Not at all. Post as many as you like. Only requirment is that you submit onyl poems that you wrote yourself.

I think the Mill Busters website is just awesome and I feel honored to have my poem posted there. I hope we can all shut these creeps down one day!

Yay!
I think I started a personal poem train. All of these poems are awesome.
Let's keep them coming, guys!!

And I would be honored to have my poem on the site. Here it is:

I know that God is watching me,
I know He hears my plea,
I know He has something planned for me,
besides this wire beneath my feet.

I am feeling very exhausted,
But I don't know what to do.
My body is aching, my legs are numb
and I do not have any food.

This cage is kind of crowded,
But I still feel so alone,
I hope that He will guide me,
And find me a loving home.

I miss my children dearly,
Their warmth is all I need.
But they were stripped away at birth.
Because of selfishness and greed.

The wind is blowing harder,
And the cage is getting cold.
I can feel the winter coming again,
I wish I had a cozy home.

I am beginning to feel weaker,
With every passing day.
I hope He finds me someone to love
Before I pass away.

I'll probably end up writihg another one! All of your poems are so deep and influential. :p

Wow Natalie. That is really awesome.

u can post my poem anywhere u need/want to.


DAY 1
i open my eyes for the first time
my mother licks me tenderly, like i am worth a million bucks, but i feel like a dime.
i am hungry,
trying to take some milk from mommy, to no avail,
she is to weak to feed me, to sickly and pale.

DAY 2

everything is becoming clear,
all my siblings hve opened their eyes,
we huddle close for wamth
from the blistering cold.
our mother surrouds us
with love and protecton
she is the best mother
in the world.
the cold freezes us like water in a freezer
our naturally warm bodies are already sick,
at a few weeks of age, we want to die
we feel a hundred years old.

DAY 3

a creaking noise, a howling wind,
dogs barking at us in warning
we open our frigid eyes and peer at
a human that is unlocking the cage,
this is the first human we have ever seen.
he has a sack with him,
we pant and whine,
thinking he has food.
instead he shoves his hands greedily into the cage
and grabs my brother.
my mother growls with all her might but this human strikes her
and she falls down, unconcious.
one by one he shoves us in the sack.
we are silent, with fear, with dread,
of what might come next.
suddenly we stop swaying in the sack
we hear a creaking door open and we are thrown in a worse cage than before.
smells are putrid,
like manure and urine.
this cage is crowded with other scared and sickly puppies
whining for their mother.

DAY 4

we get moved to a petstore.
some of the pups are the lucky ones.
they came from a good place
that we only see in dreams.
a little human girl comes to our cage and stares at me with
apprehension as i lay there and watch her with only my eyes.
she wants me,
she asks her human mother is she can keep me.
i pray that she will turn away,
for all she sees in me is a cute little puppy,
but beneath my big brown eyes lies torture
and the great fear of leaving my brothers
to go to a human home,
worrying they will abuse me
like the home that i once had known.

DAY 5

i wake up, still in the store
with fright i notice that the little girl
is once again standing there
her eyes wide with delight she says to me
"i am taking you home puppy"
i whimper as a hand of a human reaches down and picks me up
he puts me in a box and shuts it.
i bark
but no one answers
i whine and cry
but my mother is no longer here for me
i worry
if i will ever eat
i suffer
the torture of a puppy who is only a few weeks old
the box stops moving as i worry.
the hand moves once more,
a door
banging open
the same door
creaking shut.
the box opens and two hands descend into the box.
i am placed onto the cold floor.
my tail tucks in as i cower but
as i look up i see that these eyes are gentle
filled with love.

DAY 6

i fell asleep with the little human.
i am starting to trust once again
but i am weak from having scarce food since birth.
the little girl gently carresses me and carries me into a room
i cower once more
' will i be put in a cage again' i ponder
but no
i yelp in appreciation as i see two bowls ahead of me.
i gallop with all my stregnth and eat
until, for the first time in my life
i am content.

DAY 50 (skipping)

i wake in the morning feeling odd
my legs are weak
me head, dizzy
i cant walk straight
i collapse
'will i die' i wonder
my humans take me to the doctor and he tells us that i am ill
i have a tumor in my brain.
each minute passes
i feel weaker and weaker
my humans cry and tell the doctor
the know my time is over
my humans kiss me and i weakly thump my tail
a poke,
a cold liquid soars through me
i lick the little girl's palm gently
my big brown eyes shut
this is it,
i knew it would come,
my time is done.

think twice before adopting a puppymill pup

Rex'z momma. That was so touching. I have tears pouring down my face as I write back to you.

It really hurts me...SO BAD, that these dogs are living a life of pain and torture. They're born, only to die.

How can people do this???!!?!?! How can they be so cruel!!!!!!

Everyone who wants to have their poems available for the public to read...please go here www.millbusters.com/forums and post your poem.

You all did an amazing job!