Dog Lone Poems | Examples
These Dog Lone poems are examples of Lone poems about Dog. These are the best examples of Lone Dog poems written by international poets.
She sent back the last order, as well.
This time, she shook her head
like a dog in the rain,
like a posh-frock woman
having "a spell."
The brimming broth, she said,
had a bitterness that swelled
and stung between her cheeks,
and across her tongue.
It steamed with the scent
of turmeric and sweat,
a lipstick kiss in the basement
of the Red Grotto Used Bookstore,
of a Dominican girl, half her age,
in skin jeans and red sneakers,
pulling her by the hand
during Summer City Lit Festival
last year.
She claimed she craved the
steaming heat of our menu's
Andean soup,
but bones like razors waited
when she raised the brim
of the bowl to her lips.
Just like the wine she sent back,
she said that the broth bit her lip
with a vicious grin
when she closed her eyes,
opened wide,
leaned in,
and tried to love it
with the whole of her mouth.
His life was madness ... and then it stopped.
Air so thick in weight of night,
to be drafted, wars' jungle so casually dropped,
lone dog soldier on duty in plight.
Air so thick in weight of night.
Silence screams, each step follows next,
lone dog soldier on duty in plight,
patriots duty decried, mind vexed.
Silence screams, each step follows next.
Protests, flags burn, men flee induction,
patriots duty decried, mind vexed,
rockets fill night in thunderous destruction.
Protests, flags burn, men flee induction.
To be drafted, wars' jungle so casually dropped,
rockets fill night in thunderous destruction,
his life was madness … and then it stopped.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
6/27/17
Form: Pantoum
Lone survivor
July 3, 2015
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I sit alone in my basement all hunkered down
My faithful dog with me
Because tonight is the night of firecrackers
And firework, yep it’s the 4th of July.
*
My dog gets to wear a rap around cover
I get just my basement,
You see I am a lone survivor just like my dad
He from world war 2 me Vietnam.
*
My platoon was on patrol when we saw some
Kids playing baseball it was on the 4th of July
So we asked kids if they wanted to play us
Sure thing, as we were playing an enemy.
*
Patrol had seen us and hit us as we were playing baseball,
I got hit in the leg and fell down my buddy was hit
In the head and killed he fell over me
I played dead as they check us over.
*
It took me three days to crawl back to base
All platoon was wiped out but me.
So on this 4th of July like others
I will hate and hunker down as the damn firecrackers
And fireworks go off…
The Lone Believer-
I am a diary, many people confide in me.
Since ages I have proved to be one of man's best companions.
I am unique in my own way!
Don't you all agree with my opinion?
My pages create history.
Once, there was Anne Frank's diary
Now there's me;
Tomorrow, there will be someone else's diary!
I tell a tale of my own,
My dog-eared brown pages seek attention in it's own way.
All the little titbits of every single day;
Make it's way, to my pages that play.
Don't your all share your deepest secrets with me only?
Men will be born,
They will surrender to the nature's feet,
But, I will tell my tale;
Nevertheless of my writer's absence
And I will continue to survive;
I will try to re-live the moments of the forgotten days
But, alas! human beings are fools,
They don't even want to know what i know;
They are not so privileged as I am indeed;
Because men can never die!
Their memories, their actions are eternal.
And, I know that,
I know that well.
I bear them, those memories, those actions.
I am the symbol of eternity
I am the lone believer of immortality.
Long live me! long live men!
Limerick : Once a lone House Dog led a dog’s life
Once a lone House Dog led a dog’s life
Always wondered about life with wife
Day and night heard House gripe
Master duck Mistress swipe
Happy his kids grew up sans his wife!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014