saraaaa asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 1 decade ago

What do you think of this poem?

It's about my dog, who recently passed in December all in about 3 days of finding out she had a heart tumor and was put down...

I relied on her a lot growing up to get through my parents divorce.


Your eyes of sparkling chestnut brown

Once gazed upon me with curiosity

A velveteen coat

Like wisps of sunlight

Danced upon you in bliss of the air

With boundless energy

Ever in my thoughts and dreams

You were as Happy as happy comes

Surrounded by love

Your ‘pack’

Loved without bounds

And a lover without judgement

Ever loyal, ever graceful

Compassion embodied you

You strengthened me

When I could rely on no one else

Then suddenly vanished

Before my eyes...I couldn’t believe

But there you were

One last gaze before you were taken

To a better place

And lay there in the silence

Out of my reach

A deep awakening falling over me

Like a black veil; uncontrollably

I miss your smile

I miss your smell

I miss your soft hair once brushed against my cheek

Cradling the dews of my soul,

When I needed you the most

I miss you

3 Answers

  • 1 decade ago
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    Pets occupy our hearts in very special ways.

    When they are gone, a vast emptiness is left.

    Your words are a fitting tribute to a lost companion and I am glad your memories celebrate her life rather than dwelling on her absence. It is a healthy way to assuage the pain of loss. Perhaps the following poem may also help to lighten your heart.

    Verse For A Certain Dog

    Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,

    Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.

    All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.

    (For Heaven’s sake, stop worrying that shoe!)

    You look about, and all you see is fair;

    This mighty globe was made for you alone.

    Of all the thunderous ages, you’re the heir.

    (Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)

    A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;

    High in young pride you hold your noble head,

    Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.

    (Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)

    Lancelike your courage, gleaming swift and strong,

    Yours the white rapture of a winged soul,

    Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song.

    (God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!)

    "Whatever is, is good" — your gracious creed.

    You wear your joy of living like a crown.

    Love lights your simplest act, your every deed.

    (Drop it, I tell you—put that kitten down!)

    You are God’s kindliest gift of all — a friend.

    Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt,

    You ask but leave to follow to the end.

    (Couldn’t you wait until I took you out?)

    Dorothy Parker (1893—1967)

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  • Erika
    Lv 4
    3 years ago

    For me a poem has to have rhythm. It does not inevitably could rhyme even with the shown fact that it needs to hit my thoughts. i think of clarity of expression is important besides. i don't desire to 2d guess what i'm reading approximately. I continually seek for what I term "poetic gem stones"interior the text textile.

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  • 1 decade ago

    That's a great poem

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