Best Dog Poems

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
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We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
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The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
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Down behind the dustbin
I met a dog called Ted.
‘Leave me alone,’ he says,
‘I’m just going to bed.’
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The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
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Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
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The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
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Mother doesn't want a dog.
Mother says they smell,
And never sit when you say sit,
Or even when you yell.
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Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
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Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

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The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
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Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal--the seal!
In from the edge of the floe.
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So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
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Still dark.
The unknown bird sits on his usual branch.
The little dog next door barks in his sleep
inquiringly, just once.
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The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
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For years we've had a little dog,
Last year we acquired a big dog;
He wasn't big when we got him,
He was littler than the dog we had.
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I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand,
I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand,
And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day,
But there’s no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh. +
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The badger grunting on his woodland track
With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black
Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes
A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.
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The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test,
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Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
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Most near, most dear, most loved and most far,
Under the window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
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I’m a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
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The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
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The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
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My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste
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Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand!
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for Hayden Carruth

If you didn't see the six-legged dog,
It doesn't matter.
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I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
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The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
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it sits outside my window now
like and old woman going to market;
it sits and watches me,
it sweats nevously
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There's a black hole
In my consciousness
I feel less whole
Diminishing
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1 When all the world is young, lad,
2 And all the trees are green;
3 And every goose a swan, lad,
4 And every lass a queen;
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
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a baby's chat goes on and on
it does not stop it with it's mom
a dog in the street
a leaf or a flower
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This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big
House he visited when he was eight: the walls of the bathroom open
To reveal a lawn where a great yellow ball rolls back through a hoop
To rest at the head of a mallet held in the hands of a child.
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Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'ver the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
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Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
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I would like to sing someone to sleep,
have someone to sit by and be with.
I would like to cradle you and softly sing,
be your companion while you sleep or wake.
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"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
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Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
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I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me-I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save.
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One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog.

And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded
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Well I've told you someday I'd have a lotta money
And you would see me grinnin' from ear to ear
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The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
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Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe.

I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops.
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Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
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Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on
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The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
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The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle
and a black dog running behind.
Cobwebs snatched at his feet,
rivers hindered him,
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Sleep, McKade.
  Fold up the day. It was a bright scarf.
  Put it away.
  Take yourself to pieces like a house of cards.
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Amongst bubbling streams
a dog barks; peach blossom
is heavy with dew; here
and there a deer can
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Another day has gone
My mind keeps holding on
Sour memories of what that has been
But all this pondering
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A world's disappearing.
Little street,
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.
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"I am a landscape," he said.
"a landscape and a person walking in that landscape.
There are daunting cliffs there,
And plains glad in their way
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One constant in a world of variables
- A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables,
and all the things he takes down with him there
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Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'T is a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
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This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
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Lady, the dog that looks like a rat
Chases a beautiful Persian cat
She puts in high gear
Running like a deer
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Her dead lady's joy and comfort,
Who departed this life
The last day of March, 1727:
To the great joy of Bryan
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Doubt no more that Oberon—
Never doubt that Pan
Lived, and played a reed, and ran
After nymphs in a dark forest,
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Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
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This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps
Which is first among the women an' amazin' first in war;
An' what the bloomin' battle was I don't remember now,
But Two's off-lead 'e answered to the name o' ~Snarleyow~.
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You see this dog. It was but yesterday
I mused, forgetful of his presence here,
Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear;
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Loving friend, the gift of one
Who her own true faith has run
Through thy lower nature,
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head,
Gentle fellow-creature!
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Every one is each love

Some thing...
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There are places I go when I am strong.
One is a marsh pool where I used to go
with a long-ear hound-dog.
One is a wild crabapple tree; I was there
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All in the town were still asleep,
When the sun came up with a shout and a leap.
In the lonely streets unseen by man,
A little dog danced. And the day began.
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Call to me to the one among your moments
that stands against you, ineluctably:
intimate as a dog's imploring glance
but, again, forever, turned away
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That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
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They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of
the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me
give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few
bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.
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West of Dubbo the west begins
The land of leisure and hope and trust,
Where the black man stalks with his dogs and gins
And Nature visits the settlers' sins
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Warm sun, quiet air
an old man sits
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You ask, my love, about my tears
But don't you recognize the fears
That agonize my heart?
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The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do not
bite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.
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Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
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Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
Of one
Who possessed Beauty
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In an attempt to lighten up my poem site I offer
this doggeral style ditty about my neighbor's dog-

I used to range those farming fields,
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Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound
To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around.
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Im standing on a clift
thats higher than all the rest.
And Ill stay up here untill I fall
to meet my lonley death.
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A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
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A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
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Hey, there! Hoop-la! the circus is in town!
Have you seen the elephant? Have you seen the clown?
Have you seen the dappled horse gallop round the ring?
Have you seen the acrobats on the dizzy swing?
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I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat a-smiling
Smiling there all alone.
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Your dog is not a dog of grace;
He does not wag the tail or beg;
He bit Miss Dickson in the face;
He bit a Bailie in the leg.
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I

The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
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I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.

I heard the packhounds in green park --
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A gust of air-borne hope from kitchen-

For an empty stomach's lope to heaven,
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The man that is open of heart to his neighbour,
And stops to consider his likes and dislikes,
His blood shall be wholesome whatever his labour,
His luck shall be with him whatever he strikes.
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The Honourable M. T. Nutt
About the bush did jog.
Till, passing by a settler's hut,
He stopped and bought a dog.
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Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers.
Let Freud and Wordsworth discuss the child,
Angels and Platonists shall judge the dog,
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Would you like to buy a dog with a tail at either end?
He is quite the strangest dog there is in town.
Though he's not too good at knowing
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Walking to your place for a love fest
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar women.
I took her hand,
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for Mark Peters

Not just nothing,
Not there's no answer,
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Dog waits in and out of shadows.

Dog dives around chairs and feet.
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The dog barked; then the woman stood in the doorway, and hearing
iron strike stone down the steep road
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