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mikka

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Faithful Friend
« Reply #15 on: November 24, 2007, 11:36:56 AM »
 FAITHFUL FRIEND

Who is the one who loves me best
Who, when I'm low, won't let me rest?
Who lays his paw upon my knee
And never fails to greet me.

Who lets me hug him when I'm down,
Yet never is the one to frown?
Who brings to me his favourite toy
And fills my life with simple joy.

Who's by my side on rainy days,
And watches skies with soulful gaze?
Whose face does wear that silent plea
"Oh please come out and play with me!"

Who understands that there's a time
When I must say, "THis minutes Mine".
Who knows I can't be always there
Yet makes me feel I'm being unfair

Who is this dog who loves me dearly,
And yet with spirit knows so clearly
That by his side I'll always be;
Have I trained him?
... No, he's trained me!


A Dumped Dog's Prayer



Don't close the door! Don't push me away.
 Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
 Slow down the car, I can't keep up.
 This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
 I've got to quit running or my heart will pop.
 Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?
 I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
 But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here.
 Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
 They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets.
 Every car that passes, I chase it to see
 If it's my master coming for me.
 Though I approach those that come near
 With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
 With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
 They threaten to kill me - they don't even care.
 Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
 I will not leave, he will come, don't you know?
 Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
 I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
 I will go back where he first threw me out.
 I'll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt.
 My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
 I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my head.
 It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still.
 There is my master at my home on the hill.
 Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name.
 His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
 He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
 I really do love him, that master of mine.
 My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath.
 He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

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mikka

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a waiting dog
« Reply #16 on: November 24, 2007, 11:37:39 AM »
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run
He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road just waiting for you
He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought that you were stopping to play
He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry
He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

mikka

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nobody's dog
« Reply #17 on: December 01, 2007, 03:04:11 PM »
NOBODY'S DOG

 

Today is the death day of nobodyís dog

Nothing will mark it but a note in the log

Iím faceless and nameless and no tears will fall

For I know in your world I have no worth at all

 

To you, my sweet someone, Iím a friend and a dear

We ran the wind daily and you held me so near

But the gate was left open Ė I chanced a walk on my own

Iíd have cowered in fear if only Iíd known

 

I know how you cried on the night that I strayed

I know how you searched, I know how you prayed

But I went to a pound far far from our home

Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone

 

I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice

And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse

Although Iím a Lab cross with stockings all white

On their form Iím a Staff cross Ė the descriptionís not right

 

So they said Iím not here and I sank to my bed

My kennel coughís worse and I canít raise my head

The rescue came yesterday but they hadnít a place

For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face

 

If only youíd come to search for me here

You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near

You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home

And I promise our God no more would I roam

 

Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done

And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run

No arms will caress me as they inject me to death

No words will comfort me as I take my last breath

 

When the body man comes, it is fitting Iím found

In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound

Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame

Denied even the time to find you again

 

My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray

Without microchip or nametag, I am just a dispensable stray

Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free

Oh Dad look with pain at what mankindís done to me!

 

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #18 on: December 03, 2007, 08:44:56 PM »
 Taking care of Rescue dogs
Is something I do best.
I know because I've done it,
And I've surely passed the test.

The dogs I've bathed, the food I've fed,
The vacuuming I've done,
And all to watch a frightened soul
Sit dreaming in the sun.

My own dogs I've neglected,
But I tell them every day,
That I love and cherish each of them
Though a new dog's come to stay.

I know they understand this,
For in their eyes I see
The love that I have given them
Come shining back at me.

Some people think I'm crazy,
Some others think I'm great.
But very few can understand
What really is at stake.

If I can love and help a dog
To find a better way,
My own life is much richer,
I look forward to each day.

So now you know my secret,
It's there for all to see.
The love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for ME.

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #19 on: December 03, 2007, 08:47:03 PM »
The Old Dog

I might have grey hairs but my soul is still young,
My legs may be creaky but mine's the wisdom of age
Why battle the wind when I can walk in your footsteps;
Are you my family, are you where I belong?

There's life in this old dog, even when I grow tired
You can talk to me quietly, I can wag when your near.
It may be that my hearing or sight is not sharp
But I can still eat my dinner and roll in the grass.

I don't require much and you know I'd be glad
To walk slowly with you, or just sit by the fire,
And should the wind stir my spirits on a walk in the park
You know not to worry as I won't be gone far.

I might be an old dog, but there's life in me yet
Do look at me softly, for though time is not kind
I still have the chance to make the most of my days;
And when my time has run out as we both know it will
Please don't think that I'm gone, but remember me still
I'll be the sun in your window, the stars in your sky
The warm body beside you as your time goes by.

Please don't pass by my kennel because I am old
Is there room in your heart for a friend who was once
As fleet as an arrow, as bold as a bear
But now I look at you sadly, could it be that you care?

Give me a meal in my stomach, a fire at my back
Show me patience and love and you will never regret
Having an oldie to cherish and cuddle; you see
If every dog has his day, perhaps today is for me

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #20 on: December 06, 2007, 08:26:48 PM »
 Little Dog Lost

The little dog wandered the streets
as he tried his very best,
to find a scrap of food
and maybe a place to rest.
Darkness was beginning to fall
it started to turn cold,
he had a home but now it's gone
a story so often told.
His family no longer wanted him
they tossed him out one day,
to live or die was no concern
as they went upon their way.
Now he must scrounge for food
and hopes that he will find,
someone to take care of him
and he hopes that they won't mind.
A little dog so full of love
who just can't understand,
if someone will just take him in
he'll do the best he can.
To be the best companion
and friend that he can be,
to love them and protect them
is the future he'd like to see.
He will find that special person
to give him a loving home,
and then from that moment on
he'll no longer have to roam.

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #21 on: December 11, 2007, 11:51:09 AM »
   

 

 

The date is December the 25th,
A gorgeous sunny-day.
It makes me want to romp around,
But I'm too tired to play.
I have not eaten for a while,
I think it has been a week.
My only source of water,
Has been a sewage leak.
I lie herein a cardboard box,
And I feel quite alone.
I'm trying to stand up on my feet,
But all I can do is moan.
Won't someone come and rescue me,
Before my time is up?
Who wouldn't want to help a dog,
A precious little pup?
I want to yell and cry for help,
I want to get away.
My place is in a loving home,
With children with which I'd play.
I should be chasing tennis balls,
And licking children's faces.
Running circles in the yard,
Even sometimes winning races.
This is not where I should be,
By the road under a bridge.
Where there is no one I can find,
No mother nor father nor kid.
So is this box my final fate,
My only destiny?
What terrible thing did I ever do,
To make things end this way?
I know now my time has come,
on this beautiful winter day.
I will fall into eternal sleep,
and my sufferings will float away.
During my last day on this earth,
To my future owner I say,
"Catch up to you in heaven,
And have a Merry Christmas Day."

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #22 on: December 11, 2007, 11:52:31 AM »
                little angel dog
   

 

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels he will not play
But sits alone at the gates.
"I know that my master will come, says he
And when he comes he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten toward the throne;
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone.
"I know if I just wait patiently
Some day my master will come," says he.

And his master, far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and he whistles low
For the dog that isn't there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.

I know when at last his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

--Author Unknown

mikka

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Re: Dog poems
« Reply #23 on: December 11, 2007, 11:55:44 AM »
   

 

 

Guardian Angels

Throughout the past many stories have been told,
Some very new - some very old.
Stories of guardian angels may have been said to you,
Of Angels in many different forms, but all of these are true.
You see - guardian angels take the form of something close to you.

One may be wondering how they find that special one,
The one they care and love for, to play with and have fun,
What isn't told, is the simple fact that the angel chooses you,
The bond that you would share isn't made up, it is true.
They may finally choose to take your side - when you least expect it,
They will cheer you up when your depressed, their love - you can't avoid it.

When your together you feel free,
When alone you're lonely and sad.
The fact that their life is just so short,
Just tends to make you mad.
Love them while you can,
And be happy for them when their free,
Because a pet's life is a precious thing,
A rare commodity.