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Eyes deeper than the greatest forest They stare into my very soul. with the knowledge of the wisest sage. Dragging me back from the deepest hole.
Your calming noisesYour soft, soothing furYou have always been there for meand I will always be there for you
The thoughtthat anyonecould hurt you…
Breaks my heart.
Cats, round balls of fur.
They move only in blurs.
Does my vision deceive?, Godspeed.
A cat zooming by at topspeed.
Somebody abandoned their cat and it's a damn shame.I have decided to call her Penny, that is her new name.After being abandoned, she decided to live here and she has chocolate brown fur.
Somebody abandoned a cat in my neighborhood.They no longer wanted her so they got rid of her for good.At first, she'd come on my property for a few hours and then she would leave.
Dark and silky,
clean and shiny.
There lies, akin to the devils,
those bewitching pupils.
Slowly advancing, four majestic paws.
(Note: This is not a picture of my cat. It's a picture of a cat that looks very similar.)
Farrokh Bulsara a.k.a. Freddie MercuryBritish singer, songwriter known universallyConfirmed he had AIDS and then died the next dayHis music through Queen still rocks us all the way.
Have you ever been inspired
by an animal you admired?
They ask "Who inspired you?"
You don't often say "Maine coons"
You may think of your brothers,
your sisters, or Dad,
Tinkle tinkle tinkle-
Klink
Thus goes my cat onto the shelf.
Tinkle tinkle tinkle-
I have a cat named Willie
He has the nickname of Billy,
He loves to meow
It’s adorable, anyhow,
He has a bell on his collar
Which was just a dollar,
Empty
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise.
Understanding Death
Death is abstract.
It comes in varying forms,
and sneaks up on you.
Suddenly, she appeared.
Inside
My tears fall swift and silent.
It is too quiet…
Deafening silence fills the air,
lays on my bed,
and covers the floor.
One Hundred and Sixteen
These quiet halls are bleak with emptiness.
My footsteps, slow and loud, alert no one.
The door to my room grows taller,
A Cat and a Change
Constant scrutiny and miscommunication.
The silent critic made life unbearable.
Home was ripped away again,
Blood red lips kiss the mouths of stained glass bottles.
Bottoms up, seal it shut with a cobblestone cork.
It’s almost religious; it’s almost romantic
I do not hear the most pleasant things
At night when my cat’s collar bell rings.
I hear spirits whispering,
sinks running,
children laughing,
As she looks out the window, her tail swishes.
Is this what’s become of her wishes?
This panther turned domestic
Is no less majestic
Than the vision of herself
That she left high on a shelf.
Every time now I come home
Her inviting eyes on me from the window.
Vibrations rise from her tiny throat,
calling for my attention, making me feel whole.
She is my greatest friend, who would never
After days of needing some inspiration
With a lot of stress and perspiration
I decided to sell my creative muse
Since, as of late he has been of little use
I have no idea what I should ask
Orange, white, black, and brown,
I know you won’t let me down.
Round, fluffy, chunky monkey,
Why are you always hungry?
Playful, smart, clever, beauty,
You are my splooty booty.
The silent tears roll down my face
Soon a fire takes their place
My eyes look up with murder and hate
My skin a cold and pale slate
Your hand that reaches out for mine
And gently coaxes the angry cat
It has been a few years since I’ve last talked to you.
You’ve slipped my mind as I lived and grew.
I write to you this poem of mine.
I hope that it’ll make it to you just fine.
Oh my dear egg, I have to be clear,
I’m not very happy with you,
When in my face,
You decide to stick your rear.
A cat with flair,
A beautiful creature
With a mane full of snow
Silently sits
Though she always knows
In the dark nights
When no one is near
He comes
The only one to hear
Late at night the door gradually creeks open wearily shedding undesirable light.
The unknowingly mocking scratches on the lifeless cold floor.
I have a cat
That is unfriendly
My skin their claw mat
Claws that claw a-plenty
I have a feline
Looks of silvery gray
It feels like a summer day,
Laying on the front porch step.
It feels like an old house,
Existing as quite unkept.
It feels like an empty schedule,
Our daily visitor’s a special cat,
No-one can really argue about that!
Across the road she comes to our side,
From the animals at her house she wants to hide.
Once upon a time there lived a cat.
Though he was no ordinary tom cat,
for he was Puss in Boots.
With cunning ticks and an all to uncanny wit,
Once upon a time
There was a little kitten
Who was very different
From the others in her litter
She was born in a barn
There once was a princess
With a heart built to grow
It's not really my business,
But I felt you should know
She's said to be sleeping
We all know the fable
But instead of her dreaming,
Notice
The domesticated house cat
With his fluffy tail and silent paws
He sits perched up high with not a care to call his own
And he sunbathes
Notice
How he has no care over who passes by or through
Last year I was at a funeral for my grandmother.
My strong, polish grandmother
Who grew up in Dachau concentration camp.
We all wept,
Me especially,
My cats
meow a song
of hunger and thirst while
we prepare meals for their routine
dry feast.
They run
back and forth between the kitchen
and the hall where they eat,
Jay seems like a monster in the morning
Angry about having to leave his bed
Yet once he has his coffee a change happens
Relaxation, relief and more awake than before
The days can only get tougher
And life can only get harder-
But when I walk in the door and am greeted by your excitement-
My day can only get better,
And my smile can only get brighter.
Sweet sentiments the birds sing to me,
This greenbelt of tall and lean,
shimmering tropical colors of green.
It peaks through my window,
dancing facets of light.
Touches the skin and warms the sight.
I'm a tiger. He's a lion,
Or maybe it's a she.
Well, I guess it doesn't matter,
Because I am better than them, you see?
You may call them the animal kings,
And, yes, they're pretty tough,
She is in my bed,
trying to find her place in the waves of sheets.
For the sheets have already taken me,
into an ocean of sleep,
Drifting further and further away.
Away from the thought of her,
You see the sign, it says stop
You're obedient so you have no choice but to halt
You look through the window, you fall in love with the cat on the neighbour's roof top
You feel she's the only one who can give you the lot
Coco is my cat,
He is very fat.
He likes to cuddle.
He doesn't like puddles.
I couldn't live without
the way he chirps and shouts
when he is away from me.
He smells like my home
Tell me,
would you enjoy the jungle?
How would you feel
about salty wind hitting your fur?
The very first thing you would do
would be run away.
I can picture it now.
Couldn't live without
She is my number one best friend
Purring all night long
1.
Mechcanical man
Rundown machine still has use
Broken as I am
2.
Living piece of night
Inky slinky shadow cat
From the darkness, purr
3.
Colors of life, gone
The beautiful black cat,
The one I never originally picked out,
But the one I'm glad I ended up with
The beautiful black cat who sleeps with me at night,
licks my tears when I'm crying,
My shoulders hurt from studying
I can not stop I can not stop
Through the book I am fumbling
I can not stop I can not stop
My cat comes by
My water spills
My work is wrecked
My cat walks on
Here lies the cat in grander soft and big,
In dreams he prances quickly and sly.
If possible cat would catch the horrible pig,
He who does not stop being a bad guy.
Ancient roots running deep.The strongest of instincts coursing throughthe blood of one so familiar to us.
Don’t foresee
Everything
With discontent
A day
Will come
For you too
Beauty
Is not something
That is concerned
To the way you look
The only thing
Sleeping, little shape,
Tail twitching from playful dreams,
Peaceful, purring, sweet.
Cat-God.
Scars on human souls
like cracks on china plates,
stone-cold glue seeping from wounds
frozen mid-drip.
Cat-God.
Paws against old wood shelf,
one furry oaw on slick porcelain.
Home is where the heart is
But if the heart is not at home
Does it curl up in a ball
Or does it find a place to roam
Home is where the heart is
But in this house it is not warm
Ah how did I get here?
My curiosity has awakened.
I don’t have many qualities,
But don’t shed a tear.
For I love myself,
I have never-ending curiosity,
And I always fulfill it without any fear.
Lilith, Baby Cat, Booger Ball, Booger...Bean.
You knew your name before I did.
I fell in love with you when you were first born on the fouton.
Your eyes were closed, you fit in the palm of my hand
My dog, mine. My life disrupted, my space invaded.
No! Down! My nerves a wreck.
Come here, you hungry? I love you.
Pee on the floor,hair everywhere, stupid dog.
Here comes the kitty cat
Pitter pat, pitter pat.
Searching for a willing hand
To pet and scratch his back
He squeezes through my doorway
And I see his long tail sway.
There once was a cat that lived behind a house,
He was a fierce hunter and loved to chase the mouse.
I could feel her soul fading, her temperature dropping, and her heart beating one last beat.
I used to fall asleep, head brushing fur
to the gentle melody of your steady purr
And I can still remember exactly how it felt
warm and safe and comforted, my head on your pelt
glistening gold eyes
peering with curiousity
the slender black
frame
stalking and
circling
innocently evil.
Cat
An animal with fur and 4 legs
Meowing and Dancing
Chasing mice down the hall
Leaving Footprints on my heart
Stormy
He walks through his world with strength in his stride
He flaunts his power and all other creatures hide
Razor sharp claws protrude from his hands and feet
I'm looking at my cat
She's peacefully sleeping
She's getting kind of fat
And each eye a little peeping
Nissa loves to annoy us. She meows and acts coy to fuss. She may be bullemic, but she loves to take our food and lick it.
my cat spunk is great, he's never one to hate, he loves me good or bad, he's not a passing fad. He likes to cuddle and purr, he has the softest fur. He's always there for me, i hope he repeats history.
Sly glittering eyes
Feathers all around
More cunning than wise
Being without sound
Hunter in disguise
Blue fire eternal
I noticed you leave as it rained yesterdayWiping the last of your paw prints awayI joined with the sky as the heavy drops fellNow my windshield is bare and my heart is as wellI got home from school and waited for you
soft fur
fat cat
from twenty pounds
to ten
at twelve years old
and still a fat cat
in my mind
with baggy skin
who can't eat
and softer fur
protuding bones
watery eyes
Lightning's Haiku
I love my kitty
I rescued him off the street
His name is Lightning
Unconditional Love.
The rumbling purr
Or the wagging tail
Of that family member always there to greet you.
The gentle nudge of a little nose,
Wet or whiskered with a velvety feel,
Like a best friend,
Poetry is there.
It is always open,
And it is always fair.
Like a mother,
Poetry is there.
It will always accept you,
No matter what you dare.
I never thought I would see a mean cat
It was indeed a day to walk outside
It's fur looked damaged for it did look fat
I could not believe it, I almost cried
The cat was enraged with demonic hate
Our neighbors, being our neighbors
put him in a cardboard box
by the barn so on coming
home I would not, running
to his corpse, collapse and cry there
by the road. What care
did you have, my little Summer
The morning sun shining brightly over the orange grove
The sun warming the plants and animals, signaling the start of yet another day
Dust coming up in clouds as the tractor meanders through the trees
She wakes up alone--
Except for a cat by her side.
And she is happy
She eats breakfast alone--
Except for a cat by her side.
And she is happy.
So many people rushing about
Heading to Atlanta, to Seattle, to New York
Only thinking of themselves, their destinations, their time.
The man with the newspaper so wrapped up in the politics/sports
Unsuspected you creep on the carpet
Your paws move in a slow caress
Your eyes moving like rolling marbles
And your back an arch in Paris
Have you ever had something just catch you?
Right when you were off guard.
That little, spontaneous, thing.
That makes everything that made you so weak
So fragile
So lost
Never step on the tail of a cat.
For all you know, he could be lying on the mat.
And if you take one step on his tail,
You will surely hear a most frightful wail.
There once was a cat named splat
Who wore a funky hat
He fittled and fuddled
And stepped in peters puddle
And that was that.
Black coat, with the white underneath
Got the breath of her last bath on her teeth
And she’s an actress, doesn’t miss a single beat
Rubs up on your leg when she wants to eat
But in pitch black you must beware
What inspires me is when you don't read,
you refuse to look into a world that I'm forced to perceive.
What inspires me is when i sit here and bleed,
lay here and shed tears,
cry, cry and plead
Listen to Me for once in your life!
You don't know what this pain really feels like.
No one knows what I'm saying to you.
All you hear is a bark or two.
I lie neglected all day, every day.
Slanted, sly
the cat comes up from the barn's stone side
in a clearly evoked mode of attack.
I watch from behind the screen closure,
reclined, reading the paper.
The mouse or bird or rabbit cannot be seen,
