dogs by my side as the rain comes to land. No thunder, no lightning—just a warm, gentle fall, To nourish God’s botany, soft blessing to all. The morning, she rises—I watch the rain fade, Serenity spills from the colors God made. As the light is revealed, it quiets my mind, A rare little...

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When dogs and cats are flung about Taken high in the sky inside a tornado funnel Do they find a new owner to lay around with? Are they ever recovered? Does anyone know?...

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I sit and observe our miniature Poodle, Daisy, and our Yorkie, Sunny. They are the youngest of my fur babies. Of all four, I love them the most. Do the other two know how I feel about them? I suspect that they do and love me anyway. Daisy and Sunny have a way of completely relaxing in their All...

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Two best of friends met in a place where most animals go afterlife. Ballyregan: "I run all my life... until I retired." Scurlogue: "I've won many races, but I had one race where I ran back and not finish the race." Ballyregan: "Why?" Scurlogue: "Because I wanted you to win!"...

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fast hard puppy steps this has to be my baby old dog steady paws english cream puppy followed by huge dog buddy one leaps into lap...

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Altho' 'tis something any sane man would disdain, should abstain from and abhor, there are those I condemn who choose to cry, 'Mayhem!' and let loose the dogs of war. Meanwhile, no need to think twice, I prefer a 'purr', to play nice and release, tho' they may be old hat, the pussy-cats of peace. ...

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My dogs have an enormous play yard Much better than being in a kennel or tied up Still, I feel guilty when they are up there alone. So, I trot up there to keep them company. I sit in this play yard forty minutes at a time. Writing while they settle into the play of dog. We have six acres of...

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iI have raised giants both could pull me on big sleds mush my doggies mush...

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A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes relentlessly around my head. Swatting at it—it returns mere moments later, Pestering, always just out of reach, Festering like a wound reopening, oozing with persistence. As the slant of the harvest moon traverses its way through splinters in the...

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