Love Poems About Mongrel or Mongrel Love Poems
by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: animals, devotion, friendship, love, petsme,


He’s there for me through thick and thin; Closer to me than my next of kin; With big ole feet, a long wagging tail; And a nose that’s never lost the trail; His long droopy ears have caught many a tear; But I always have comfort whenever he’s near; And I know whenever I am upset, He’ll be there, my loyal pet; He’s got my back, no matter what, My silly mongrel and devoted mutt; My baby Zeus, My faithful friend; The one that will be there till the end.

by Steven Markham |
Categories: animals

The Perfect Choice

I may not have great breeding
I will never go to Crufts
my coats a little shaggy
you could say that I am a scruff
I am not known at the kennel club
the reason is you see
I am just a little mongrel and I have no pedigree
But my tail is always wagging
my big brown eyes are bright
sometimes  I am a little naughty
but I never ever bite
I will run  and fetch the ball for you
Your slippers  I will get
I am really truly very healthy
and I do not  often need to see the vet
So  I am sure that you can love me
though I have no family crest
Go-on please choose me
I promise I will  prove to be the best

by Cona Adams |
Categories: abuse, father daughter,

Con Artist

Poetry Form: Neville
(This form is not included in list of selections)

A Yankee Dime was his pet name
for kisses he desired.
She gave them as required
oblivious of his true aim 
for favors offered her.
Then, like a mongrel cur,
he left her fixed in painful shame.

He was her daddy and she thought
his love was innocent.
Unconscious of his bent
she sensed no danger to be brought
but soon she felt betrayed,
her confidence x-rayed,
her undeveloped soul distraught.

For years she fought to climb above
unworthiness she felt,
without a safety belt,
to keep at bay the hate thereof.
At last her strong faith won
of rancor there was none
nor hunger for a father's love.

by Victoria Schmidt |
Categories: christmas, death, grief,

The Grieving

The Grieving 

A frenzy, a chaos of
celebration all around.
Togetherness and ritual imposed while 
inside of me a splintering

No respite, no escape from 
faces eager to connect 
to share, to love.
Grief is a mongrel here;
an agony of burden on 
the righteous shoulders of joy

I can only run, crying out,
in frantic search of

This tree, this breeze that
gives me permission 
gives me space 
to breathe 
to be

Its tapestry of lace against 
a grey ocean of sky 
shrouds me from expectation,
from judgement,
defending my right 
to grieve 
to peace

At Christmas

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: art, baby, beautiful, love,

Her Princess Amid Enchanting's Courtyard

Walking as if within a dream down, her heart's hushed corridors....
A swarm of gnats gnawing viciously on their mongrel heretics dogmatic
Scrolls his provenance clinging unto it's birth this womb's, in vogue ? Void
Sacrilegious separatism these virulent breeds as bred by, rabid's father tongue
An ark of their own covenants; Elizabethan's, elliptical children studious starve'lings
Intransigent invading illusionist craving conjurers confederations; ancient's sperminations
Luxferre la fox her kismet's quaff a quagmire ? Yet love's looking glass and time, she shall drink.

by Jack Bowman |
Categories: political

Jesus Was From a Mongrel Race

Jesus was from A Mongrel Race

He is not to be trusted, he is mixed;
the purity of his divine grace
muddied by the nasty, lazy, dark, 

he may have been a child of love
but where is love in those hateful, fearful,
Earth dwelling, 

God should have stayed with his own kind
should have mated with a divine female
not polluted his blood with the virus
of ignorance and these slovenly savages

now is the beginning of the curse:
more Nehalem, more Herculean half - Gods
and misfit half-breeds

what made him think that these lowly creatures
are worth anything?

by Anil Deo |
Categories: 12th grade, animal, creation, death of a friend, dog, emotions,

Good Overcoming Dog : G O D

It's a good day to die
If cancer got you back
Three days ago, I shared bread
With Smiley, a friend's dog
I reminded the youth to water him
Two days in a row, they complied
By this morning, 5 April, Smiley left
Us a legacy of love, loyalty, endurance

Many people have played with 
D O G and G O D ( in letter? Poor Spirit?)
I had a mongrel in my teens, RAMU:
He proved to be a prince and a joy
I remember as I say GODSPEED Smiley