Most Commented Pets / Animals Poems (167)

He comes to me when I feel low.
He looks and senses that somehow.
He gives me reassurance when I feel alone.
He never angers and never moans.

He's been my friend and confidente,
For 15 years and not been paid a cent.
I value him above all my friends.
We don't fight so no need for amends.

He loves me unconditionally,
And I love him as he loves me.
No other has so consistently
Seen me thru troubles and adversity.

When I am blue he knows that too.
He keeps me company just we two.
When I am feeling tired or sick
He comes to me and shares a lick.

If I'm restless and in bed cold
He marches in oh so very bold.
He wraps around my feet and toes
And I really think he truly knows.

He never goes and he never strays.
I'll hold him dear til his final days.
He doesn't have any bad habits,
Unless you consider chasing rabbits.

If you wonder who would be so loyal
Tis my cat that treats me royal.
He is now old and getting thin
But a true and tried friend he's been.

Occassionally complains, seems to talk,
Only because I forget to clean his litterbox.
l'll love him fiercely 'til he's passed away.
And will grieve untold in my own way.

if i were an IPod by fjamesj9701, on Flickr

Tonight I sleep with dogs,
Laughter through midnight hour,
Darkness has got a price,
Listening to a swaying willow tree.



I'm sleeping with Charlie, Thomas and Bob,
Sweet scent from Jasmine flowers,
Shadows at my line of sight,
Hearing whispers spoken to me.



Watching K9s is now my job,
Until night shift is up and over,
Forget my worries and hunger pangs,
Tomorrow I sleep with dogs again.

I love her
she's with him,
he makes three.
When she kisses him
who does she see?

She may see two,
maybe sometimes me,
when there is three
can't love two...

Just left of center,
inside right triangle,
I am one,
a number in this all
blowing out my unlit candle...

Sometimes she loves me
as she embraces him.
How did this begin?
Can love ever be?
Will this carnival ever end?

I want to be first,
her one and only lover.
No matter what I do,
I remain at number two,
a star beneath the moon...

made a beautiful silky bow collar,for his little skinny neck
so me and you can go for a walk,
sneeked out the gate walking around to the front
all the kids were amazed,dancing skipping for joy,
they all wanted a pet duck,thinking to myself make a fortune selling ducks
i never laughed so much,in fact my sides were splitting,
the kids actually thought he was funny
wabbling along with his color bow,he was a comical site quacking
they loved him,shouting can we get a pet duck,my plan is working,
squeuling with joy and glee
then the woman i was with at the time
cried and moaned,created a whole scene,
gave out to me,saying all the neighbours are chatting
yeah chatting about you,ha ha i laughed driving her totally insane,
saying i was mad in the head,i dont really care what the say,
buying a kid a duck for his birthday'poor little duck shes disowning you,
so you dont want the duck,i said to her
it was all your idea in the first place sure the young fellow cried for the duck,i might of know i would get blamed,i knew someone giving away a duck
i happened to mentions a duck,you oked it
you and the kids,past tense the scorpion who struck bitten on the back

who gave me bad blood
ill give them something to talk about
the only reason they had dogs and cat,they bite
i have a duck so what,my pet duck,are they afraid of the duck
i gave him to my father,she panicked afraid of gossip ha ha
i was the first in the area to have a pet duck haha
more than could be said for some
sure they copy everyone else,im different,i dont care
all kids loved him,a pity about her
my father still has him years later
hes getting old and grey
dad looks after him like royalty
he follows around after him like a dog
this is the story of my pet
now my dad and the duck
hes the happiest duck alive

he has a stalker
getting to the bottom of it
who hurt the duck
hint,probing for inteligence
sent seedy email to duck
containing x rated material
i am suspicious he might get hurt
mad horrid roaring sounds
with an awful weird voice
a duck hell
the duck can not sleep
help the little fellow
we need to investagate probing
keep filthy videos out
the duck will never be the same
he is on valium at the moment
a vet has been dispatched
by private helicopter as we speak
he needed to be treated for were do i start
aggrivated stressbrought on
wait to you hear it
by that xrated video
refusing to leave the house
scared he night see that monster
the video left in his mind
he knows now what insanity is
he wont pass the door
jesse the duck aint happy
it nearly blew his mind
ha ha ha in stitches
you aint seen mad crazy duck
has spoken son of writter
there aint no sunshine
bring it on quack quack
he is gone quackers

WHEN THE OWL SPEAKS; PEOPLE LISTEN! HE POSSESSES THOSE SPOOKY EYES THAT SEEM TO GLISTEN! I LONG TO HEAR HIM HOOT, FOR HE"S AN EVERLASTING WATCHDOG AND YOU SHOULD BE EVER AWARE AS YOU COMMUTE! HE"S A STRANGE BIRD BUT HARDLY A MORE DISTINCTIVE SOUND CAN EVER BE HEARD! I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE AN OWL PERCHED OUTSIDE MY HOME! HE WOULD BE MY FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE AND HE WOULD ALERT ME, BEFORE THE MOMENT GETS TENSE!

A childlike scream, so wild so real
So human, fills the air
The shattered dream of a life once free
Ends in tragedy
The green green grass
Is green no more
Dyed red,
Died in Agony.

Is this what they come to see
Time and time again
Another sacrifice, another wasted life
Spilled upon the ground
Who are the animals anyway
Which ones are the animals here today
Yeah....

Its just a way of life, for the civilized
Pillars of the community
Those bigots of a bygone age
reflect a sick society
Supported by the church and state
In legalised brutality

Is this what they come to see
Time and time again
Another sacrifice, another wasted life
Spilled upon the ground
Who are the animals anyway
Which ones are the animals here today
Yeah....

Life is cheap in the game of death
Life is cheap,...
In the game of death....
LIFE IS CHEAP IN THE GAME OF DEATH.

Inevitably they talk about their dogs
Leaning against the bar;
Leaning against the fenders of their pickup trucks,
Gazing at the stars.

Little do they know
Those little silver specks in the heavens;
Are the reflections from the eyes,
Of all their old friends long gone.

And those silver streaks, not falling stars
No, frisbee balls and sticks
That got away in the weightlessness of space.

I was on duty often when they came
And I cried along with their masters;
When their time had come,
The rich, the poor, free spirits and cowboys.

Old couples, young children
Survivors of the holocaust;
Marines home just in time.

Well, we know where they go
But whence came these drifters?
Some just showed up on the porch, quietly waiting
Like they had an appointment.

Others came in little squeaking boxes
And restless hands fed them with nippled bottle;
Their mothers lost,
Until irresistibility became full value.

And they rode home
On the leather seat of the Rolls Royce.

There once was a Labrador named 'Crissy Mae'
that made me laugh with her antics of play.
She'd swim for her sticks,
and for treats do her tricks,
but her BESTEST JOY was to be with 'ME' every day!