Dog Imagism Poems | Examples
These Dog Imagism poems are examples of Imagism poems about Dog. These are the best examples of Imagism Dog poems written by international poets.
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.
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!
In the shining sun
Many shadows seen
In the early morn
I see the shadows
That the sun shows
A shape of a head
Is wearing a hat
Or I see her face
Sometimes a dog
A shape of a house
What is seen often
A shadow of a person
Also animals
Shapes of different trees
The shapes change often
Going chaotic commotion.
Peculiar evolution.
On evolution species are jumbled.
Running transformation being crumbled.
Just hesitating WasParrot,
whether to swallow Wasp or not ?
To WolFlamingo, Wolf suggests
not to fly but walk in forest.
Now OwLion is in dismal
Confused ! A bird or animal ?
Dog and Goose are turning DoGoose.
Identity: Which one to lose ?
WhalEagle doesn't know to decide,
to fly or sink in sea to hide !
TigeRobin singing sweet song :
Also roars loud showing tongue long.
For CaTortoise, it's hard to tell :
In land or sea ? where to dwell ?
KingfisheRabbit not confident:
Is it a bird or a rodent !
Bird or animal ? Which is true ?
For the species DucKangaroo.
SquirreLobster in great trauma :
To climb or swim , in dilemna.
Helpless SheePeacock to outrage
to offer wool or show plumage ?
I do not see the house at first, I see the bird feeders and a fat cat.
The striped beast lies in wait on the path to Aunt Marvel's house.
Like an intimidating guard dog, probably aware of the chubby robins
The scene is beautiful with foxglove, daisies, marigolds and bluebells.
Johnny jump ups, begonias, and lilies delight the air with fragrance.
Past the cat I see Aunt Marvel's pretty gingerbread house, it suits her.
Painted in a gorgeous peach that takes nothing away from her garden.
“Flower Gorilla won’t bite you!” She yells from the porch. “Come on up!”
The wails and shrieks
of a banshee
warns of death;
hidden amidst the chaos
within a whiteout blizzard.
Bare skeleton trees
rattle their bones;
as Winter's wrath
shakes and pounds them
with fists of snow.
Blue skies get obscured in
a flurry of confetti;
white on white.
And temperatures drop;
as a ravenous cold
gnashes its teeth,
snarling like a rabid dog;
nipping and biting,
at any exposed skin.
I 'm a cloud watcher
Always watching clouds
The sky is so blue
With patches of white
All different shapes
There were animals
Dogs kissing cats
Cats sitting beside
A very large dog
The dog was sleeping
Sometimes I see hills
I see winding roads
There are huge castles
Islands small and big
Couples embrace
Sharing passion kisses
There are several of
I see the head shapes
Also mountains, lakes
With boats floating
then the clouds changes
To a different form
An angel appears
Suddenly in view
I see my next life
A vision clearly
Being married young
Having twins babies
A boy and a girl
Having a pet cat
A house on a hill
Near by town to walk
A short walk to a park
Where children play
In sandbox and swing
Enjoying the sea-saw
A vet building
For sick cats and dogs
My home next door
It is our business
With cats and dogs
Needed the need care
The business will be
Owned by our family
To care for dogs
Also fo the cats
To be adopted
To their new homes
I come to the railing of my deck
and look out on the view which every day I see.
A yard which is still surprisingly green
despite our summer’s drought
is flanked on three sides by wire fencing.
The scene is serene, and wind is wafting softly.
The leaves on the maple to my left wave back and forth
much more than do the leaves on branches
of the two other trees directly opposite the maple.
Occasional noise from engines cuts the silence,
for not too far beyond the farthest fence there is a street.
Directly across from my back yard fence is a canal.
It was covered over to provide a smooth concrete path
on which bikers, dog-walkers and joggers I can sometimes see.
Today I notice none of these, but I hear a bird sing,
for beyond me stand hundreds of treetops.
My city long ago was but a giant grove of trees!
Sky is white and slightly tinged grey, yet still the sun shines down
as I watch the limbs of assorted trees in the near distance
dancing.
July 31, 2021
Submitted for Emile Pinet's Imagism Poetry Contest
In the past the wind of this riverside would not have comforted me
I probably would have never noticed the fragrance of delicate violets.
The robins' chatter might have annoyed me, for my ears are dog ears.
However, today in this moment, as I admire the autumn fancifulness.
I gaze to the mountains and feel a reverence for this hallowed place.
Bird chatter feels like singing, and comforts me in some weird way.
In the future I will head toward those snow-capped mountains.
traipsing toward them through Germany’s black forest.
Today frothy clouds greet me, encouraging my escape from my limitations.
The day yawns
stretches...
like a flower
petals upturned
ghostlike vapors
drift away
Bullfrogs croak
My dog slumbers
The leaves crunch under my feet as I walk.
Admiring my forest for the hundredth time.
Loving it that deer bound away flashing me with their tails.
Sometimes white, sometimes black.
The red berries are coming out full force.
Sun trying to reach them in slivers through oaks.
My dog bounds away, chasing squirrel probably.
Autumn is a gorgeous time in my magical woods.
Faeries and brownies hide fast under mushrooms
As they sense my arrival.
I sense them too, but I do not call them out.
Realizing their wish to be anonymous and subtle.
Dog is back, with happy dog grin, teeth showing.
Jumps into brisk lake. I walk faster, trying to get away.
She shakes herself off with a madness that could reach me.
I am cozy, dry. Wet, not so much.
Wrens, robins, and cardinals flit around, to stay out of my way.
I am a human, possibly an enemy. They disappear.
The shadows of the forest reach in a variety of directions.
It is dark, but will lighten up in an hour or so.
Daily walk with my dog, nothing like it.
Feeling comfortable, safe, and well-loved.
In God’s country. I bend to look at violet.
She is perking up in the dewy grass.
IT WAS a dreary February day
That melancholy walk by the park with a blue morning
And a cloudless sky.
Alas! I met a stray puppy, effulgent with disproportionately large blue eyes.
It was fair, furry, dainty and round I thought---
It looked helpless to a lesser extent than I was that day,
Nay; ---
curious and shy (In-need of a cuddle.)
Though it appeared to be innocuous and child-like in it's sentiments, i approached cautiously, like one in danger ---
Like one would enter a parish church after a remorseful week of sin.
No one on their right mind ought to know that every endearing puppy has a stray and agitated mother lingering close by ---
A stray and agitated mother who saw a saddened beast in me ---
And I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
I met a stray puppy the other day and I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.
The dog slinks past me
a plea in its eye
bowed head upraised
barely
Turning toward me
piteously --
Snap!
its collar is yanked back
by its imperious master
Plea denied
A stray chocolate Weimaraner
On the left side of the road
Scooped up, yet lovingly licking a face
Whimpering in pain, yet wagging its tail
Poor thing's been struck
By a car. And it looks...bad.
Date: 07/18/2019