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Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: cat, love,


Abandoned by your own mother. How could she leave you to die? You were helpless, bedraggled and weak. When I saw you my heart melted… who could resist those huge blue eyes. I scooped you up and carried you home. You cried for your mum; but she was long gone. I gave you warm milk you drank thirstily; then fell asleep in my arms. I begged my mum to let you stay. From that day you stole my heart. I fell in love with my first kitten. Sponsor Ed Ebbs Contest Anacreontic Verse 1 11~07~15

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, cat, love,

NEVER Just A Cat

Oh little one, mine
     How you have stolen my soul, completely
          You worked your furry way inside, and grew my heart to twice its size
     You taught me, in your endlessly patient way, what is truly important
You have the sweetest, most gentle spirit of any creature I've ever known

And I can no longer imagine a world without your fuzzy smile.
     You are the very embodiment of love, unconditional
          And my bright spirit grows every day with my need of your need of me.
     I once told someone how much you mean to me
And they replied, "But it's only a cat!"

"Oh, how foolish you are", I said..
     "How much joy and love and tenderness you deny yourself!"
          If only they, and every other cold-hearted person, could know You
     Or have something in their life as sweet as you
What a different world this would be..

Full of abiding happiness and love.
     You are everything to me, little one
          And I care not who finds me silly or foolish because of that
     Or who finds my time spent with you as wasted
Or who sees you as "just a cat"..

For you are a part of me, and always will be
     As surely and deeply as any other creature I've ever known.
          You are a blessing and a miracle sent from heaven
     And I have a full, full heart and a charmed life
All because.of You.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Cat Poems" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: cat, deep, depression, dog, emotions, funny, love, music, sad, son, storm,

Randomlings 1-34

Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause nothing rhymes with "Macfadyen”.

Randomling 2: Birthday Wishes
For my birthday, I would like a man.
I wonder---can you get one from a can?
Or maybe from a catalog?
Maybe I'll just get a dog.

Randomling 3: Yet Another Cat Poem

toddlers in fur
senior citizens with retractable claws
lions in their own minds
lunch in the minds of dogs.

Randomling 4:  Desert Woes

A sage river in a field of sand:
         so flows hope in a barren land;
                   the crippled heart in prosthetic steel,
                             hacked and scarred, a vulture’s meal.

Randomling 5:  Dark Poetry

Follow poetry to its source;
There find heartbreak and remorse.
Follow poetry to the bitter end,
And there find death, its bosom friend.

Randomling 6: Ode to Bananas

an underappreciated fruit
sentenced to banananality
because yellow is their long suit.

Randomling 7: Untitled  

this heart is closed to deposits.
There's no more room for pain.

Randomling 8: Untitled

My heart is sealed in a cold steel vault,
and I’ve lost the combination.

Randomling 9: Joyce Kilmer 2015

I think that I shall never see
A man as useful as a tree.
One has uses by the score;
The other one is apt to snore.

Randomling 10:  Bedtime Prayers

Now I lay me down to sleep,
A leaden heart is mine to keep.
If I should die before I wake--
Now there’s an offer I’d gladly take  

Randomling 11:  The Devil Wind

Fury with a smoky tail
Eddies of destruction
Deceitful beauty, enchanting danger
Death sporting a makeover

Randomling 12:  A Boy's Best Friend

Your penis—it is not a toy
I told my little son.
O yes it is, he parried me
It's quite my favorite one.

Randomling 13:  Fault Lines

I have a bathroom mirror
that's grown faulty over time.
My reflection is no longer true;
it's developed little lines!

Randomling 14:  Shakespeare 101		

“To be or not to beThat is the question.”
--What question?
THE question!
--Whaddya mean, THE question?
Never mind.																		

Randomling 15: Christmas?

Peace on earth to men of good credit
Who give the gift of corporate profit
in the holy name of commercialism.

Randomling 16:  Musical Believer

Though my conscience sleeps,
wrapped in the Valium of
agnosticism, it awakens to 
the music of Mozart--
once more knowing God
by the sound of His voice.

Randomling 17: Vacuum

I didn't write a poem when you died.
The words would not come.
Perhaps I felt too deeply,
perhaps not enough;
maybe I died too  10/06/01

Randomling 18: Insanity

Insanity is underrated
Its drawbacks,much overstated.
How else to do what you darn well please
And accomplish it with so much ease?

Randomling 19: Dog Day Afternoon

salt, waves, undertow
I don't know what's going
on here, but I'm HAPPY!

Randomling 20: Opposites Attract

i am matter---love, antimatter
never to meet save to explode
i am space, love is time
parallel dimensions never to meet

Randomling 21: Puppy Love

I ride a leaky newspaper raft
Adrift on the linoleum
Anxiously awaiting an
An attack of smelly
squirming happiness
covered in fuzz:
Puppy love.

Randomling 22: Newton's Poultice

Apple falls from tree
Newton (ouch!) takes notice
Comes up with law of gravity
while wearing a poultice
on the solstice

Randomling 23: Ticking

And the clock on the wall kept on ticking
while my life fell apart all around me.
Sweet memories faded to shadow
as my heart fell to pieces inside me.
And the clock on the wall kept on ticking
Relentlessly ticking, ticking
While my life fell apart all around me.

Randomling 24: Untitled

a mosaic assembled from
shimmering, glimmering
tiles of delight and
black-glazed stones of despair
interlocking snowflakes
in seamless beauty

Randomling 25: Seasonal Lament
Daylight shrinks end at both end as summer falls into the arm of winter arm
Randomling 26: Untitled
I didn't want to love you.
Randomling 27: Pills Depression is days and nights curled fetal-like in a dark room, no interest in the world outside, idly wondering if there are enough pills in the bottle to kill you, then thinking it's not worth the effort to find out because you're dead inside already. Randomling 28: Guilt By Association Fresh morning light frames the cat, surrounded by piles of dirt and deceased plants, looking innocent. Randomling 29: Bell the Cat How do you give a cat a bath? Maybe you can do the math. All I know is she stinks to high heaven. And of us there are only seven. How many humans to bathe a cat? Definitely more than where we're at! Randomling 30: Muse
I want to write a poem using the word gossamer. “Gossamer.”
Randomling 31: Ripples
Canoes rock gently under the waxing moon. Black water ripples, painting a beautiful scene under the scented pines.
Randomling 32: Sunshine Waterfall I cleanse my face in a sunshine waterfall, luxuriate in a sunshine shower. Waterfall flow and warm me; sprinkle lemon drops through my hair. Randomling 33: Salon Treatment Hurricanes scour everything they touch, then rinse and blow dry. Randomling 34: My Window Blue sky pokes its face through the canopy of trees. Heat wave is over!

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: cat, love, pets, , Lullaby,

Lilly's Lullaby

She was always there 
     with her big green eyes
Looking up at me 
     and into the skies.

Her dreams were of birds
     and of prowling about.
I tried keeping her in
     but she always got out.

She would hide on the roof
     to hunt unwary prey
then gift them to me
     in her honoring way.

Sometimes I screamed loudly
     at the gifts that she offered
centipedes, roaches and mice
     were some things she proffered.

Praises were always followed 
     by special kitty treats.
While I pleaded with her
     to make no repeats.

She always stood guard
     as if to give me protection
and would curl up close to me
     to offer her affection.

Oh Lilly, sweet Lilly
     please continue to purr
and I will continue
     to stroke your soft fir.

As her song would begin 
     well, it made me cry.
I’ll miss her every day
     until the day that I die.

November 24, 2014

Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: love, son, son, words, me, heart, brother, brother, cat, day, heart, love, me, son,

Jess and Mike

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."

There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him.
It all started with recurring headaches he would have These headaches became more frequent and intense over a few months Next, tremors on one side joined the headaches.
Countless trips to the Doctor and days of having to leave work to go to his side at school to help him through the episodes I blew a gasket I demanded a CAT scan I think that the only reason that the Doctor agreed, was to shut me up But I knew in my gut, that these were not migraines as diagnosed.
The day of the CAT scan came I sat in an area that allowed me to see my son and hear the technicians At first, the techs were very chatty among themselves Then, stark silence As if a tomb door had been shut Then the words that still haunt me were said..."Oh shit"  on of the technicians whispered  I closed my eyes and felt my heart cry out in its pain.

I sat in the Doctors office, waiting for him to come and tell me my son was fine That there was an error in the reading of the scan 
He entered with his nurse, who was carrying a box of tissues and cup of water.
"Your son has an arachnoid cyst The left temporal lobe of his brain is not there In its place is a fluid filled sack The pressure of the filling fluid is causing all the symptoms He will need to undergo brain surgery."
I sat there....numb All I recall hearing are the words...Brain surgery.
The day of the surgery came His younger brother was with me in the waiting roomToo young to understand the gravity of the situation All he knew was that his brother was very sick.
Now, I want to take you to our sons Hospital room, post surgery 
There he was, lying in the big bed White as the sheet that covered his small body up to his chest His head wrapped in bandages Tubes and wires everywhere.
As our son was waking up, his first words were  "Where is my brother?"
Mike flew to the side of his bed and grabbed his hand "I'm right here!"  he said 
Very weakly, Jess was able to say  "I love you Mike."
Mike in turn said, "I love you Jess."
My tears that had never flowed through the whole ordeal finally came  Not out of fear, but for the love that our sons had for one another.

Paula Swanson
For the A Fragment Of Life contest
sponsored by Constance La France

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: appreciation, butterfly, cat, friendship, love, poetess, poetry,

To Constance--broken wings

a fine but sad poet
her poems run deep
into love paradisial
or fraught with thorns

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: cat, love,

Joyous Day At The Train Station

Joyous Day At The Train Station A most absurd thing happened while I made my way to meet my morning train one sunny, summer day. While walking on the path I saw the engineer I see most every day when traveling, but near him was a box of sorts all covered with a sheet. He quickly called to me and said, "please come to meet this stray, a golden-orange tabby cat I caught along the tracks A little irritable and fraught but genial, and he emits the sweetest mews. His fur is smooth and excellent; bright eyes diffuse green glows of iris; he's a beauty with no home." I bent and peered inside, he looked so all alone, but kindly met my eyes with such a generous meow and then moved over close to where I was. Not minding one iota when I picked him up, he fit so sweetly in my arms which I did cup and did appreciate my holding him so near. He tucked his head beneath my chin, and it was clear in order to make him my own, there was a kink... a costly act...skip work todayThen, in a wink, I called my boss, and 'knock on wood', he said okay. An unplanned meeting with my new-found pet this day gave me a special joy, and with a hug sincere, "an admirable kindness," said the engineer. Sandra MHaight ~1st Place~ Premiere Contest: Make A Poem Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Judged: 07/12/2016 Couplet Form using Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables and 6 feet per line
21 Required Words to Include in Poem: Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly, emits, engineer, excellent golden, generous, genial, iris, iota, irritable, kindly, knock, kink, orange, over, order My poem took about 3 hours to compose between two writing sessions: evening of July 2 and morning of July 3.

Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: animals, friendship, love, pets, love, me,

cat proud

A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams 
have just begun
paws atingle purrs  aloud 
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be

Poem Details | by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories: fantasy, love, passionme,

Jack the blue-eyed Peter cat (revised)

The pendulum swings
(Left to right)

Zenith approaches
The vortex opens up…

With head spinning
My spin is heading
Towards your light
On the coattails of a watch and chain…

Tumbling down the word hole
Collecting words,
From the wall of air
That surrounds me,
To consume later…

Too much later
As quixotic adventures
Tilt me away from my pen
And images of you burn ever deeper
Onto the backs of my eyelids

Am I losing you?
Am I losing me?
Do I exist?
Did I ever?

It seems I am always risking
My life
My love…

The roulette wheel
Catches my fall…

Still spinning
I follow the white star
Onto the red
Where the tinker rings her bell
Smiling a Cheshire smile
Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand
And a red-headed pill in the other…

The blue’s stare
Pierces my heart…

The burning flames of the red
Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips
Dissolving on my tongue

I am afraid to open my eyes
But, risking a glance downwards
The insane grin on my mad hat
Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes
That Alice stole from Robin
In Sherwood’s green forest

Now I am calm
As I enter your wonderland…

Melding with your mind
Dancing with your spirit
Swaying with your rhythm
Embracing all that you are

I am holding you so tight…

As the tears roll down my cheeks
The pull of never land
Tearing me from your bed of white roses
Back to the thorns on my bed of nails…


(Right to left)
The pendulum swings

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, best friend, cat, crazy, cute love, friendship, funny,

Staircase Race

March 21, 2015

you shan't win
not this day my furry friend
watch me run

head start - yeah!
close to end he leaps down ledge
watch him fly

staircase race 
wins and rubs it in my face
prissy proud prance

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: cat, feelings, love,

A Special Love

No human heart had he, though his was full of love;
   no human soul, but golden, soulful eyes, aligned
      with mine, revealed a fervent tenderness, above
that which a non-human could truly kind.

A gentle one, he stole my heart and soul away.
   Each day, inside our home or yard, he'd follow me;
      when called, would run from anywhere, without delay,
and jump into my arms or lap so faithfully.

At night, in bed, he'd lay below to warm my feet
   and later, move up closer by my pillowed head
      Come morning, he would gently tap my face to greet;
I'd wake to golden eyes as purrs of love were shed.

For twenty years, my Charlie cat assuredly
   was family to me, entrenched within my heart;
      two decades long, we shared our days wholeheartedly.
The ache still lingers since that day death made us part 

I hold those years I spent with Charlie cat so dear;
   no other pet has come into my life since then...
      for, after years of joy, the pain of death is clear.
I could not bear to feel that emptiness again.

Sandra MHaight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Non-Romantic Love
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Judged: 04/11/2018

Form: Iambic Hexameter, 12 Syllables, 6 Feet per line

Poem Details | by RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: cat, dog, funny, funny love, music,

not me two cats and a mangy dog

the rain fell 
dogs and cats
was late in coming
rolled over in bed 
played dead

until a red 
long haired cat
named Fred
on my head
and my face 
turned red

then a stray 
mangy yellow dog
named Yellow
decided to play 
with me
chased Fred away
and decided to stay

his body heat 
was hot
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat 
named Frank 
chased Yellow
outside to the riverbank

Frank the cool fat black cat 
started to scat 
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
his blues 
went straight 
to my head

then Yellow and Fred 
with guitar and bass
and played backup
to Frank
while I played the bed
to save face

it was all 
going swell
until my neighbors 
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune 
on the wall
and called the cops

they broke down
the door
and took away us four
along with our instruments 
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon 
we sped 

it was in a cell 
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
to trot
and started our prison band called 
me two cats and a mangy dog

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, love, wisdom,

The Crazy Cat Lady

Twice-a-day, though sun or rain, in storm or wind or snow

                    The crazy lady fed her strays, and watched them come-and-go

She had a name for every one, and knew them by their face

                    Though they sometimes had a spat, they treated her with grace

They numbered over thirty, eating more than she could pay

                    But with bottles and her overtime, she always found a way

She oft-times skipped a meal herself, to make sure that they ate

                    And sometimes lived in darkness, if she paid the light bill late

Many nights she braved the chill if she couldn't pay for heat

                    She rarely bought new clothing, or new boots to warm her feet

And it never ruined Christmas when she didn't have a tree

                    Cuz she bought an extra meal, instead, for her feline family

She made art of cutting corners, though she rarely caught a break

                    And countless were the comforts that she gave up for their sake

But she never felt it sacrifice, or her own needs thus impeded

                    She'd lost in love, but like us all, she still needed to be NEEDED

So, if forfeiting for those we love is a nonsensical thing to do..

                    Perhaps we should ALL consider.being a bit more crazy, too.

* SECOND PLACE in the "Crazy Cat Lady" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor*

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: love, passion

Cat-suited and Cute

Cat-suited and cute
Baring flesh to her navel
Her bronzed body
In wanting able
Wrists manacled
As her chest pouts
The needing of join
Her heart shouts
In tethered mode
With silken scarves
To her body delight
One caresses her curves
Her chest rises
Saluting his touch
His manly hands
Now in cupped clutch
Their lips meet
Tongues entwined
Tasting licking
De-vine in dine
Catsuit peeled
Down her wanting curves
Her eyes yearning 
For his manly serves
As she lies there manacled
Hungering for their zest
His adventurous kissing
Starting from her breasts
Torso traversed
As her scents allure
Following her aroma
Heavenly pure
Her thighs, she holds
His manly shape
His shadow drapes
Two engines tuned
To race in time
Revving hearts
In loving rhyme
Manacles opened
To feel her caress
Absorbing each other
Inner flowing finesse
Our sighs in rhythm
Kissing unites
Dove and her Highlander
Cat-suited delight

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: cat, love,

Cat Love

He was grey and hungry and so afraid. Oh, little cat let me into your heart! Oh, little cat let me into your heart! I left him food on the porch water too. Then one day I touched him we both stayed still. Oh, little cat let me into your heart! _____________________ August 20, 2017 Tetractys/Cat Love Copyright Protected, ID 932236 Written for the contest, Let Me Into Your Heart sponsor, Julie Rodeheave Third Place

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: best friend, cat, devotion, grief, loss, love,

My Lily Cat

My Lily Cat

I miss my dear loving kitty,
You died so young, what a pitty!

I loved to stroke your softest fur, 
To watch you play and hear you purr.

You gave such joy, though unaware
How your sweet spirit helped me bear

The many burdens on my mind,
You shared your loyal love so kind.

Your picture sits upon my shelf
Behind the glass, sunning yourself.

I cried for two months when you left,
Inconsolable and bereft.

My feline friend where are you now?
I pray you'll be reborn somehow.


Cat Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: adventure, cat, children, friendship love, funny, giggle, silly,

Where Does My Kitty Cat Go


Where does my kitty cat go every day?
When I'm heading to school, is he getting away?
Or forgetting he musn't let strays in to play?
Where does my kitty cat go every day?

Where does my kitty cat go when it rains?
Does he stop at the station and try to hop trains?
Does he drop by the airport to gawk at the planes?
Where does my kitty cat go when it rains?

Where does my kitty cat go after dark?
Does he meet all his friends to play ball in the park?
Do the fans in the stands tweet and neigh? Growl and bark?
Where does my kitty cat go after dark?

Where does my kitty cat go when I nap?
Does he borrow my clothes? Use my shoes? Wear my cap?
Do you think he's aware that the toes overlap?
Where does my kitty cat go when I nap?

Where does my kitty cat go when I'm sad?
Does he know what a terrible day I have had?
Does he nibble my nose to say things aren't so bad?
Where does my kitty cat go when I'm sad?

What will my kitty cat do when I'm old?
Will he switch on the TV before being told?
Will he sit with me too, watching stories unfold?
What will my kitty cat do when I'm old?

What will my kitty cat know, in the end?
If I show him I care with the time that I spend
and make sure I am there when he's needing a friend,
Kitty will know that I love him  .....The End!


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, cat, love, pets,

Christmas Sweets

Underneath the Christmas tree,
          My Little Sweetie waits for me..
               Warm and snug, curled on the rug,
     There she found me first, you see.

Some years ago, now number eight,
          She'd been there, in a kitty crate..
               Rescued from neglect, she'd come
     On Christmas Eve, and very late.

All was new, the here-and-now's,
          And offering what a tree endows,
               Free, at last, from her rough past,
     She felt secure beneath its boughs.

Soon, she'd found me, and I her,
          Soulmates, (one sans tail and fur),
               Still, we knew that we were two
     Meant for each other, pal and purr.

We share our joys now, very much,
          She helps me with my work and such,
               And just because, she'll wrap her paws
     'Round foot or arm, to stay in touch.

No matter where I've got to be,
          She always has to come with me,
               And when I'm gone she waits upon
     That very spot.and patiently

For ever since that Christmas Eve,
          Each single time I have to leave,
               Quick, she'll go to hide below
     The limbs that gave her first reprieve.

I strive to stretch the holidays,
          And find creative, thoughtful ways,
               To NOT take down the tree and drown
     Her Christmas spirit, (to coin a phrase).

But still, there always comes a time
          The tree, no matter how sublime,
               Gets put away, and that sad day
     Is one I shall not put to rhyme.

Let's just say she's not much fun,
          And won't give love to anyone..
               If she can't see a Christmas tree,
     Her sullen months.have just begun.

Written and submitted on December 28, 2018
For the "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, brother, cat, celebration, change, childhood, christmas, cousin, dad, dog, fishing, food, football, grandparents, grief, halloween, happiness, heart, hero, holiday, home, life, little sister, love, mom, mother, music, native american, sister, write,

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr, Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate.
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix.Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Poem Details | by Gillian Hughes |
Categories: animal, beauty, cat, love,


Oh fantastic furry feline
So silent and still in slumber
White whiskers awaiting to wake
From dreams of docile dormice.

Mysterious and mesmerising moggy
Boundless beauty befalls you
Perfect plush paws and cutting claws
Bright beautiful eyes bestowed.

Oh valiant velvet cloaked vagabond
A spirit so wild and wilful
My love lies languishing in your heart
Come closer to comfort my soul.

Poem Details | by Aiyah Torres |
Categories: cat, character, children, devotion, dog,

Mr Dog and Mrs Cat Love Story

One day their eyes have met,
Two creatures from different place.
Can't hold their emotions,
Love at first sight was embraced.

She's a typical pussy in the  town.
He's a dog who loves her meow.
They planned to live together,
They promised to love each 'till they die

Cat and dog never been depart.
They were always been together ,
through sickness and flu arrive.
A fairy tale love story that no one could divide.

One day,MrDog needed to leave MrsCat.
Cat promised to wait for him 'til they grey and old.
She woke up each day hoping he'll be home.
Holding on to her promise that forever they hold.

Days have passed, someone knocked on the door.
Mrs.Cat already fade her beauty and gloom.
Teardrops dried on her cheeks as she slept.
Waiting for her dog to come back soon.

A patient MrsCat never lost her hope.
That someday, one day, Mr.Dog will run back home.
Kissing her softly and hug her tight.
Whispering her name in the middle of the night.

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: absence, angst, animal, bereavement, best friend, care, cat, dog, farewell, feelings, friendship, grief, happiness, heartbroken, home, hope, journey, joy, loss, love, love hurts, miss you, my children, pets, remember, sad love, sweet, thanks, together, tribute,

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him..oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: cat, love,


He waits for chance to settle on my jeans,
This gentle relative of wild felines.
He starts to purr as he lands in my lap.
It is his preferred place to take a nap.
He paws my hand to get himself a pat,
Aware he is my beloved, pampered cat.
I know the routine, it's been well rehearsed
And wonder which of us will nod off first.

He looks at me with loving eyes of green,
A brilliant color not on humans seen.
We nestle down in comfort of my chair.
No place on earth a more contented pair.
Although my work awaits, I do not move,
For I too need a time of purrfect love.

By: Joyce Johnson
Written and submitted 9/21/14

Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: adventure, allah, allegory, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, beach, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, butterfly, caregiving, cat, child, childhood, christian, christmas, computer-internet, confusion, courage, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, depression, devotion, life, love, sympathy, words, world, pain, light, light,


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: cat, love,

My Charlie Cat

Upon his favored pillow, curled up tight
he sleeps through happy hours without a stir,
tail wrapped around and paws tucked out of sight,
beneath his purring ball of gray-striped fur.
Awake, he fills my hours with happiness—
he pats my cheek with his soft gentle paw
when closely held and purrs with my caress,
while loving gold-green eyes leave me in awe.

Outside, when called, he runs into my arms;
more like a pup, he shows deep loyalty.
My Charlie, so endowed with loving charms…
a special, blessed creature sent to me.
Such tender love for him I feel inside.
His love for me can never be denied.

Sandra MHaight

~3rd Place~
Contest:  Pets
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged 11/29/2014

~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Furry Friend
Sponsor: Royal T.
Judged: 05/06/2016

Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: beautiful, cat, love, pets,

eyes of beauty

striking chartreuse eyes
   my true companion has these...
      beautiful kitty

written 1/11/2014

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: cat, love,

Snuggles and Old Smudges

I told everyone, no more cats for me! After the death of Patches, I was shattered; I still had old Smudges, it was me and she, Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered. After the death of Patches, I was shattered, Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling; Oh, a little grey cat all matted and tattered, A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing. Snuggles came in a cardboard box howling, It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces; A plastic bag held bowls and toys for playing, Running, leaping and meowing never ceases. It was love at first sight, I love her to pieces, Everyday she must check cupboards and closets; Running, leaping and meowing never ceases, Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets. Everyday "they" must check cupboards and closets, They both cuddle up against me when I sleep; Old Smudges and Snuggles run past me, rockets, With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep. They both cuddle up against me when I sleep; I still had old Smudges, it was me and she; With a sigh, they stay all night without a peep, I told everyone, no more cats for me! __________________________ January 18, 2016 Poetry/Pantoum/Snuggles and Old Smudges Copyright Protected, ID 16-746-887-0 All Rights Reserved Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, I Love My Pets! Sponsor, Laura Loo First Place

Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: angel, animal, cat, goodbye, , sweet love,

Tribute to Tommy Cat

Oh Tommy cat, precious little guy,
You knew we came to say good-bye.

Our hands reached out to stroke your fur.
We all knew what would soon occur,

That you would have a lasting sleep,
And in our hearts your love we'd keep.

For fourteen years you were at home,
Brought joy and love where you did roam,

Waiting to greet us at the door
As soon as our feet touched the floor.

Oh yes, how we felt your sweet love,
And soon you'll watch us from above.

They laid you in my arms until
That shot relieved you of your will.

Still, in in my arms, you lay asleep,
Kitty heaven where angels keep.

I asked my aunt who loved cats so
To come to greet you when you go.

She heard me, this is how I know.
Overhead was a huge rainbow!

February 23, 2016

Furry Friend Contest
Sponsor Royal T.

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: angel, cat, love, , cute,

- An Angel In Your Eyes-

                                                   Outside my door
                                             late one autumn evening
                                           A small white wicker basket
                                       In the basket a soft pink blanket
                                       It hung a red heart on the handle
                                                with three little words
                                                    "Please love me"
                                             With curiosity and wonder
                                        I take the basket in from the cold
                                   From the the carpet two shiny blue eyes
                                         two small ears a little pink nose
                                               and a scruffy little head
                                            A tiny, tiny little baby kitten
                                             My heart melts it's so cute
                                                    I love you already
                                                 An Angel In Your Eyes


A-L  Andresen :)  
Copyright © All Rights Reserved         

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: beauty, care, cat, cute love, devotion, feelings, life,

Ode To Pretty Cat

            Ode To Pretty Cat

My cat has female inclinations when it purrs
It does not speak in English using words
But has a perfect soul
Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur

Prefers not fighting and takes flight
At any sign of danger or such notions
Avoids all confrontations
Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold
He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans
Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions
Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions
He’s such a pretty boy

Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions
Such fun and dangling’s, to drag them down, as pleasure toys
We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections 
He’s such a pretty thing
Who simply glows
He’s almost human 
It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day 
I would love to be with kitty all the time
But work and life get in the way
So I must work so Pretty Cat can play

It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions
Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles
Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip
Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat
We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back
I just love being with my little friend 
A true city kitty cat

Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty
My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold
It clings to it and swings with fevered paws
As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock
Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot

It is through comfort found in twine and string
My cat and I find true happiness in things

When I’m with Pretty Cat problems fade far away
Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow
Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake
Our play time has no measure in the hours
I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine

Created on 11/04/14 for  “Pets” -Poetry Contest