Pets Verse Poems | Examples
These Pets Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about Pets. These are the best examples of Verse Pets poems written by international poets.
Without them, there’d be no poetry
No songs, no lip service
No books, no Bible, no dictionaries
No libraries or Barnes and Noble
No languages, no need for Babl
No googoo’s or gaga’s
No yelling for the home team
No hallelujahs or amens
Without words, we’d all be pets.
Tree top dwellers
Electric line leapers
Garage roof tenants
They seem to live solely
To gather nuts
Be chased by eager canines,
And flaunt their furry tails.
The vet had been sympathetic in his demeanour
as I gently placed my beloved Shih Zhu
on the sterile stainless-steel table amongst the fumes of disinfectant.
My emotional support pet was shivering uncontrollably with fear.
It took him two days to pass away peacefully.
He was two days in passing—reluctant to give up the good fight—
brave as always when I had supported him during past emergencies.
Life is not lived in a sterile environment—perfumed with expectations—
at times my Shih Zhu had tested my love for him with his antics.
The vet had been clinically detached in his assessment as I hid my fears.
Pets Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Rob Carmack
( 9th Place )
Written: September 02, 2025
He waits at the edge of morning,
ears angled toward a distant sound.
A single breath, a quiet length
then he bounds, unstoppable
through the thin gold sliver of sunlight
that slips underneath the door.
His eyes bring the weight of wonder:
Each step a question, a story.
The flick of his tail is a language of love.
cherishing quiet contentment.
I kneel and he rests in...
A soft warmth burning against my hand
and for a fleeting, perfect heartbeat
the world is nothing but fur,
sunlight and the trust
that lives in the spaces between.
Every flick of his tail brings
a story only our hearts recall.
my russian blue cat
static like a statue
on the sun-warmed
window ledge
laser-focused eyes
fixate
on the gum tree
leaves tremble
then still
shrewd cat waits
wet nose
smearing the glass
a robin’s fleeting shadow
darts across
a pool of sunlight
diving into
the center of the light
then swooping back again
in a blur of motion
my cat pounces
chasing the robin
around
the carpeted floor
over and over
he paws at
the imaginary catch
but each time
elusive robin
slips away
I remember! I recall how good– no,
how great it feels to feel so good!
I remember the bright colours
in the rainbows after a storm.
I remember the trees, the rivers, the critters,
the peace of our world.
I remember how to get excited,
to have goals and plans– fantastic dreams!
I remember the love I feel from my friends, family, pets,
loved ones, who I’m lucky to have.
I remember that I can be grateful for all of
the simple things that I am graced with in this life.
I remember to create, to write, and to draw,
to bring about something new.
I remember the stars as they twinkle overhead,
specks of light in the dark of night.
I remember that I can care for myself,
love myself as much as I do for others.
I remember the joy I find in a good book,
in getting dressed up, in delicious food.
I remember flowers and rocks and bees,
all of the tiny things I love to notice.
I finally remember how to live vicariously,
how to enjoy and embody the free spirit inside.
i want to be back there,
i want to sit on the edge.
to feel myself let go just little enough to stay,
for my parents, friends, pets, for them i will stay
i know i am loved but it’s hard to feel truly loved when you don’t know if you love yourself.
i might fall off,
but for tonight, ill watch the moon rise, play with the sand and rocks at my fingertips, and i will know what it means to be happy with no cares, with the wind caressing my face.
where i can stay on that edge,
i want to be back there.
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Just like kids, kitty’s and bunnies, can be spoiled by
a constant onslaught of attention. Ooh, kiss kiss,
rub rub, hand feed and lots of toys. Oh boy!
But leave those buster browns alone for too long,
with pom-pom or twisty tails between legs,
where their only encounter with two legs
are the strangers, that feel like intruders and thieves.
No wonder they hide. Whiskers frown, almost
teardrops hit the ground, and fear feeds the sweet beasts.
You return to mayhem, anger, cold shoulders. Your pets,
now need, a shrink, a ghostbuster, the police! You thought
they would survive while you lived it up at the beach.
Furparents, you should have trusted friends and family
with them from time to time. Now the furbabies are
sheepish, gun-shy. Each creek of the door, like fingernails.
Now, you may never leave because you feel ashamed,
lame, not the same. Oh yes, those cottontail eyes
will tell you lies, and the suspicious cat will squint.
"la monde saigne is French but in any language the world is bleeding"
Quote by _Constance
there is widespread suffering all around the world
war, violence, killing, death- a deep wound bleeding
I watch the news and weep
the images so cruel to imagine what humans will do
there is global pain
anguish
despair
I have a feeling my country is falling apart
a helplessness fills my thoughts
in other countries
starving people shot while seeking food
scenes of families mourning is so emotional
I watch brutal injustice being dealt by the evil
oh, the fires and flooding causing lost of habitats, unmerciful
loss of wildlife
of the fish and birds
and of family pets
global warming, pollution, animal extinction
the north pole is melting
are we damned
the world is bleeding
Waking up to a brand-new day with a smile—
A gentle smile.
Remembering school days with friends,
Playing in the mud with pets,
Watering my favorite rose plant,
Hoping to see it bloom... and smile.
A smile on the faces of loved ones
Lights up the path ahead with glow.
A healthy breakfast, a smooth ride—
Fueling joy to face the tasks of the day.
Fine weather promises a sweet beginning,
A smile makes each moment worth living.
With prayers to the Lord for a blessed start,
And greeting others on birthdays—pure joy from the heart.
A neatly dressed soul sparks a smile,
A clean home admired all the while.
Tasty food brings thankful delight,
And timely support earns a grateful smile—so bright.
So many moments, big and small,
Hold the power to brighten all.
In every act of love and grace,
A smile finds its rightful place.
I think that I shall never see
A bug as ugly as a flea
.
A flea whose chewing mouth is prest
against the doggie’s hairy chest.
A flea that bites the beast all day,
And lifts its bristled legs to prey.
A flea that will in summer tear
A bloody hole where doggie’s bare.
Upon whose body germs abound
And parasites throughout are found.
Pets are kept by fools like me,
But God knows I despise the flea.
Bird songs instead of beeping machines
My body free from tubes and attachments
Goodbye to ICU , welcome home in comfort
As peace surrounds me and pets love on me
Slowly I walk, one step at a time
Slowly I do things, one moment at a time
I am thankful I lived, my mind is still whirling
Everything suddenly happened so fast
I am grateful for friends, kind nurses and doctors
I cherish each moment, things can change in an instant
Heidi Sands
6/9/25
(C)opyright
A sad time for children in foreign parts
that have no Target stores to be lost and found in.
Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets.
For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make
the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news.
I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything,
being considerate
to people and their wrong opinions -
it’s what the baby Jesus would want.
In the stores, I avoid Christmas music by singing
badly and loudly.
oh
Sal saw sea
beyond the seesaw
but
did her fish suit swimming
in a flashy swimsuit
Doug, her dog
at the pantomime
groans a panting moan
then
Sal, fish and Doug
did a selfie on her phone