Inside: 31 Precious Puppy Poems to remind you of your furriest fur baby friend.
Who doesn’t love puppies? Nobody! We all love these precious little babies, our furry friends are so integrated into our lives, it’s impossible to not love them. if you’re looking at getting a new puppy, just got a new puppy, we’re just want to remember how much you’ve always loved your dog even when he was a puppy, these poems are just for you. They say dogs are man’s best friend, but if you’ve ever had a puppy, or even a family dog, do you know if that, and more than your best friends, they’re literally your family. matter how many siblings do you have your puppy? It’s just another children you have your puppy it’s just another. As a human race, I don’t know where we would be, so join me, and valuing and loving on our puppies a little extra today.
Poetry speaks to the heart, and so do our favorite little pets. Sometimes you just need a little puppy love to warm your heart a little bit, and sometimes you just need some puppy kisses straight to your face to make your day.
Feel the love through these poems!
Ways To Use These Puppy Poems
Poems are works of art and there realistically isn’t any other way that poems should be “used” except for the enjoyment and the pleasure of reading them. But sometimes utilizing the use of poetry can make some projects a little more personalized, detailed, and fun.
So… You have some amazingly cute puppy poems here for you to choose from. What do you want to do with it? What are you looking for them for?
If you’re surprising your family with a new addition that just so happens to be a puppy, why not jokingly tell them you have a poem that you want to read to them? Then whip out one of these, and then bring out the puppy as a surprise.
Did you just get a new puppy? And need a good caption for your Instagram post consisting of a 10 photo slideshow of your new best friend? A short puppy poem is the way to go.
Maybe you simply are a preschool or otherwise younger elementary teacher and you know that little kids love the idea of puppies just as much as adults do. Making a puppy coloring sheet with a poem attached to it works wonders, and if they’re at the reading age, I know they would love to read a poem about these little fur babies. This works great too for nannies and anyone else that spends a lot of time with children.
These are some of the ways that these puppy poems can be of use, if not just to be read for pure fun. Enjoy this poetry and enjoy your puppy!
Puppy Poems For Kids
1. A Dog For All Seasons
Some like San Diego
where the weather’s always great
I prefer the seasons
that we have near our great lakes.
In winter, when I walk my dog
it’s freezing, but we go
He sticks his head in snowbanks,
and his facelifts up the snow
when spring is here, the leaves sprout forth
My dog is such a pain
He dashes out and tromps into
the puddles in the rain.
The summer’s warm and humid
and the sun shines hot and bright.
I take my dog out, walking
in the coolness of the night.
when autumn comes, we really like
the brisk October breeze
We crunch the leaves together
as they float down from the trees.
Some, like San Diego
say it has the perfect weather
But we prefer four seasons
that’s my dog and I together!
2. Dogs on the Couch
Mom, the dogs are on the couch!
I was busy packing my lunch pouch.
I can’t get them down
For a walk around town.
I think they want your seat.
Let’s give them a treat.
3. It’s Just A Dog
You may be a dog
But to me, you’re more
You’re the light in my fog
You put up with our war.
It’s just a dog
Are the words from someone
Who has never seen fog
And whose wars have not begun.
Through thick and through thin
You’ve stayed by my side
Even when I can’t win
Even when hope has died.
You’re the angel I wished for
You’re the best friend I’ve had
You’re all I wanted and more,
And I love you like mad.
4. The Story Of Nibbly McNibbleson
Nibbly McNibbleson was the dog nibbling queen.
She’d nibble everything when she couldn’t be seen.
She nibbled her legs, and she nibbled her paws.
She nibbled so much; her poor body was raw.
Then, she nibbled her blanket the whole of the day,
to the point where she’d nibbled the blanket away.
One day, she tired of nibbling her bed,
and decided she’d try doing licking instead.
So, she licked all the mirrors, the tables, and chairs.
Then, she licked all the rugs and the carpeted stairs.
Her licking won a place in the dog Hall of Fame,
and so Licky McLickerson became her new name.
5. Always Love Your Pet, No Matter How Old They Get
Pets are people, too, just like me and you.
They need food in their tummies and lots of beefy yummies.
They are little, but their hearts are BIG.
They like to go outside, get fresh air, and dig.
From big to small, they give their all,
And you can play with them with a toy or with a ball.
To the special bond between human and pet,
always by your side, forever, I’ll bet.
Your faithful pet depends on you
and all the special things for them that you do.
Pets help teach us nature’s true compassion.
They do not withhold love, nor with it do they ration.
And with our pets, I have no doubt,
that we are lucky not to have to live without.
A furry friend that’s always happy to see you,
from life’s ups and downs and all that people do.
It’s quite a sight for sore eyes to behold,
because that bond is as special as gold.
Always show them love and good measure,
and reap each day a true friend to treasure.
Children, remember to be good to your pet
Be loving to them, no matter how old they get.
Never abandon them or leave them out in the cold or heat,
and you’ll have a pet that’s super neat!
Always treat them with kindness and love,
for they are truly a gift from above!
Be understanding and patient with them, because they will be for you.
And never, ever forget this, my friend, for pets are people, too.
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the author.
6. My Dog And I
When living seems but little worth
And all things go awry,
I close the door, we journey forth—
My dog and I!
For books and pen we leave behind,
But little careth he,
His one great joy in life is just To be with me.
He notes by just one upward glance
My mental attitude,
As on we go past laughing stream
And singing wood.
The soft winds have a magic touch
That brings to care release,
The trees are vocal with delight,
The rivers sing of peace.
How good it is to be alive!
Nature, the healer strong,
Has set each pulse with life athrill
And joy and song.
Discouragement! ‘Twas but a name,
And all things that annoy,
Out in the lovely world of June
Life seemeth only joy!
And ere we reach the busy town,
Like birds my troubles fly,
We are two comrades glad of heart—
My dog and I!
7. My Dog Likes to Disco
My dog likes to disco
on TikTok for fun.
He’d rather start dancing
than go for a run.
My dog likes to wiggle
and jiggle and jump.
He bobbles his noggin
and wriggles his rump.
And when he’s done dancing,
this doggy of mine
will pick up his cell phone
and post it online.
He puts up a video
once every day
so people can watch
as he wiggles away.
He started on TikTok
for something to do,
and now he’s on YouTube
and Instagram too.
He’s trending on Twitter
and Facebook as well.
I guess that I should have
been able to tell.
You see when I rescued
my dog from the pound,
the sign said, “Purebred
social media hound.”
8. My Puppy Is A Handful
My puppy is a handful,
so full of energy
she jumps around to greet us
and wags her tail with glee.
She digs when in the garden,
getting muddy from her head to her toes.
whatever goes on in her mind,
heaven only knows.
She bolts her food so quickly
and barely chews at all
she saves her chewing for the rug,
our shoes and the kitchen wall.
Everyone tells me she will improve,
and I want to believe what they say
so I’m hoping our dear little puppy
will become docile one day.
We want to create a harmonious home,
so we’ll try exercise, discipline and rest,
and trust that she will calm down
for we can only do our best.
Remember the saying
Let sleeping dogs lie
Now I have my own puppy
I can understand why!
9. 99 Dogs
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I saw two people heading off for a walk
with 99 dogs in a pack.
So, I asked them why they had so many dogs,
and they thought for a while and said back,
“We’ve tried having different numbers of dogs:
from a lot to hardly any.
The lesson we’ve learned is 98’s not enough
but 100 dogs is too many.
10. My Dog
My family got a new dog.
Its fur is short and white.
I absolutely love him,
but something is not right.
His ears are soft and long
and flop along the side.
His tail is quite short
But also very wide.
He’s positively quiet.
He never makes a sound.
He’s got a real cute jump
when I put him on the ground.
I’m sure when he grows up.
He’ll be massively strong.
His favorite food’s carrots
He eats them all day long!
11. Puppy And I
I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
“Where are you going to, Man?” I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
“Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
“Where are you going to, Horse, today?”
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
“Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
“Where are you going to, Woman, so early?”
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
“Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?” “No, not I.”
I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
“Where are you going in your brown fur coats?”
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
“Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?” “No, not I.”
I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
“Where are you going this nice fine day?”
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
“Up to the hills to roll and play.”
“I’ll come with you, Puppy,” said I.
Poetry About Puppies
12. A Little Dog That Wags Its Tail
A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose –
The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a ‘bit of noise’
Beseech each little Boy
13. The New Dog
Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come
this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities–
as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.
14. Bereavement
Behind his house, my father’s dogs
sleep in kennels, beautiful,
he built just for them.
They do not bark.
Do they know he is dead?
They wag their tails
& head. They beg
& are fed.
Their grief is colossal
& forgetful.
Each day they wake
seeking his voice,
their names.
By dusk they seem
to unremember everything—
to them even hunger
is a game. For that, I envy.
For that, I cannot bear to watch them
pacing their cage. I try to remember
they love best confined space
to feel safe. Each day
a saint comes by to feed the pair
& I draw closer
the shades.
I’ve begun to think of them
as my father’s other sons,
as kin. Brothers-in-paw.
My eyes each day thaw.
One day the water cuts off.
Then back on.
They are outside dogs—
which is to say, healthy
& victorious, purposeful
& one giant muscle
like the heart. Dad taught
them not to bark, to point
out their prey. To stay.
Were they there that day?
They call me
like witnesses & will not say.
I ask for their care
& their carelessness—
wish of them forgiveness.
I must give them away.
I must find for them homes,
sleep restless in his.
All night I expect they pace
as I do, each dog like an eye
roaming with the dead
beneath an unlocked lid.
15. Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night
He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I’m awake, or awake enough
he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.
“Tell me you love me,” he says.
“Tell me again.”
Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over
he gets to ask.
I get to tell.
16. A Puppy’s Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas
The gifts were all wrapped
When the smell, well…it hit me
Our new puppy had crapped
I knew I could smell it
It was not just a ****
The puppy had dropped one
I awoke with a start
I could hear a slight rustle
As he went to his bed
But, the smell made me nauseous
And it turned my eyes red
I could hear a slight jingle
From the dog tags he wore
It was then that I found it
In the hall, by the door
I had not put on slippers
I had not hit the light
I just hope I could see it
Try as I might
But, as puppy bombs go
this was one for the ages
It had started out loose
And had grown in three stages
My foot found it first
And before I could halt
It was between my toes
And it wasn’t his fault
If I’d turned on the light
I’d have seen it, no sweat
But, now, I was hopping
With a foot, brown and wet
I was off to the bathroom
Hopping mad, so to speak
when from out of my bedroom
I heard “What’s that reek?”
It was worse than it started
Now, I’d helped it along
It was me, now in trouble
And somehow, that was wrong
Down in the kitchen
I could hear the dog snore
While, I was still hopping
On one foot by the door
My wife, said “go shower”
And clean up the rug
I hopped to the bathroom
And sat down, with a shrug
It was the night before Christmas
I should be out like a log
But, this is my life
Because I own a dog….
17. The Dog
The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I’ve also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.
18. My Puppy
My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
My puppy is tons of fun,
My puppy does this all day.
My puppy loves to fetch
My puppy loves to slobber
Throw a bone, he’ll catch
My puppy has even stopped a robber!
My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
Then his fur turned grey,
And he died last May.
19. The Little Puppy
The cute little puppy
who always wanted to be picked,
he’d lay on his belly
and roll over for a trick
but no matter how much he keeps on rolling
the people walked by
and kept ignoring
So this is when he decided to bark
and that was when the hitting would start.
This little puppy
now grows old
feeling sick
and needs a home.
But one day a door opens
and she walks by.
This lady in green
has now arrived.
She looks at him
deep in his eyes.
He starts to growl
she then realized
This puppy really needs a home
such one, he could call his own.
So she takes him, so far away
the puppy once again, began to play.
20. For A Little Doggie
I wanna buy a puppy
A really happy puppy
I wanna buy a puppy
A happy big-eyed puppy
I want to buy a puppy
A warm and cuddable puppy
I want to buy a puppy
A pup won’t slobber silly
I wanna buy a puppy
One that’s so go-lucky
A happy happy puppy
I wanna buy a puppy
I want to buy a puppy
A big fat furry puppy
The warmth and love of puppy
I really want a puppy
Dog Poetry
21. puppy lover
Puppy kisses sweet and meaningful
They are full of love
Never are they brutal
Or harmful
They don’t break your heart
They are like sunshine
No judgment shows in their eyes
No hate flows from their mouths
They cuddle you even when you don’t want it
They are there when your walls break down
And you can barely gasp for air
Even if you are mad at them
They still make you smile and feel wanted
I do not believe that any human can make you feel
The way a puppy does
Nothing smells like puppy breath
There are no words to describe
The smell at that age
It smells like sunshine on a cloudy day
22. Puppy
Innocent tornado of joy,
adorable wind of air,
I’m blown away
by your presence.
Your energy
simply put
raw exuberance,
overwhelms me
in to submission.
Caught in your gust
lost in your playful spin,
I never had a chance.
Your just too cute
23. The New Puppy Promise
Puppy, I promise tp make a home for you
where you will always be safe.
I will be patient with you as you learn
where to do your business
and what not to chew.
I will play with you every day
ad take you on grand adventures,
so you, too, can see the world.
I will listen to what your ears and tail
and eyes are telling me.
I will help you find your favorite spot
to be scratched.
I will let you be a dog who barks and romps,
but I will also take the time to show you
how to be courteous to me and to others.
Sometimes we may disagree.
Sometimes we may get mad
and hurt each other’s feelings.
But Puppy, I promise to never give up on you.
Please don’t give up on me!
I may be slow sometimes, but I will learn.
I will do what it takes to keep you healthy.
I will be generous with walks, hugs and treats.
Each day we’ll discover new things together.
You will be mine, and I will be yours– forever.
24. Puppies
Puppy on the table,
Puppy on the floor,
Puppy knocking over things,
And scratching on the door.
Puppy has dug up the lawn,
Puppy wakes up at dawn,
Puppy eating rocks,
And chewing up my socks.
Puppy ate my sisters slippers,
And ate the fins off her toy flipper.
Puppy played in my sisters room,
Sister said puppy’s at his doom.
Puppies, joyful puppies… happy
He ate a carton of saltwater taffy.
Puppy’s heart is big and strong
He’ll be my best friend all year long.
25. The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz
As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves
The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted—
Black dogs, tan dogs,
Tubes of glorious muscle—
Pursuing pleasure
More than obedience
They race, skid to a halt in the wet sand,
Sometimes they’ll plunge straight into
The foaming breakers
Like diving birds, letting the green turbulence
Toss them, until they snap and sink
Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet, with passionate speed
For nothing,
For absolutely nothing but joy.
26. Puppy
There once was a little beagle who was stuck in a deep puddle of mud.
The puppy struggled and struggled, only to become more exasperated.
Crying and pouting, the beagle finally gave up and let himself slide neck-deep into the mud.
He laid like this all night, until the next morning, only his brown-speckled head was atop of the mud pile.
A small child walked by the puddle and to him, he saw a giant mass of mud with a head.
The young boy screamed in horror, but ran closer to get a better glimpse. To his surprise, the beagle woke up and yelped to be free from the mud. The little boy felt an immediate affection for the puppy and jumped into the mud puddle and pulled the dog out.
The lesson?
I’m still trying to figure this one out, too.
I’ll let you know when I figure out the lesson behind this one.
27. For I Will Consider Your Dog Molly
For it was the first day of Rosh Ha’shanah, New Year’s Day, day of remembrance, of ancient sacrifices and averted calamities. For I started the day by eating an apple dipped in honey, as ritual required.
For I went to the local synagogue to listen to the ram’s horn blown.
For I asked Our Father, Our King, to save us for his sake if not for ours, for the sake of his abundant mercies, for the sake of his right hand, for the sake of those who went through fire and water for the sanctification of his name.
For despite the use of a microphone and other gross violations of ceremony, I gave myself up gladly to the synagogue’s sensual insatiable vast womb.
For what right have I to feel offended?
For I communed with my dead father, and a conspicuous tear rolled down my right cheek, and there was loud crying inside me.
For I understood how that tear could become an orb.
For the Hebrew melodies comforted me.
For I lost my voice.
For I met a friend who asked “is this a day of high seriousness” and when I said yes he said “it has taken your voice away.”
For he was right, for I felt the strong lashes of the wind lashing me by the throat.
For I thought there shall come a day that the watchmen upon the hills of Ephraim shall cry, Arise and let us go up to Zion unto the Lord our God.
For the virgin shall rejoice in the dance, and the young and old in each other’s arms, and their soul shall be as a watered garden, and neither shall they learn war any more.
For God shall lower the price of bread and corn and wine and oil, he shall let our cry come up to him.
For it is customary on the first day of Rosh Ha’shanah to cast a stone into the depths of the sea, to weep and pray to weep no more.
For the stone represents all the sins of the people.
For I asked you and Molly to accompany me to Cascadilla Creek, there being no ocean nearby.
For we talked about the Psalms of David along the way, and the story of Hannah, mother of Samuel, who sought the most robust bard to remedy her barrenness.
For Isaac said “I see the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for the offering?”
For as soon as I saw the stone, white flat oblong and heavy, I knew that it had summoned me.
For I heard the voice locked inside that stone, for I pictured a dry wilderness in which, with a wave of my staff, I could command sweet waters to flow forth from that stone.
For I cast the stone into the stream and watched it sink to the bottom where dozens of smaller stones, all of them black, gathered around it.
For the waterfall performed the function of the chorus.
For after the moment of solemnity dissolved, you playfully tossed Molly into the stream.
For you tossed her three times, and three times she swam back for her life.
For she shook the water off her body, refreshed.
For you removed the leash from her neck and let her roam freely.
For she darted off into the brush and speared a small gray moving thing in the neck.
For this was the work of an instant.
For we looked and behold! the small gray thing was a rat.
For Molly had killed the rat with a single efficient bite, in conformance with Jewish law.
For I took the rat and cast him into the stream, and both of us congratulated Molly.
For now she resumed her noble gait.
For she does not lie awake in the dark and weep for her sins, and whine about her condition, and discuss her duty to God.
For I’d as lief pray with your dog Molly as with any man.
For she knows that God is her savior.
28. The Victor Dog
for Elizabeth Bishop
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez.
The little white dog on the Victor label
Listens long and hard as he is able.
It’s all in a day’s work, whatever plays.
From judgment, it would seem, he has refrained.
He even listens earnestly to Bloch,
Then builds a church upon our acid rock.
He’s man’s—no—he’s the Leiermann’s best friend,
Or would be if hearing and listening were the same.
Does he hear? I fancy he rather smells
Those lemon-gold arpeggios in Ravel’s
“Les jets d’eau du palais de ceux qui s’aiment.”
He ponders the Schumann Concerto’s tall willow hit
By lightning, and stays put. When he surmises
Through one of Bach’s eternal boxwood mazes
The oboe pungent as a bitch in heat,
Or when the calypso decants its raw bay rum
Or the moon in Wozzeck reddens ripe for murder,
He doesn’t sneeze or howl; just listens harder.
Adamant needles bear down on him from
Whirling of outer space, too black, too near—
But he was taught as a puppy not to flinch,
Much less to imitate his bête noire Blanche
Who barked, fat foolish creature, at King Lear.
Still others fought in the road’s filth over Jezebel,
Slavered on hearths of horned and pelted barons.
His forebears lacked, to say the least, forbearance.
Can nature change in him? Nothing’s impossible.
The last chord fades. The night is cold and fine.
His master’s voice rasps through the grooves’ bare groves.
Obediently, in silence like the grave’s
He sleeps there on the still-warm gramophone
Only to dream he is at the première of a Handel
Opera long thought lost—Il Cane Minore.
Its allegorical subject is his story!
A little dog revolving round a spindle
Gives rise to harmonies beyond belief,
A cast of stars . . . Is there in Victor’s heart
No honey for the vanquished? Art is art.
The life it asks of us is a dog’s life.
29. Patriotic Patty
Patriotic Patty skated all over the USA
With her sidekick, Angel, who loved to play
Angel did not wear skates, but he could sashay
Better than most puppies, born in April or May
They dressed in stripes and stars, red, white and blue.
Patty’s skates are as red as the most vibrant roses’ hue
They throw out advice, Patriotic Patty and her pup.
Winning trophies, ribbons, and many a loving cup.
30. Thing One and Thing Two
Two gingers arrived in my garden side by side
She was a kitty, he was willing to help her hide
Puppy and kitty, can they get along? Someone said.
These two gingers were friends, pals, neither well-fed.
I said to my man, “I cannot keep one without the other”.
I don’t like cats, he replied, but that dog acts like her brother.
He came around quickly, because he has an enormous heart.
And we could both tell these two did not want to be apart.
We named them Thing One and Thing Two, just for fun.
They liked lying around, soaking up Vitamin D from the sun.
They are now a lot older, but so protective, these two.
We love them to pieces, Thing One and Thing Two!
31. Bernese Mountain Puppy
He had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen.
On cuteness overload, my desire was keen.
Just one more puppy, I said to my tolerant husband.
I heard the long sigh, and I dipped into my fund.
My other two dogs had a different reaction.
The big puppy dog followed him around with satisfaction.
Sophie the queen of the house ignored the interloper totally.
How this will all end up, I guess we will see.
My husband is just as sucker for this dog as I.
He said to me “now I can see why….
“You could have never let him go home with another.
Only one question. Did he have a brother?”
Puppies are just little fur balls of joy, and you can’t resist the urge to pet one and love one when you cross its path. As you fall in love with the idea of cuddling with a puppy all over again through these poems, I hope you found yourself searching for puppies available for adoption near you! I know I did while compiling this post for you.
Puppies are some of the sweetest things in life, and it’s hard to find anyone that doesn’t adore them. Dogs in general and the way that they so beautifully portray the concept of unconditional love is a lovely thing, and I think it’s fair to say that anyone that owns a dog believes that their dog deserves the world. And they do! I would do anything for my puppies… Those aren’t quite puppies anymore but they’ll always be babies in my heart.
If you want to keep to some of the happiest and sweetest themes, here are sunshine poems to inspire you to get up, go outside, and get some vitamin D! There’s no better mood boost than a puppy and some sunshine.
