Leash Poems - Poems about Leash

It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and then I beheld the cat, the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling. A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed, seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing, cat...

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When you find yourself floating Through the sky, without a leash With the wind, you’re going Over mountains, trees, and seas People will point at you: ‘look at her go,’ they’ll say But when you’re out of sight It’s time for them to look away And when you’re...

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I’m a dog stuck on a lease I’m stuck in this non release stupid thing why won’t let me go free? Why don’t they care I got feelings too? And I can feel pain too I can’t leave the house cause he’s gonna get mad? Hitting me asking me to get up .why do you hurt...

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LOVE ON A LEASH ...

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Fear leashes unforeseen harpoons when faith flees to the hold. Wind gauges possible typhoons, purser murmurs threefold... fractures in the bulkhead sailors stymied...

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The dogs resist, the owners tug; The passersby who see that shrug For humans have the upper hand, Their pets attuned to their command. I often wonder what they’d choose To do instead, when they refuse – Remain in place to sniff a scent Or run to where the squirrel went. Perhaps they merely want it known That, more than any treat or...

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On a bright broad beach near Barcelona Where I was feeling so all alone-a A glorious vision strode into view. Like Rubirosa, I knew what to do. I charmed this woman from Segovia, A fair descendant of the great El Cid. Her radiant eyes and shimmering hair Caused many a wag to stammer and stare. She charged my cardiovascular pump But in Madrid she...

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No more babies to make. We're all done my wife says. Get the scissors. We have 3 of our own All under 5, 4 total. Why look so nostalgic towards babies Tinier than my 11 month old? The kid's truck-sized, Like wielding slabs of marble about. We're done, He's heavy, We're out. It's just so terminating. The era is over. Watch the garden grow With the ones we have. Our...

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A few days ago, I had you in my arms We were in your Honda car... We didn't go too far...too far... We used to make each other laugh Until one of us falls down and coughs I'm afraid I lost you long ago... Losing touch of you reduces me to woe Maybe someday, We'll be together again I would be your tiger on...

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With a wag of tail and tongue bedraggled dogs drag their owners to frolic off-leash in parks devoted to dog meets dog dalliance and play. Despite their authority, the owners know each not by the owner’s names, but by the names of the dogs. “Where’s George today, and Horris the beagle?” The humans are the referees, the comforters and lapdogs to...

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Without a leash Walking alone in the heart of the city Feeling the strain as the skyscrapers wail Wondering lost like a dog with no owner Broken apart but still wagging my tail Begging for scraps in the alleys of sorrow Chasing a cat up a fictitious tree Crossing the street against oncoming traffic Nothing to scratch no not even a flea Wondering if some will reach down and pet me Show me some...

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Down through the thicket, Over and across the forest bend, A tail sways, as the wind lifts leaves of red and yellow. Aside a pond kissed with moss, we take a long walk on a clear day, crawdads and minnows astir. With hind quarters stiffly creaking forward, he pants and sniffs at vibrant life before stopping to rest and regain. At the edge of the...

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The world seems to be quiet and out of its mind Not to mention the words that aren’t kind Messages that won’t complete the good thought Bringing cold air and the barren nature she sought Being of the kindness of men’s being Not often lord’s hope comes and bring Kings trade merchants, watch them waft by Crazy the Earth rotates, but does...

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Something is happening there now I know it, I can hear the lane full Of children's voices, the lowing cow Tramples on the peanut hull, But not that, not that common routine And not the buckets sitting still On the kottas, nor Lawford in the ravine And his cart rumbling up the hill Not the blowing horn of the coming bus And children running...

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Broken, abused. Yet craving the pain. Afraid to leave I'm on a chain. So shattered and ripped in my heart. Numbing pain I can't depart. Craving disaster I cannot dwell. Wanting blood To drip a trail Craving to see Crimson red. Amid reality That i dread. People may think That I'm a freak. But the truth: I'm a freak on a leash. I am bound To my pain. Hurt is all There is to gain. Numb...

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