15 Best Dog Poems Love Unconditional | Dog Loyalty Poems

Who doesn’t love animals, especially dogs? Dogs are loyal animals, and human friendships with dogs are not uncommon. Loving dogs is a natural process and they are considered a member of the family. We have collected famous Unconditional Love Poems About Dogs . Let’s enjoy them.

My Dog
By Daniel Turner

Every time you look at me
Brown eyes say, “I love you”
When you’re lying next to me
Your snuggle says it too

That soft brown skin’s inviting smell
I pull you to me tighter
I hope you know, somehow can tell
You make my days much brighter

So playfully, you steal a kiss
Like a child, I wipe my face
What have I done to feel such bliss
This gift of “amazing grace”

Each day you show me in some way
The meaning of true love
For you my friend, each night I pray
And thank The Lord above.

Dog poems love unconditional
Dog poems love unconditional


My Best Friend
By Abby Jenkins

Black and white
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes when his name he hears
Loves his ball; it’s his favorite thing
What’s most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate, his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He’s my friend till the very end!

dog poems to owners
Dog poems to owners


By Don Johnson

hope life is like a buttercup
cos this old fool does care
if i was there I’d kiss you but
you might object “how dare”

perhaps I shouldn’t call the tune
and bring you to my sight
attraction brings the moth too soon
if I don’t employ it right

patience like a cattle dog
who lays there in the shade
connected not, just like the frog
before a prince was made

Francine made me do it.

happy dog poems
Happy dog poems


The Power Of The Dog
By Rudyard Kipling

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?

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What I’d Love Now to See
By Andrea Dietrich

My small way of showing anger for this year’s circus of an election process:
I recall when George Bush had to duck
a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck.
What I’d love now to see
is some dog take a pee
on that dump of a Trump. What a schmuck!

What I'd love now to see


Dogs Go To Heaven
By Megan Osburn

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.


My Saddest Day (A Dog Gone Tableau)
By Andrea Dietrich

I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I’d entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He’d turned old and blind)

His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)


Sandpaper and Phantom Rainbows
By Gabrielle Jordan

When I saw him last,
He wore grey bananas on his feet
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem
Yellow kittens for my pleasure,
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon
You are on your way down
The pink parade will catch your fall
Dolphins everywhere
Even under my old brown coat.


When Farewell Must be Said
By Lindsay Laurie

I am gazing out across an empty land,
there is not a thing that interests me.
There is no happiness, in any tear I weep,
for it’s so hard to set your best friend free.

Simply there’s no choice in the time of life,
for nothing born can claim eternity,
so comes a time the head must rule the heart,
but it’s so hard to set your best friend free.

Comfort is to reminisce about the past,
and not dwell on what is a personal cost.
I should be celebrating for the love we had;
not mourning about what I have lost.


Sonnet Chiweenie Boo
By Rob Carmack

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.


After Christmas – In the Moment
By Andrea Dietrich

The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment,
thinking how another Christmas has come and gone.
My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy.
Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn.

Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us.
The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her!
How trusting are these creatures God gives us – how pure!
Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr.

The visit with our daughter and her family was nice.
With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home.
More memories to cherish; the old year passes.
In the moment – grateful – I finish with this poem.


Good Dogs go to Heaven
By Fritz Purdum

She had four long legs and a curved tail
with a smile that made you happy
She had big ears and eyes full of care
and ways that were fun and sappy
She had a big heart and a loud bark
She could look dumb but be so smart
She was loyal and true
She could chase away the blues
and she always knew
that I loved her too
I miss her so
Hard to let her go
Good dogs go to Heaven
she will be waiting for me at the Pearly Gates
Peter will let us in
She jumps with joy as I hug my friend
asking with those big soft eyes
trying to keep mine dry
why are you so late
it’s hard for a dog to wait.


Where I Want To Go
By Daniel Turner

I’d love to buy a boat and sail the seas
Just loaf and let the string of life unwind
Drop anchor anytime or place I please
To visit every island I can find

I’d sail from cape to cape, from gulf to strait
Each bay and channel up and down each coast
My dog would be companion and first mate
Most likely, he’d be sleeping at his post

But every night we’d find a still lagoon
Perhaps we row ashore and build a fire
On first appearance, I’d harpoon the moon
And hold him hostage until we retired

A life at sea, beneath large wind filled sails
With peaceful friends, the dolphins, gulls and whales.


A Leash-Led Life
By Jeffrey Leiser

Down through the thicket,
Over and across the forest bend,
A tail sways, as the wind lifts leaves
of red and yellow.

Aside a pond kissed with moss,
we take a long walk on a clear day,
crawdads and minnows astir.

With hind quarters stiffly creaking forward,
he pants and sniffs at vibrant life
before stopping to rest and regain.

At the edge of the lake,
he laps the fresh water,
his fur glistening, hot to the touch.

Back home, he gets a warm bath,
the fragrance of his fur calling to mind memories
of previous days.

And as he sleeps, that labrador of love
on four legs, I am thankful for the
leash-led life.


By Julie Grenness

The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies,
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?

We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.


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