Dog Iambic Pentameter Poems | Examples
These Dog Iambic Pentameter poems are examples of Iambic Pentameter poems about Dog. These are the best examples of Iambic Pentameter Dog poems written by international poets.
A little dog is a gift from God
Meant only through life to trod
As a companion to solace our mortal
Frailties through love unconditional.
But loyalty exposes its fatal flaw
When devotion's bonds exceed human law
And penalty is death for an unfailing friend
Whose only sin was a duty to defend.
Hers was love of a kind not easily shared
Yet, fate cast her with one as unprepared
As I to provide the healing balm -
And failing - it is she must meet the calm.
My crying brings her to kiss away the tears
I shed on thought of her end. I live with fears
she consoles as if to forgive
What I must do and can never outlive.
On the eve of euthanasia 2011
PS We found a new home before this was necessary.
Had kicked Trump of out the door;
We will not see around anymore;
With him could not make a truce;
Was always making an excuse.
His head was pointed like a pin;
Will lie and sin again and again;
Should see him in golden shower;
Was result of his poor will power.
More and more pardons did grant;
Like a dog he had loved to pant;
Found him with a female flipper,
While pulling down her zipper.
Knew he would be a lost cause;
Had puckered lips with small paws;
No matter what with are confiding;
He has been on way to Mira Lago.
While driving in a his wild Winebago.
Jim Horn
Your room remains unchanged-
just as it was when you went away-
Care Bears and books still arranged,
your dolls all lined up on display.
On the table by the window nigh-
miniature Briar horses on array-
now gather dust not knowing why
you nevermore come in to play.
The Gingham Dog and Calico Cat
are held captive behind your door-
Green Eggs and Ham and a crooked hat
bring a smile to your face no more.
There are no more Easter eggs to dye-
or costume parties on Halloween-
no more sugar and spice or kites to fly-
no more baby kittens to wean.
Annie remains forever young-
but not so real little girls-
childhood times are too soon done-
stolen away as time unfurls.
Cabbage Patch Kids and lets pretend
have given way to wedding rings
I always knew that these must end-
bitter-sweet memories each now brings.
@ 2000
Alley dog who models matted coat,
Incensing clothiers at Fifth and Main--
You have no proof you are a legal dog.
One day you knew the power that you are.
Beneath a stack of cast off tires you saw,
You felt, you tasted in a dumpster's steam.
So now you strut through uptown parking lots.
Dog, in a paved field sniffing, please beware
Of skies with signs that hide your ritual moon.
The warden comes to rid the streets of strays,
Incarcerates you, pending no appeal
And executes you for the common good.
Someone has to own you, otherwise
You get the gas. Your crime is being born
Where being does not count, but owning does.
And when they catch you--be assured they will--
And bind your miracle with lethal law,
Bite them for this mongrel poet, too.
Ulysses Wake
Is Ulysses not just as much an oar
as he is wind that fills misguided sails?
O! Ship! Your chart and shooting of the stars,
those warriors sick for home you've led astray,
delivering to cyclops and their ploy
and all the joy of sirens. Sleep dear boy.
You must not dream Penelope's untrue,
amidst her suitors with your aging dog.
Ulysses wake! Your crew and ship await
and you must string the bow for old time's sake.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around
Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell
When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about
Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying
Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one
Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth
19/05/2015
Chasing your tail forever like a dog
Into the forest, confusion of the fog
A door that’s locked, without a key
Asleep you found it, woke not to be
Where is this tail, where did it go?
Pondering on my knees, to and fro
As a young lad, kept in my pocket
Never will leave, stuck like a locket
Trying to hold on, losing a tight grip
Some just let go, abandon the ship
Children don’t seek it, too abundant
Adults will tell you, it can be funded
Look at children, exuding it affably
As you age, begins to fade rapidly
Replaced with things, can’t add up
Shows in spurts, then soon erupts
That impalpable tail, where’d it go?
Ask a child, even they don’t know
Innocence of fooling as a wee one
Priceless, like the shine of the sun.
Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.
As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?
Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.
I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.
11.14.14
My wife joined yoga to stretch out her core;
Though extreme moves sometimes made her holler.
Yet when they raised fees, it hurt a lot more,
So she now has to stretch out a dollar.
Downward Dog used to give satisfaction,
But her teacher has tightened the collar.
When before, body and mind felt as one,
Now she’s training how to stretch a dollar.
She enjoyed spending time with her fit friends
To become a true yoga follower,
But ever since her teach bought a new Benz,
My wife spends more time stretching a dollar.
After years she became one of the pros,
So that I call her, my yoga scholar,
But now she can’t rise up from a Corpse Pose;
It can be deadly stretching a dollar.
Her last session ended with Namaste,
Yet our budget has not gotten smaller.
Since deciding at yoga, she must stay,
Because she learned how to stretch that dollar.
At sunset on the gray suburban street,
The only sounds are sounds of scraping feet.
My dog and I tread slowly on the black
Asphalt. I feel something is pulling back
The leash; my dog has found a treasure trove:
A mailbox, where the people come and go.
Though she would like to stay and smell all night,
I pull her back and walk with all my might.
But, as I think of all that I must do,
The early spring wind pulls me back into
My jacket, where I rather would not hide
When in nature's beauty I could preside.
Though in the darkness it was hard to tell,
I realize, now, that I am leashed as well.
My lass has forgotten me
And, does not visit anymore.
Even my closest cronies ' ve obviated me,
Just 'cos I'm not normal anymore.
I curl in my couch , and, think of our friendship,
And my bosom sketches her lovely face.
I'm unable to forget our romantic relationship,
And trickles of tears moisten my face.
Now, only my dog keeps company with me,
And, my paths are guided by the white-cane.
Oh! I urgently need Man's company
But, my wish cannot be heard , by my friends and Jane.
I'm marooned in a deep dark pit:
An endless dark which palpitates my heart.
I wish that someone would come into my life and resusitate it,
Or my life will be restless , until I depart
I'm now considered as a discarded coke-tin
And, my mental beauty is disregarded by these men.
Useless is a life without the warmth of kith and kin,
And my jeramaid life cannot be fully expressed, by this pen.
"Be thou a bright flame in front of me,"
The confused deep thoughts I have at day's end
Carry to the morning. Keen directions for life
Are elusive. What will happen with plans?
Will I get started? Suppose... Fear takes me.
"Be thou a guiding star above me,"
Morning comes and with it smells of fresh coffee,
Laughter from the lips of news anchormen,
"Need to start my day but there's dishes and
Laundry... all I have to do is start with dishes."
"Be thou a smooth path in front of me,"
Early still and the short walk I promised
Myself painfully reminded by the
Leash my dog is chewing in the kitchen.
"Where's my shoes," I say and move to the door.
"Be thou a kindly shepherd behind me,"
Home approaches and my pulse against the
Cool air fills me with the vital breathing.
Feeling good, fear's forgotten and now the
Next step seems obvious... Take a shower!
"Today, tonight and forever."