Poems About Cats Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about cats seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Pots
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 9:13pm
19th Apr 2020 9:13pm
Tough little geezer.
I had a cat, a tough little geezer
found him on a dump, inside an old freezer,
he was cold and hungry and as wet as a puddle
and the least I could do was give him a cuddle.
I stretched in to save him from harm
and the little bugger, he bit my arm!
I knew he was frightened
so I forgave him this sin,
but then his claws sank into my skin.
I called him a name
which he couldn't keep
as his claws sank, ever deep,
and hissing and spitting, he stood his ground
so I had to concede, this very first round.
I closed the lid on the old...
found him on a dump, inside an old freezer,
he was cold and hungry and as wet as a puddle
and the least I could do was give him a cuddle.
I stretched in to save him from harm
and the little bugger, he bit my arm!
I knew he was frightened
so I forgave him this sin,
but then his claws sank into my skin.
I called him a name
which he couldn't keep
as his claws sank, ever deep,
and hissing and spitting, he stood his ground
so I had to concede, this very first round.
I closed the lid on the old...
#cats
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 11:56pm
16th Apr 2020 11:56pm
Impasse
I sit in my room,
The lamp on my nightstand glows,
My father snores downstairs,
Like a metronome,
If metronomes snored.
Outside, the streetlights cast their sodium haze
Onto the branches,
And there’s probably a party going on,
Down the street.
Not really a party, just some teens
Getting up to no good,
Making a lot of noise,
In their backyard.
I hear the angered meowl and scrowl,
Of one of the many neighborhood cats,
And the cheerful shouts from the youngsters,
Probably poking at it and giving the poor cat...
The lamp on my nightstand glows,
My father snores downstairs,
Like a metronome,
If metronomes snored.
Outside, the streetlights cast their sodium haze
Onto the branches,
And there’s probably a party going on,
Down the street.
Not really a party, just some teens
Getting up to no good,
Making a lot of noise,
In their backyard.
I hear the angered meowl and scrowl,
Of one of the many neighborhood cats,
And the cheerful shouts from the youngsters,
Probably poking at it and giving the poor cat...
#cats
#night
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javalini
Poem Published
1st Apr 2020 1:56pm
1st Apr 2020 1:56pm
The Cat in Spring
that old cat,
her daily gifts --
when spring is born
her interest shifts
from sitting
on an old man's lap,
the window sill
and day long naps
to roaming fields
around the house
and stalking
bird
and hare
and mouse
she lays their bodies
at my step
tattered,
bloody,
broken,
ripped
and who would think
that one so sweet
who purrs and nuzzles
at my feet
could be the brunt
of nature's wrath
and become a vicious
psychopath ...
her daily gifts --
when spring is born
her interest shifts
from sitting
on an old man's lap,
the window sill
and day long naps
to roaming fields
around the house
and stalking
bird
and hare
and mouse
she lays their bodies
at my step
tattered,
bloody,
broken,
ripped
and who would think
that one so sweet
who purrs and nuzzles
at my feet
could be the brunt
of nature's wrath
and become a vicious
psychopath ...
#cats
#spring
503 reads
4 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 8:18pm
30th Mar 2020 8:18pm
Little Wounds
When I found out a step relative of mine, used to cut herself,
I tried one time to cut myself,
To see what it was like,
I hated it, it hurt, I gave it a strong dislike,
I lied and said the bandaid on the side of my hand was a cat scratch (I get those all the time).
But this time,
I just reached for the pocket knife like I've done it a million times,
I've never been one to cut, not the many times
My heart has hurt, so I have no idea why I rushed to it,
And I just did it.
I never thought I would get here,
Not even near.
My first real...
I tried one time to cut myself,
To see what it was like,
I hated it, it hurt, I gave it a strong dislike,
I lied and said the bandaid on the side of my hand was a cat scratch (I get those all the time).
But this time,
I just reached for the pocket knife like I've done it a million times,
I've never been one to cut, not the many times
My heart has hurt, so I have no idea why I rushed to it,
And I just did it.
I never thought I would get here,
Not even near.
My first real...
#sadness
#regret
#SelfHarm
#cats
#TimeHeals
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 7:47pm
30th Mar 2020 7:47pm
Why Won't You Listen?!
Mom, it's not all about you,
I know you're not careless with your children or fur babies but you
Need to realise that Whiskers is getting rambunctious,
He is playing, and causing trouble, and this fear is not fictitious,
Switching who sits in the rocking chair will not save his tail
If he is behind you when you are playing a card game and don't see his tail.
Just get a dining room chair,
This isn't fair.
Stop screaming at me to shut up and let it go,
I will let go
When safety is not on the line,
I can't believe your ego is more...
I know you're not careless with your children or fur babies but you
Need to realise that Whiskers is getting rambunctious,
He is playing, and causing trouble, and this fear is not fictitious,
Switching who sits in the rocking chair will not save his tail
If he is behind you when you are playing a card game and don't see his tail.
Just get a dining room chair,
This isn't fair.
Stop screaming at me to shut up and let it go,
I will let go
When safety is not on the line,
I can't believe your ego is more...
#sadness
#mother
#heartbroken
#cats
#fear
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1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 5:25am
17th Mar 2020 5:25am
animal swag
a contrapuntal poem
the cat would on my doormat stay
behold the dog – he barks
to meow the quiet hours away
and in his eyes are sparks
her furry purr a ball of tease
enticing him to wag
by which she seeks my heart to please
the way most canines brag
a bowl of milk will pacify
a bone is his reward
the feline whims that classify
for keeping robust guard
this puff of fleeting innocence
he’s my sincerest friend
that fills my life with eloquence
until the journey’s end.
©...
the cat would on my doormat stay
behold the dog – he barks
to meow the quiet hours away
and in his eyes are sparks
her furry purr a ball of tease
enticing him to wag
by which she seeks my heart to please
the way most canines brag
a bowl of milk will pacify
a bone is his reward
the feline whims that classify
for keeping robust guard
this puff of fleeting innocence
he’s my sincerest friend
that fills my life with eloquence
until the journey’s end.
©...
#dogs
#cats
#animals #nature
#animals #nature
437 reads
5 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 2:42pm
18th Jan 2020 2:42pm
Something is Fishy and It Ain't Me
I put tuna in a cat carrier
to help this old cat
get to the vet
now she reeks
and everyone is
looking at me.
Seriously it's the fuckin cat!!
to help this old cat
get to the vet
now she reeks
and everyone is
looking at me.
Seriously it's the fuckin cat!!
#cats
#animals
#fish
511 reads
14 Comments
russell_snow
Poem Published
18th Jan 2020 2:31pm
18th Jan 2020 2:31pm
After Breakfast
The cry of the cat in the morning
Clawing its way to my heart
Trying to make me understand
In any possible way she can
I promise
I'll still love you after breakfast,
If you could just do it now, please
Or for now I'll bite your leg
as you run around getting ready
It's much later than we normally eat, what gives, my love?
I'll try to stand in your way now
to let you know, that
I'll still love you after breakfast, dear
I promise
Late for a presentation
I've never been more nervous
Half way...
Clawing its way to my heart
Trying to make me understand
In any possible way she can
I promise
I'll still love you after breakfast,
If you could just do it now, please
Or for now I'll bite your leg
as you run around getting ready
It's much later than we normally eat, what gives, my love?
I'll try to stand in your way now
to let you know, that
I'll still love you after breakfast, dear
I promise
Late for a presentation
I've never been more nervous
Half way...
#love
#cats
#morning
290 reads
1 Comment
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 8:22am
17th Jan 2020 8:22am
Cat Naps
Sometimes when he sees me lying there,
He pounces on to the bed!
Climbing up to my chest,
Nuzzling at my nose,
Purring up a storm;
His sweet little whiskers tickle my cheeks,
And I scratch his furry neck.
He purrs delightfully,
Drool drips down his chin;
His eyes, glazed, in a euphoric daze,
He’s entered a kitty trance again!
Kneading my shirt into oblivion,
With his precious little paws,
And his razor-sharp claws,
Isn’t he the cutest thing you ever saw?
He knows it’s time to take a nap,
So he lies...
He pounces on to the bed!
Climbing up to my chest,
Nuzzling at my nose,
Purring up a storm;
His sweet little whiskers tickle my cheeks,
And I scratch his furry neck.
He purrs delightfully,
Drool drips down his chin;
His eyes, glazed, in a euphoric daze,
He’s entered a kitty trance again!
Kneading my shirt into oblivion,
With his precious little paws,
And his razor-sharp claws,
Isn’t he the cutest thing you ever saw?
He knows it’s time to take a nap,
So he lies...
#love
#cats
#animals
#FreeVerse
#sleep
1257 reads
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 11:04pm
11th Jan 2020 11:04pm
YELLOW EYES
PROLOGUE
THE DREAMS BEGINNING
It’s evening night…..
City life still goes on even if it’s quiet…
I feel safe in this part of town. I love seeing street movement and animals walking to each corner for refuge to mark their territory.
There’s always patrols to watch out for crimes out here. So I have no worries…
It’s been a long day. It’s 6 pm and my friends dropped me off at a vintage store. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, just another simple day. ...
THE DREAMS BEGINNING
It’s evening night…..
City life still goes on even if it’s quiet…
I feel safe in this part of town. I love seeing street movement and animals walking to each corner for refuge to mark their territory.
There’s always patrols to watch out for crimes out here. So I have no worries…
It’s been a long day. It’s 6 pm and my friends dropped me off at a vintage store. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, just another simple day. ...
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#cats
#nightmares
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7 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 7:47pm
7th Jan 2020 7:47pm
Fiddlin' About // No Encore
Little did i know that i knew
so very little, & soon as i knew
how little i could know, the stink
in the swamp was rising in a
methane glow, (Little and slow
we'd have to go, going past
gone, then somewhat more.
Little little was the pussycat;s fiddle (when for really there was no
(such of a fiddle at all a'loud).
once again, i looked so little that I may as well have naught looked the
least fiddlingly of any (of 'em).
So what the hell can you...
so very little, & soon as i knew
how little i could know, the stink
in the swamp was rising in a
methane glow, (Little and slow
we'd have to go, going past
gone, then somewhat more.
Little little was the pussycat;s fiddle (when for really there was no
(such of a fiddle at all a'loud).
once again, i looked so little that I may as well have naught looked the
least fiddlingly of any (of 'em).
So what the hell can you...
#cats
#music
#fairies
#aging
#luck
505 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 3:41pm
13th Dec 2019 3:41pm
Maxwell's tail of temptation
Maxwell's tail of temptation
is unprecedented…
and rather long…
It sticks to him like a shadow
with an inquiring mind
and a song…
It waves about like wafting smoke...
neath other cats' noses in hopes he can stoke a reaction...
Calling for action...
Wherever he goes... mayhem follows
a habit he just can't shake
little guy just wants to play...
all...
day…
long…
Insists on "helping" with every chore
from making the beds to sweeping the floors…
...
is unprecedented…
and rather long…
It sticks to him like a shadow
with an inquiring mind
and a song…
It waves about like wafting smoke...
neath other cats' noses in hopes he can stoke a reaction...
Calling for action...
Wherever he goes... mayhem follows
a habit he just can't shake
little guy just wants to play...
all...
day…
long…
Insists on "helping" with every chore
from making the beds to sweeping the floors…
...
#cats
#WritingPoetry
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