Pets poems bring the best collection of short and long pets poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great pets rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these pets poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on pets are here for you.
Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer
Drop by drop the water falls down Down on earth with a giggling sound. It makes the earth cool and soft And nourishes the life on earth with all its might. The crystal like water drops Refresh the mind and
Walking down Fifteenth Avenue trying to ease the cramped claws of plantar fasciitis out of my foot sun is juice-orange above the horizon keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky there is shredded paper in the gutters firecracker red
”Shards Of Happiness” Happiness and contentment The best gifts of God, happiness Glitters in innumerable shards Writing verses gives immense Pleasure to bards, their quills are like the golden rods. Happiness is like a broken crystal ball, broken into pieces
(1) What echo says in his revert? It says, I have no dwelling; not at furrowed paths or nooks or crooks, not at mountain peaks or in shadow vales, not at bottoms of pets, not in mouse-holes, or in cloaks
We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant
Why do we feel love? Do we even know what loves is? How do know when we’re in love? Does anyone really know? Songs have been sung about love for thousands of years. Stories, poems, books and movies flood our
Written by: Mario Vitale Shades of pine grafted in again resign Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone My meadow had a thorn certain credit The factual harm of its heartless swarm Featured within in the created design with pine
Darkness shrouds the dying day, turning everything still but the shadows, growing they are now the undead, gliding towards altars for their daily prey. The silence is just a blindfold, the night but an illusion, things unheard best left unsaid,
The dome has collapsed. You walk in fire on the eve of exhuming yourself, picking up the pieces of humming life. Eye to eye, the patience was wearing thin, fears had positioned themselves, at the doors, snarling. A mass grave
She wanted the attentions He needed a companion Through their journey in life Fate made them cross path Between them, grew much feelings The infatuation, carried alongside their friendship His affection for her was indescribable Her indifference for compassion was
To find a safe god he traveled inside the books to develop the tradecraft of winning the world. Fog squinted from the sky and elite sun waited in the lobby. Steel-pellets, flesh and body parts will follow, to nip the
Ouroboros is its own meal The same is true with Those from own country that steal! To hamstrung the incumbent Most party members are not hesitant. Ouroboros,they adore their party, Which they obliviously or Otherwise sully with A rent-seeking identity.
Was a little hesitance on my part or may be it was just some lethargy after that long duel Every bone inside of me , was screaming savagely Make no mistake about it I didn’t quit They’re questioning me now
Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
Look at these lines – fishing for compliments – Hooked, they drag us back. Leave us squirming on the dry bank: Palpitating, bruised from the fight. Removing the pin from the mouth It’s a painful business. But worthwhile. Who’ll throw
“O you woman! Why do you after all submit To who that ever hurts and hits, Causes you only sufferings Distresses are his offerings. And gives you nothing Except tongue-lashes And choicest accusations? What after all do you get From
No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name, inviting the rain to wet the brown grass
I cheer up when I see thy nature… Thy nature in depth of creativity… I wonder how thou created wings… Wings of those unbalanced creatures… Those angels and demons… Silencing parity of loquacious radars… Those unsung musical rhythms… Rhythms that
The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day comes soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t
Problems Belong to A huge, Closely-knit Family! When Problems come, They come With all their Relatives And distant relatives In tow! So, If you are Inviting problems, Be prepared for A huge guest list And a long stay!
O tree, beautiful tree in the garden! Teach me the art of living! You have mastered so well ~ Feet planted strongly in the earth Branches raising arms to the sky Giving shade to the weary traveller Welcome shelter to
We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse
Sky drank the moon when night was cool. A lone tree on roadside waits for the prowling wolf to steal the electric skin like the veins on the breast. River was flowing nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy. Still the thirst
We speak like rattling rain And fumble through inhibitions Before we reach each other. I dip each word, in the inky darkness of my mind and hang it over the moon. And he, He glorifies the crescent Day after day
We’re in a little trip to our mindscape, I’m here with me to accompany me. We’ve brought some dreams and hopes, And a little grief. We’ve none but we’re not alone, That’s our story in brief. We’ve planned to spread
I watched the wind having wicked fun today Stripping leaves from trees and hurling them like confetti Forcing flowers to frantically dance to any old tune Sucking up grit and spitting it in unsuspecting faces Snatching hats from the heads
Oh my love, Thank you for bringing me this precious gift, Life without you my love, Will be nearly impossible, I rather stare death right in the face, Than losing you for more than one second my love, I feel
Observe not to hold anything your own Struggle and playing in the midst of heart Never feed them any Let them nourish themselves They take the time they need and perish or vanish Instead, fill it with a fruitful thought