Short Dog Days Poems
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Dog days pass slowly
air is thick but there ain't no
miracle waitin
funnel cloud on horizon
and we’re still in Kansas, friend.
lazing beneath
a swaying buddlelia blue
a long tongued moth in my view
suckles its nectar brew-
nearby others hover impromptu
dog days humid breeze
a chilled glass of lemonade
soaking wet with sweat
~05/16/18
~haiku 'summer' contest by Mick Talbot
sun-tanned flesh burning
cooled by waterways of lake-
dog days lower heat
Haika-haiku Summer 5-7-5
Mick Talbot Contest
23rd May 2018
What are the dog days of summer?
Sirius – a late comer.
He arrives every year
without welcoming cheer.
To some, they're a major bummer!
summer dog days wane
and sunflowers fade away
melancholy winds
sweep my blooming blue asters
one more birthday come and gone
Flora and fauna are in hiding.
No life stirs to do the day's biding.
Feisty dog days are back
in violent attack!
No sign of humid heat subsiding!
dog days humid breeze
a chilled glass of lemonade
soaking wet with sweat
~Contest: Favorite Nature Haiku
~Sponsor: Constance La France
the dog days of summer turn up the heat
and when sweat drips from every pore...
autumn's a chilling thought
(Kimo)
9/04/2021
Sirius is approaching the gate
dragging the hot and humid like bait.
Scorching dog days are back.
A violent attack!
I fear I will burn my shaven pate!
Don't let what I say go to your head
But you're quite an animal in bed
He knew his wife had lied
It's what wounded his pride
So he slept in the doghouse instead
Smelling of sweet nostalgia
and sunscreen,
the ghost of summers past
comes to my side;
her hot breath on my ear,
she whispers "I miss you".
"I wish you'd stayed longer,"
I sigh.
The dog days of summer, certainly here
Every half-hour, another shot of beer
Too lazy to move
I’m stuck in a groove
Glad my new car doesn’t need me to steer
Fast as you can say ‘Jack Robinson’
Up pops another rookie phenom
But as April heroics fade
to June swoons
Came the dog days of August
extinguished ~ the honeymoon
Summer in its peak
Humid and torrid heat waves
Rush to get cooled off
Beaches with joyful clamor
An antidote for dog days!
Placed : 4th
JUST AUGUST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Date: 09-08-2022
Dog Days
Dog Days
Why? Why?
Why 'Dog Days?'
Are dogs not good?
Are they not loyal?
Are they not man's 'bff?'
Why? Why? Why?
Why 'Dog Days?'
My dog's so sad
He's gonna cry...
Let us wave 'bye-bye'
~ To Dog Days' Why
As we live..Each day makes its way.' With
Or without us' indifference is always imbued.' In great exitements, yet in the dog days too.' It ages not as we pass away..it
Knows naught of vanity.' Yet it takes part in
Each; of all plays.!
the wicked dog days
bringing unforgiving drought
and sweltering heat
Haiku Poetry Contest/Winner(3rd Place)
Theme: Summer
Sponsored by Mik Talbot
Date written and posted: 05/23/2018
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Margarita Lillico
The dog days of summer find these canines
Of all shapes and sizes waiting in lines
It's hot and muggy out
Yet these bow-wows are stout
For they find relief in finding their shrines
In the wind I sense a change
Something wonderful and strange
Days are shorter,night comes quicker
The grass is lean,the sky is thicker
Dog days now but not to stay
Natures' colors on the way
Painted landscape,scents so dear
It's such a wondrous time of year
Heat waves burn the Summer air
deceit makes it difficult to breathe;
Deplete my lungs of oxygen
beat like dog days lies beneath;
Rush of sultriness over and over
paintbrush colors a soft breeze;
Gush of flames constricting
hush now your pain can ease.
August days bring sweltering waves of heat.
Lethargic breezes fail to cool our
sun baked bodies, so we languish,
praying for relief ... perhaps
a refreshing rain ... How
I long for autumn,
but for now the
dog days of
summer
reign.
8/6/13
A reversed etheree
Monday
lulled me off
to sleep
Tuesday
arid dreams
Wednesday
turning up
the heat
Thursday
blanket steam
Friday
woke me
hotter still
Saturday
a beast
Sunday
found me
lost in thirst
Monday
— to repeat
(The New Room: March, 2026)
Dear Fido spies the snow, at which his nose, he's thumbing ...
For now there's Christmas trees, and that means ... indoor plumbing!
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "A Cute Christmas Couplet (In Rhyme)" Poetry Contest, Andrea Dietrich, Judge & Sponsor.
Temperatures are high
Youthful bodies run and jump
The blue sky above
Sun smiling and giving life
O, salubrious summer