Best Pet Poetry Collections – 10 Poems about Man’s Best Friends

These are the best pet poetry collections that you would find for all lovers of pets to read.

A pet can be a child’s very best friend. Children love pets so much, from fish and guinea pigs to dogs as well as cats.

In this post, Daily Time Poems lists fifteen lovely poems about animals to recite and enjoy.

Pets give us wonderful memories that will last a long, especially when our pet makes a mess or does something really funny. The poems below are about animals of all kinds.

1. Title: “Dogs Go to Heaven”

You’re the dearest friend I could ever seek,
The one who listens when I speak.
You’ve been there through thick and thin,
I’ll miss you deeply, my loyal kin.

As time goes by, you’re growing old,
Walking slower, as the story’s told.
But fret not, my faithful friend,
Our shared memories will never end.

Your comfort is a treasure I hold,
Even when you chewed my shoe, bold.
Mistakes happen, that much is true,
Yet, I’ll miss every bit of you.

With all my heart, I love you so,
The best friend, the purest glow.
I’ll miss you dearly, it’s undenied,
Our bond forever, eternally tied.

2. Title: “Best Friend”

Recall the laughter, recall the tears,
You stood by me through the years.
Through highs and lows, a steadfast guide,
The best friend, forever at my side.

In challenging times, your loyalty shone,
You’ve truly enhanced my life’s tone.
In moments of sorrow, you brought cheer,
A companion through every trial, every fear.

Reflect on the joy, the day we met,
A bond so strong, how could I forget?
I trusted you from the very start,
The finest friend, etched in my heart.

Just understand, I long for you so,
Your absence is a constant echo.
Memories linger, never to reset,
With you, dear pet, my soul forever met.

3. Title: “It’s Just a Dog”

Though canine by name, you’re much more,
My guiding light through life’s uproar.
In the misty fog, you brightly shine,
Enduring the wars, both yours and mine.

“Just a dog,” they say in vain,
Unaware of the fog, the silent pain.
Through thick and thin, steadfast you remain,
In moments of loss, you ease my strain.

Not just a pet, an angel so true,
My dearest friend, loyal and blue.
You’re all I hoped for and adore,
In love with you, forevermore.

Gratitude overflows, words fall through,
For all that you are and all that you do.
In times of struggle, you pull me through,
I’m grateful every day that I have you.

4. Title: “The Tyger“

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the shadows of the night,
What immortal hand or gaze
Crafted thy fearful, fiery blaze?

In what distant realms or skies
Ignited the flames within your eyes?
On daring wings, did someone soar?
What hand dared seize the fiery core?

And what shoulder, what skillful art,
Could mold the sinews of your heart?
When first your heart did start its beat,
What fearsome hand? What feet?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Within the realms of darkest night,
What immortal hand or eye
Would dare to shape thy fearful symmetry?

5. Title: “My Puppy is a Handful”

A bundle of energy, my puppy,
Full of life and so happy.
She leaps around to welcome us,
Wagging her tail with boundless fuss.

In the garden, she loves to dig,
Muddy from her head to her twig.
Her thoughts are a mystery,
Known only to canine history.

Her meals are devoured in a flash,
Chewing reserved for our shoe’s clash.
Rug, shoes, and kitchen wall,
Her chewing spree, a mischievous call.

As they say, “Let sleeping dogs lie,”
Now, with my puppy, I comprehend why.
In her dreams, with a gentle sigh,
She embodies the saying, oh so spry!

6. Title: “A Home of My Own”

All I desire is a place to call my own,
Not too demanding, as you’ve known.
A bowl of food, a bone on occasion,
I’ll be good company, a heart in persuasion.

All I desire is a home, free from noise,
Away from bars, concrete, and urban toys.
Fresh water in a bowl, a walk each day,
A cozy basket, some toys in my play.

In the past, neglect and abandonment I’ve known,
Unkind words, a history overthrown.
Left alone with nowhere to roam,
No toys, a broken basket, a place called home.

No choice is mine in who takes me in,
Hoping for kindness, where I’ve never been.
This rescue home, a brief sanctuary,
Yet, a home of my own, my cherished story.

7. Title: “Come With Me”

God noticed weariness taking hold,
No cure found, a truth to unfold.
Arms encircled, a gentle plea,
Whispering, “Come, come with me.”

With tearful eyes, his struggle we bore,
Witnessing the fade, the suffering wore.
Though love held deep, he slipped away,
In our hearts, a void, he couldn’t stay.

A golden heart ceased its rhythmic song,
Hands, once diligent, now at rest lifelong.
God, in breaking hearts, conveyed,
Only the best, His choice displayed.

Though grief may linger, love remains,
In memories cherished, voids and pains.
For every heartbeat, a life well blessed,
In the arms of God, eternal rest.

8. Title: “Forever Free”

You’ll find me in the Light’s embrace,
Yet trust me, I’m by your side, a steadfast grace.
Though heaven’s where I now reside,
My love for you, unwavering, abides.

Often, I see you in tears,
Hear my name whispered in your fears.
I yearn to lick your face so dear,
To ease your burdens, calm your sphere.

I wish I could reveal to thee,
The reality of Heaven’s decree.
Watch me run and play so free,
Bringing solace, pure jubilee.

Our loving God’s vow to me,
Promises that when the time is key,
You’ll step from darkness into sight,
And meet me in the warmth of the light.

9. Title: “Woods at Night”

Wild geese fly with the moon on their wings,
And a nightingale sits on a branch as it sings.
All is peaceful in the still of night,
and the moon is shining very bright.

There’s only a rustle of a breeze in the trees,
And to night for sure there will be a freeze.
For the air is crisp, so crisp it will snap,
At the slightest sound, rustle or rap.

An owl skims slowly o’er the treetops.
It slowly circles ’round a tree and stops.
It sits and surveys the forest floor,
Captivated by mystery and woodsy lore.

For at night in the forest there’s gamey in the air,
And the wild fox now creeps out of its lair.
It yaps and the stillness is split with a knife,
Yet all else continues with no conflict or strife.

10. Title: “The Parakeets“

They talk all-day
And when it starts to get dark
They lower their voices
To converse with their own shadows

And with the silence.
They are like everybody —
The parakeets— all day chatter,
And at night bad dreams.

With their gold rings
On their clever faces,
Brilliant feathers
And the heart restless with speech…

They are like everybody,
—the parakeets—
The ones that talk best
Have separate cages.

Done reading? We believe you have a favorite poem. You can share these poems with friends and family members who are pet owners and see how they react to them.