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Mark Wanless Mar 2021
the dogs of life they
they tell me what to do please i
want to be of pack
haiku
Andy Chunn Mar 2021
I got a dog likes to wander around
You might see him anywhere in town
In my neighbor’s yard or in his trash

Today, I don’t know where he’s been
He just came a-staggerin’ in
I think that my old dog has found a stash.

I got a doped up dog
Don’t know what to do
He’s layin’ in the yard, howling at the moon
He won’t feel so good
In the light of day
I don’t know what makes him act that way.

Friday night and I’m on the town
You can see me all around
Any place where I can get a belt

Made it in a half past three
My old dog just looked at me
I think he knew exactly how I felt.

Like a doped up dog
Don’t know what to do
I’m  layin’ in the yard, howling at the moon
I won’t feel so good
In the light of day
I don’t know what makes me act that way.


Well, Jake just looked me in the eye
And I said “Yea Boy, we can try
To straighten up and get on the right track

Then we won’t feel so rough
Messin’ ‘round with all that stuff
And you and me won’t ever have to act….

Like a doped up dog
Don’t know what to do
We’re  layin’ in the yard, howling at the moon
We won’t feel so good
In the light of day
I don’t know what makes us act that way.
Sometimes......you know !!
Jade Wright Feb 2021
The first time you spoke, I got straight in the bath to
hide in its lucid duvet.
Your clarity was too much for me,
why could I never be so level-headed?

From then, I was in awe of you
so wise
so humble,
my little girl.

You loved coming to the woods
to collect pine cones with me.
I wanted to create a new oxygen system
of dreams and opportunities.
You liked to help me pick them up,
study the bumps with your gummy tongue.

Your mouth full of earth,
jewels I couldn’t see
you said: ‘I think you’re the most beautiful Mummy in the world.’

My face shined,
your tail danced.
I rewarded you with belly rubs.
Mark Wanless Feb 2021
i call dogs to war
my mind is not innocent
mist    hard intention
As humans, we should be the most important creatures to each other in this world today, why are so many homeless, and we let dogs live in our homes, and rule the house where they stay.

Most people would not even think of inviting a homeless person in for a meal, but the animals always have a full bowl, and their every move is such a big deal.

Many people sleep outside with only a sidewalk to rest their head, while the shedding so called pets, lay comfortable on their human’s bed,

Is it because our dog's always love us and never talk back, or because they are always ready to play, when entertainment we lack.

We never have to wait on them, just say the words "let’s go", and they sit by our side, when our day is moving slow.

They are always watching who is around, guarding us in their own way, and about the most loyal critters we will ever find on this earth, during our days.


Copyright Tom Maxwell 12/04/03
Robert L Jan 2021
I sit on the bed
with my dog sleeping near
Her breathing uneven
then soft and sincere

Then scruffy and staggered  
and rough in her throat
Then even and smooth
a whisper calm note

Tiny little grunts
in rapid succession
A toss and a turn
punctuate each expression

Of what does she dream
my dear little Twister
Romps in the park
with her golden haired sister?

Sensing things we can't see
And the things we won't hear
And loving us despite
all our faults and our fear


How much do I love her?
well that’s quite hard to say
But I'm quite terrified
of her going away

Where else can you find love
that lives just for you
Panting and happy
when you come into view?

When they speak of devotion
it’s of this that gods speak
That gloried validation
we desperately seek

And she’s here everyday
rain, sleet or snow
In unspoken commitment
to go where I go

How unworthy am I
of this ritual caring
That greets me with glee
just for appearing

So much love for so little
does not seem quite fair
But she gives me her all
without bother or care

Oh doggie dearest doggie
promise we'll play forever
For we’re bound by a love
that no god can sever.
For Mazie and Twister
Lanna K Dec 2020
The walls, painted with the gloss of all the secrets that you and only you know, or the stuffed animal that has caught your tears through life’s afflictions. Or, the comforter that has kept you warm through those times where you swore this was the night your blood will run cold. Theres a furry, doe eyed, four legged creature of the heart, though there isn't an utter of any sort from either entity, there is a knowing. Stripped to your raw essence, he understands without question.
Jade Wright Dec 2020
We could learn a lot from dogs.  
Not the kind of things that make up a curriculum-
nothing that could be graded, or pass an exam, but useful things.
How to be happy for no reason, how to love without diffidence.
How to grab life and squeeze out all the best bits,
of whatever scrap you’ve been flung.



Jade Wright
To be read aloud on Chapel FM on 15/12/20, as part of their 'six line poems written in 2020' event.
Bobby Dodds Dec 2020
i try really hard not to cry a lot.
and i try to stop myself from thinking about anymore sort of losses.
and i try really really hard not to realize the loss my dog is more hurtful than the loss of my late grandfather.
because,
there's a difference in-between spontaneity and fore-told doom regarding loss.
there's a difference between having someone on my bed every night,
and the loss of humanity that Alzheimer turns you into.
i don't know which one i'd rather choose,
another 6 years of knowing they aren't there anymore.
or another dead dog.
i just can't i dont even know what i can't anymore. this is just too **** ******* much emotion i don't know how to handle it. i've spent so long being a shell that being filled with anything but emptiness is confounding and not understandable
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