Love Poems About Collie or Collie Love Poems
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: art,


Warmth shared inside the dog house
As red cheeked sisters play
Snug and safe from the snowy ground
Mischief dances like rays_

Protected from the wind and snow
Adults won't find them there
As they giggle away the hour
Secure without a care

Scarves, coats, and a Collie puppy
Heat within the shelter
A warmth based upon human love
Not on snowy weather

Painting: Weatherbound
Artist: Arthur John Elsley
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Let It Snow
Written: January 14, 2014 
A form of Poulter's Measure
8,6,8,6 with rhymes on the six 

by Lei Strauss |
Categories: friend, friendship, pets,


Truly loved him ever since he was young
That brown Collie is my sweet pet of mine
Lovely to look at when he shows his tongue
Don’t let him mad if he shows his rare fang.
Running nowhere in an old street line
He is there during my difficult times.
Doesn't talk but I feel his one great love
Our bond is as strong as these sweet chimes
Sweet as those most unforgettable limes,
My brown Collie is a gift from above!

by Bobby May |
Categories: girlfriend,

My First Love

My very first girlfriend
Her name was Debbie Collie
I walked her back and forth to school
I wrote her a poem because she asked me to

It went like this:
I do not know what a poem is but I do know what I want, I want a new bike and a new basketball, a bunny rabbit but what I want most of all is just to be your friend.
After she read it she kissed me on the cheek we were friends until she moved away but I often think about her because she was, my very first love.

by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, baby, cat, cute love,

Ode mEOw the Kitten-

Ode mEOw the Kitten-

Kitty, kitty my kitten, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you sneer, wallow and trot,
Invading my mind all day through the night,
Always dreaming about the clever naught.

Let me compare you to a little spoon?
You are more furry, playful and jolly.
Mean sun heats the rightful peaches of June,
And summertime has the spiteful collie.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your soft paws and attitude.
Thinking of your blurry hands fills my days.
My love for you is the gay latitude.

Now I must away with a poly heart,
Remember my short words whilst we're apart.

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021