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Lanna K Dec 2020
The walls, painted with the gloss of all the secrets that you and only you know, or the stuffed animal that has caught your tears through life’s afflictions. Or, the comforter that has kept you warm through those times where you swore this was the night your blood will run cold. Theres a furry, doe eyed, four legged creature of the heart, though there isn't an utter of any sort from either entity, there is a knowing. Stripped to your raw essence, he understands without question.
Jade Wright Dec 2020
We could learn a lot from dogs.  
Not the kind of things that make up a curriculum-
nothing that could be graded, or pass an exam, but useful things.
How to be happy for no reason, how to love without diffidence.
How to grab life and squeeze out all the best bits,
of whatever scrap you’ve been flung.



Jade Wright
To be read aloud on Chapel FM on 15/12/20, as part of their 'six line poems written in 2020' event.
unnamed Dec 2020
i try really hard not to cry a lot.
and i try to stop myself from thinking about anymore sort of losses.
and i try really really hard not to realize the loss my dog is more hurtful than the loss of my late grandfather.
because,
there's a difference in-between spontaneity and fore-told doom regarding loss.
there's a difference between having someone on my bed every night,
and the loss of humanity that Alzheimer turns you into.
i don't know which one i'd rather choose,
another 6 years of knowing they aren't there anymore.
or another dead dog.
i just can't i dont even know what i can't anymore. this is just too **** ******* much emotion i don't know how to handle it. i've spent so long being a shell that being filled with anything but emptiness is confounding and not understandable
Pain. The pain I feel in my chest is blinding. The hurt I feel knowing that I’ll never get to see you again. The sadness that creeps up and down my body like waves in the ocean. The flashing of memories and moments I wish I could revisit. When I first held you in my lap, to chasing you across the yard. I wish you were here. Please come back. My Abby girl. You were my best friend. I took care of you, treated you like the princess you were. The pain in my chest will never lessen. My family can move but I can’t. They didn’t know you like I did. I knew your time was coming. I knew. But for some reason, I couldn’t accept it. I was in denial. You couldn't leave me. What hurts me the most is that I couldn’t say goodbye to you in person. I couldn’t tell you how much of a good girl you were. I hope that you're happy where you are. I hope that you’re not in pain and I hope that maybe someday, I’ll see you again.
real life experiences
unnamed Nov 2020
The loss of friend
Is overbearing,
Is
Overwhelming
The loss of my dog-
is...
just the same.
Knowing death,
And accepting death;
Are annoyingly,
Two very different
And hard things to do.
The loss of a life is...
astonishing
To say the least.
To say the most-
I'd have to accept death,
And I still can't accept the fact my dog is gone
Fear is a dangerous thing.
But it motivates like hell
Just
Sometimes
Not quick enough to make a difference.
There's nothing I can tell myself.
No poem I could write.
No philosophical answer.
To make this better than it is.
This is about as bad as it gets.
We'll see if I make it out.
If I WANT to make it out.
I love you shadow
TheUnseenPoet Nov 2020
Ferrets in the laundry room,
Parrot in the shed,
Hamster in the lounge,
Puppies on my bed.
Snake in the bread bin,
Kittens on the stairs,
Glow worms in the cupboard
To catch you unawares.
Emu in the garden,
Koala in the study,
Piggies in the front yard,
Where it's nice and muddy.
A bathroom budgie,
Dogs guard bedroom three,
When I win the premium bonds,
Who will rescue me?
honeyed Nov 2020
in this moment
laying here
with a little dog
i am okay
sometimes what no longer serves you will let you go instead of you letting go of it. let it leave.
Prachi Oct 2020
What can be bigger a crime,
Than abusing someone;
Who has a heart as you have,
Who is as much alive as you;

Their inability to express,
Through words doesn’t give
You the rights to harass them;
Let alone taking undue advantage.

True utilization of your voice
Would be to speak for those who can’t,
And do not forget that you are
Nothing but a social animal yourself.
Seranaea Jones Oct 2020
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she laid there on the carpet
like a fuzzy brown pillow
i could see her mid-mass
slowly rise and fall

small twitchings of her paws
caught my eye as she began
running in a yard of dreams,
expressing her excitement for 
                    it

a rear leg jerks followed by another
but they never seem to coordinate,
all the same i know she dogtrots
quickly in her vast green parcel

i think now her goal has just
been reached, her legs are
straight and she is softly
barking muted "yes"s
through her nostrils—

her tail wags significantly,
dissipating quietly vented
puppy treats...



"sleep dog"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved

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this was witnessed,"element for element"
one evening in 2008 under a mild sky'd
evening with the windows open—

i saw her doing this and i then
commenced to writing...
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