Cage's lined side by side,
sweet little faces all looking at me.
Whining softly sad little eyes
wanting to be loved.
With their broken shattered hearts
they were beaten, starved, and abandoned.
They are just looking for someone
to love, a soft warm place to sleep,
an owner to feed and love them,
to rub their bellies and rub their ears,
to take them for walks,
to tell them you love them,
to give them treats, and
let them sleep in your bed.
Make their hearts whole
once again that the other
people broke. Reassure them
and make them feel loved.
Give them the life that they
deserved. Never let them go,
never yell, beat, or mistreat them.
They all just want to be loved.
Cage's lined side by side
sweet little faces
waiting for you to take them home.
Each little face looking at me
side by side on cold concrete floors.
Barking in greeting saying hello
in their doggy talk.
When you walk past they
start to whine. They just
want to be loved by you.
They were abandoned,
they are scared,
they all want a new home,
someone to love
and care for them.
When there time is up
they will put them down
because they don't have enough
room to keep them all.
How could those people
just throw them away?
There are sweet little broken hearts
looking at me. How can you chose
just one? Their soft little whines
follow me for the rest of my life,
each little face looking at me
My name is Erin Powell and I am 15 years old. I wrote this poem because I have a Shelter Dog, and I am a huge animal lover. To think about all the animals in pounds that get put to sleep just breaks my heart.
sweet little faces all looking at me.
Whining softly sad little eyes
wanting to be loved.
With their broken shattered hearts
they were beaten, starved, and abandoned.
They are just looking for someone
to love, a soft warm place to sleep,
an owner to feed and love them,
to rub their bellies and rub their ears,
to take them for walks,
to tell them you love them,
to give them treats, and
let them sleep in your bed.
Make their hearts whole
once again that the other
people broke. Reassure them
and make them feel loved.
Give them the life that they
deserved. Never let them go,
never yell, beat, or mistreat them.
They all just want to be loved.
Cage's lined side by side
sweet little faces
waiting for you to take them home.
Each little face looking at me
side by side on cold concrete floors.
Barking in greeting saying hello
in their doggy talk.
When you walk past they
start to whine. They just
want to be loved by you.
They were abandoned,
they are scared,
they all want a new home,
someone to love
and care for them.
When there time is up
they will put them down
because they don't have enough
room to keep them all.
How could those people
just throw them away?
There are sweet little broken hearts
looking at me. How can you chose
just one? Their soft little whines
follow me for the rest of my life,
each little face looking at me
My name is Erin Powell and I am 15 years old. I wrote this poem because I have a Shelter Dog, and I am a huge animal lover. To think about all the animals in pounds that get put to sleep just breaks my heart.