Waiting at the Door Dog Poem (Emotional Pet Poems)
This collection of poems is really fun to read, waiting at the door dog poem is a conversational poem between a dog and its owner.
Waiting at the Door Dog Poem
This is a collection of emotional poems written with the idea of an emotional bond with pets. the poet also uses dogs as a strong tool of imagery, symbolism and metaphor.
Waiting at the Door
I was just a pup when we first met,
I loved you from the start,
You picked me up and took me home
and placed me in your heart.
Good times we had together,
we shared all life could throw,
but years passed all too quickly,
my time has come to go.
I know how much you miss me,
I know your heart is sore,
I see the tears that fall when
I’m not Waiting at the Door.
You always did your best for me
your love was plain to see,
for even though it broke your heart
You set my spirit free.
So please be brave without me,
one day we’ll meet once more,
for when you’re called to Heaven
I’ll be Waiting at the Door.
By, Brenda Landers
The Ballad of Rum (waiting at the door dog poem)
A dog wandered into our garden one day,
A friendly old mutt, didn’t look like a stray.
We never discovered whence he had come,
But we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum.
Now as family members, even dogs must work hard,
So we put Rum on duty next door in our yard,
Bright eyed and watchful by night and by day,
But not much of a guard dog, I’m sorry to say.
He barked at the cats and he’d bark at a toad,
He barked at the cattle outside on the road,
He barked at the horses – so where did he fail?
You see, Rum liked people, and he just wagged his tail.
He liked the yard labor, an amiable bunch.
They fed our dog tidbits and scraps from their lunch.
Rum wolfed it all down, but to our dismay
He seemed to get fatter with each passing day.
Then one night when Rum was laid at his ease,
A burglar crept in just as quiet as you please.
He saw no alarms, heard no siren howling,
No guard dog for sure, there’d be barking and growling.
But Rum was awake and he’d seen him alright,
Delighted with company this time of the night,
He flew through the yard, his new friend to greet,
And his weight bowled the burglar right off of his feet.
The intruder got up and ran off with a wail
And Rum right behind him still wagging his tail.
He departed the yard he’d come in to burgle
Like a champion athlete clearing a hurdle.
But Rum couldn’t jump gates, so sadly instead
He picked up the thief’s wallet and went back to bed.
Next morning the evidence everyone viewed,
When Rum brought it to us, (just a little bit chewed).
Once given the wallet, the police didn’t fail
To capture the burglar and put him in jail.
His confession like wildfire spread through the town,
How a big vicious guard dog had knocked the thief down.
We all howled with laughter when we heard the story,
And Rum was our hero, he was basking in glory.
There’s been no attempts since to burgle our yard,
For everyone knows now that Rum is on guard.
Dogs Go To Heaven (waiting at the door dog poem)
You’re the best friend I could ever ask for,
The one I can talk to.
You listen to everything I have to say;
I’m really going to miss you.
You’re growing old
And can’t walk as fast,
But don’t you worry,
I won’t forget about our past.
I love the comfort you offer,
Except when you chewed up my shoe.
But it’s okay, we all make mistakes.
I’m really going to miss you.
We loved to play ball,
Chasing it down the hill.
You’re the hairiest of them all,
But you still get the chills.
It’s almost time to go.
Don’t worry about me.
Just do it slow,
And forget about all the fleas.
I love you with all my heart,
The best friend I’ll ever have.
I’m really going to miss you.
I love you, and that will never change.
By, Megan Osburn
Our Imperfect Dog (waiting at the door dog poem)
We love our dog with all our hearts,
But not so much her stinky farts.
Her doggy breath is less than fresh,
Yet we hug her nonetheless.
From barking she will not refrain.
The house and yard are her domain.
Park on the street or walk on past,
And you will likely cop a blast.
Meter readers, couriers,
Serve to make her furious.
Possums, lizards, neighbour’s cat,
Will not be shown the welcome mat.
In the name of crime prevention,
Airspace gets the same attention.
We feel safe, it must be said,
From birds that dare fly overhead.
She wages war with the lawn mower,
Outdoor sweeper and leaf blower.
And switching on the vacuum cleaner
Won’t bring out her best demeanour.
This causes some embarrassment,
This doggy form of harassment,
But she does provide protection,
And for that we feel affection.
Once introductions make the rounds,
Her friendliness, it knows no bounds.
Though not all guests are fully rapt
With thirty kilos on their lap.
Should you leave your nice warm chair,
On your return you’ll find her there.
And when she’s urged to please vacate,
She’ll turn into a limp, dead weight.
To baths she has a strong aversion,
Desperate to avoid immersion.
Yet she’ll display her dive technique
In any muddy pond or creek!
We give her scratches, make her smile.
Give an inch, she’ll take a mile.
Stop and she’ll demand still more,
Prodding you with paw and claw.
“She’s got character!” we all say.
At times it’s just a nicer way
Of saying she’s our problem child,
Kinda crazy, kinda wild.
For all her faults we love her dearly
And in turn she loves us clearly.
She’s our funny, gorgeous girl.
We wouldn’t trade for all the world.
The Power of the Dog
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?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
By, Rudyard Kipling
Hope you had an amazing read, this collection of poems is capable of making you and your dog have a stronger bond. Whenever you think of writing a poem for your dog, come here for inspiration.
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