If we are addicted to the chase
The rush received when we catch our prey To a life of fetch I will resign Bring back each time you run away Then you are finished fleeing Feelings will give a shove And I will switch tired places Will be your turn to go after my love Thrown high Cartwheeling midair Heart is a toy for you to chew No matter how distant I lay fallen For some reason still pursue You are the bone Can't resist Treat I never can earn We make a boomerang Without me have no way to return But if I do not have you I have nowhere No house to return to Depend on me to continue flying Like I depend on you This game can be played with two We go back and forth tossing ***** Obeying repeated commands loyally and prompt Whether returning sticks or missed calls It does not really matter who chucks Who sprints after affection wanted We're both addicted to the thrill The hunter or the hunted
I am rather fond of this one
He was dangerous
He lived in his lair He pounced upon Who dared He made lives miserable Factious, fractious Animal of concrete jungle He was dangerous He thought No one could dare Enter his lair One day my dog Fetched him out He was brought On the ledge From a height He was dropped Like a hat on the head Fractured his two legs He forgot the lair he lived Once for all He disappeared
Beware of dogs!
I can only throw the ball once
When playing fetch with my dog Otherwise he gets a complex Thinking he didn't do it right The first time
A thrown dead stick stuck
In the tree. While I ponder, The dog is dismayed.
Just another birthday passes-
One thats not celebrated With all the champagne glasses And her hair is nicely braided She doesnt go out Because of the pain And she will not pout Because what will she gain Shes sits at home all alone From the bottle she will drink Like a dog fetching its bone They both dont stop to think.
When I was young
I was addicted to my thumb So older and still The child in me beat at its walls Till I threw him away I was addicted to tears Sloshing from my eyes Like the sight of overflowing Into my family Until I threw them away I was addicted To doing the wrong To challenge the right in my life It eventually won Until I threw it away And then, in a burning fever I knew I was too light Thrown too free Of all the human chains to each other Until I picked them up again So, the long and short The nutshell Throwing away sorrows and accepting Them back, what's my addiction? I am addicted to playing fetch with myself
Thanks to Stardust for the poem idea
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