Poems About Cats Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about cats seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
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
1338 reads
54 Comments
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
713 reads
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
538 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
380 reads
8 Comments
David_Macleod
14397816
14397816
Poem Published
19th Nov 2019 8:02pm
19th Nov 2019 8:02pm
Noodles the Kitten
I must admit I am smitten
as I write an ode to a kitten
this could not have been left unwritten
cute when playing or sittin
this ode is poignant and fittin
with the love bug, I've bee bitten
though she has ripped out my knitin
occasionally she's partial to spitin
and missing the tray that she shits in
I will gladly get Noodles to fit in
I will train her without quitin
from the note that I have written
It may become the battle of Britain
home insurance has been underwritten
it's maybe that I am a Briton
as a nation we...
as I write an ode to a kitten
this could not have been left unwritten
cute when playing or sittin
this ode is poignant and fittin
with the love bug, I've bee bitten
though she has ripped out my knitin
occasionally she's partial to spitin
and missing the tray that she shits in
I will gladly get Noodles to fit in
I will train her without quitin
from the note that I have written
It may become the battle of Britain
home insurance has been underwritten
it's maybe that I am a Briton
as a nation we...
#love
#cats
481 reads
8 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 6:33pm
12th Nov 2019 6:33pm
Slow news day
The first to leave the room
were your cats,
followed by a stench
breaching the doorway,
snarling across my face,
the heat only made things worse.
I turned off the breakfast show
and placed a cushion over the scars,
leaving the remote in your grip,
just pressing the button
without touching flesh.
I didn't want to feel the cold.
Two lots of Saturday papers
missed their morning coffee
and completed crosswords.
Then on Wednesday
you were headline news.
'Blood on her shoes'
the pets had slept at...
were your cats,
followed by a stench
breaching the doorway,
snarling across my face,
the heat only made things worse.
I turned off the breakfast show
and placed a cushion over the scars,
leaving the remote in your grip,
just pressing the button
without touching flesh.
I didn't want to feel the cold.
Two lots of Saturday papers
missed their morning coffee
and completed crosswords.
Then on Wednesday
you were headline news.
'Blood on her shoes'
the pets had slept at...
#death
#cats
488 reads
10 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 1:08am
11th Nov 2019 1:08am
Cat-it-ude
oh-my-goodness-gracious
that pussy-cat looks fine…
muscles ripple 'neath his skin
coat’s so sleek it shines…
he broadcasts uptown cat-it-tude
so clean he smells sublime…
he's full of romping energy
a whole lot more than I’m...
that pussy-cat looks fine…
muscles ripple 'neath his skin
coat’s so sleek it shines…
he broadcasts uptown cat-it-tude
so clean he smells sublime…
he's full of romping energy
a whole lot more than I’m...
#beauty
#cats
#nature
372 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 2:14am
1st Nov 2019 2:14am
St. John Doe Does d'DADA
Dada dis, & dada dat.
DaDa dis dat dada.
dadadadadadadada
DaDa worthless.
Dada formless (dada'd'zen)
dada endless
Dada for the Dead
Dada for the Dead
dada for the Years
daDa for the tears
(dada for my dear girl gone)
dada don't do nothin'noway
DADA excruciates itself.
dada asphixiates no none
Dada is not war, dada is the antidote
Tis absurd to be or not be DADA
dada laughs wit d'GoodBook
Dada comes
Dada goes
Dada gone
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
DaDa dis dat dada.
dadadadadadadada
DaDa worthless.
Dada formless (dada'd'zen)
dada endless
Dada for the Dead
Dada for the Dead
dada for the Years
daDa for the tears
(dada for my dear girl gone)
dada don't do nothin'noway
DADA excruciates itself.
dada asphixiates no none
Dada is not war, dada is the antidote
Tis absurd to be or not be DADA
dada laughs wit d'GoodBook
Dada comes
Dada goes
Dada gone
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
#love
#dogs
#cats
#birds
#religion
476 reads
4 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 4:46am
20th Oct 2019 4:46am
People belong...
People don't belong
to people…
People belong ...to cats...
to people…
People belong ...to cats...
#relationships
#cats
#LifeCycle
457 reads
10 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
13th Aug 2019 5:26am
13th Aug 2019 5:26am
The Literary Feline
Cats... devoted seekers after energy
that they are...
appreciate a good literary tome...or
a scientific journal…
And they simply adore a little art history...
every now and again
hoarding... all that accumulated ...
intellectual energy
until they explode... into feline hissy-fits
flinging themselves into mad
races about the house...
as if all the demons of hell
were hot on their heels.
No wonder the little dears
...sleep so much...
that they are...
appreciate a good literary tome...or
a scientific journal…
And they simply adore a little art history...
every now and again
hoarding... all that accumulated ...
intellectual energy
until they explode... into feline hissy-fits
flinging themselves into mad
races about the house...
as if all the demons of hell
were hot on their heels.
No wonder the little dears
...sleep so much...
#cats
#books
395 reads
5 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 10:48pm
22nd Jul 2019 10:48pm
I'm beat up but still going strong
Three dead messerscmits on the window Sill, six more on the bathroom floor
She's quite the huntress that one, princess Esther sitting contently with her daddy.
Hand reared from a day old couldn't ask for a better companion
She's quite the huntress that one, princess Esther sitting contently with her daddy.
Hand reared from a day old couldn't ask for a better companion
#cats
457 reads
6 Comments
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