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I am a dog
I am not free
Please listen to
My silent plea
My young life began
In a run down, small shack
My first owner was crazy
Common sense he did lack
My mother was beaten
And the pups had no food
Our life was terrible and
Nothing was good
We grew and we left
All going to a new life
Away from our troubles
Our grievance and strife
My next home was better
Though humans had no time
For taking care of me
Not a terrible crime
But, they too, then left me
Out in bitter cold
The wife got a new husband
He said I was too old
They got a new puppy
And I was forced to roam
Gone was the comfort
Of my second home
I was picked up in a van
Driven by a nice lady
She worked for a shelter
Though nice, it was shady
I was quickly passed on
To a man with two kids
Who were both off at college—
My life soon hit the skids
He beat and abused me
I was starved and alone
Finally it stopped
When he dropped me like a stone
On the corner of a street
I was found by a boy
His parents picked me up
And for once I felt joy
My life passed happily
Until they too left me
They said they were moving
Blinded by rage; I couldn’t see
My family! My homes!
My love! All gone
They left me for dead
On a street corner or lawn
So deafened by fury
And blinded by hate
I ran with a howl
Out of the shelter’s gate
They could never catch me
Till a terrible twist
I was hit by a car—
Too bad he didn’t miss
He too left me
On the side of the road
Bleeding and starving
No family, no home
I couldn’t believe it
My death, I’m alone
My life, almost over
But how much had I grown
From a hungry puppy
In an old tin shed
To a happy, healthy dog
Kept warm and well fed
To a beaten, abused
Wretch of a dog
To a happier dog—
Though left out in the fog
They had left me!
I thought as I laid there for dead
Though some, I was happy to see go
I mused as I bled
To death!
I am not free
Please listen to
My silent plea
My young life began
In a run down, small shack
My first owner was crazy
Common sense he did lack
My mother was beaten
And the pups had no food
Our life was terrible and
Nothing was good
We grew and we left
All going to a new life
Away from our troubles
Our grievance and strife
My next home was better
Though humans had no time
For taking care of me
Not a terrible crime
But, they too, then left me
Out in bitter cold
The wife got a new husband
He said I was too old
They got a new puppy
And I was forced to roam
Gone was the comfort
Of my second home
I was picked up in a van
Driven by a nice lady
She worked for a shelter
Though nice, it was shady
I was quickly passed on
To a man with two kids
Who were both off at college—
My life soon hit the skids
He beat and abused me
I was starved and alone
Finally it stopped
When he dropped me like a stone
On the corner of a street
I was found by a boy
His parents picked me up
And for once I felt joy
My life passed happily
Until they too left me
They said they were moving
Blinded by rage; I couldn’t see
My family! My homes!
My love! All gone
They left me for dead
On a street corner or lawn
So deafened by fury
And blinded by hate
I ran with a howl
Out of the shelter’s gate
They could never catch me
Till a terrible twist
I was hit by a car—
Too bad he didn’t miss
He too left me
On the side of the road
Bleeding and starving
No family, no home
I couldn’t believe it
My death, I’m alone
My life, almost over
But how much had I grown
From a hungry puppy
In an old tin shed
To a happy, healthy dog
Kept warm and well fed
To a beaten, abused
Wretch of a dog
To a happier dog—
Though left out in the fog
They had left me!
I thought as I laid there for dead
Though some, I was happy to see go
I mused as I bled
To death!
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The story, as a poem, of a dog's life as he grows from a starving pup to a dog, bleeding on the side of the road.
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The story, as a poem, of a dog's life as he grows from a starving pup to a dog, bleeding on the side of the road.
More from the animal cruelty series might come shortly...
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Really good poem. So much raw emotion and talent is clearly visible here.
Though, if I may, may I offer some constructed criticesm? In my opinion, you should have had more of a pattern in the number of syllables and beats in each stanza and verse. I have been writing poetry for over four years, and poems that have similar syllable patterns generally flow better. Though, I think that you did a fantastic job here otherwise. Super work!
Though, if I may, may I offer some constructed criticesm? In my opinion, you should have had more of a pattern in the number of syllables and beats in each stanza and verse. I have been writing poetry for over four years, and poems that have similar syllable patterns generally flow better. Though, I think that you did a fantastic job here otherwise. Super work!