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J Bjork Mar 19
The day that we declared
each other as home
is a memory I now
have to try and hone
with every mental muscle
that I possess,
and turn it into treasure
labeled with a reminder
to keep forever
so I won’t forget

Now I want to hide away
in our old backyard woods
because this dull city
is that much more mundane
with your absence,
and all I can do is stare at the spot
where you last stood,
trying to accept once more
that life is impermanent

It’s hard not to wallow
in this murky water
that once was our cuddle puddle-
a mind goes where you let it
so I attempt to focus
on your brother instead,
he is a mess but will be alright
even though nothing is right
and we will never be the same

The one thing that will last
is your grace,
as you made sure
to let us know
how beautiful life is
even when it hurts:
we keep you in spirit and name
our sweet angel, the fierce,
Princess Cheetah Sage
05/24
Mina Mar 2
IT SLEEPS IN MY RIBCAGE
CLAWS SUNK DEEP
IT WAKES WHEN I DO
IT ***** MY SLEEP
IT SHATTERS MY SCARS
IT BEGS ME TO BREAK
TO FALL APART
A CAR WITH NO BREAKS
A BEAST UNCHAINED
I CAN'T **** IT'S CUTENESS
SO SHE STILL REMAINS
Her name is Mrs.Cupcake
She's ******* on the carpets
I love my cat so much BUT SHE MAKES ME MAD SOMETIMES but I would never hate her
duck Feb 12
smitten
by your face that looks like a kitten
written
poems that make me feel beaten
rotten
thinking about you often
bitten
on the heart, so listen
sweeten
my life like it's slitten

a poem of ten
dedicated for you like a mitten
on cold days
Àŧùl Feb 12
I'm your X-Man,
Remember me?
You must, right?

I broke up with you,
You richly cursed me,
I met with an accident.

Almost died, but survived,
You came to look after me,
I survived that major one.

I woke up from the coma,
Not so soon as it took me,
But 3 weeks, oh 3 weeks.

I had forgotten the year past,
Most of it did wipe out in me,
All I recalled was your name.

Then I took 3 more months,
To recall what it took me,
To ultimately breakup.

So, I broke up once again,
Again you did curse me,
To eternal loneliness.

And until now, oh until now,
The breakups are done by me,
Whether girlfriends or fiancées.

But I've defeated a challenge,
Triviality you execrated me,
Yes. 'Twas your challenge.

So, you see now, do you?
Yes, you do, you do see me,
Yes, I'm successful again.

And to taste success,
The agony you gave me,
I braved all, all of that pain.

You, you I never cursed,
For you were loved by me,
I'm glad that you are happy.

However successful I may be,
An infinite grief still plagues me,
No real friends except my Father.

I should ignore the pain, you know,
My Father is here now for me,
I hope he is immortal.

I shall adopt a cat in future,
And the cat will love me,
Remove all the grief.

I'll carefully love that cat too,
Just like my Father loves me,
That liaison won't be brief.
My HP Poem #2050
©Atul Kaushal
Zack Feb 9
Winter in full fledge
The cats fur matted with snow
Even he seems cold
Zack Feb 7
This cold winter dawn
A cat runs across the road —
The fox follows suit
I hope that cat is ok
Anastasia Jan 31
it’s time to rest

for a little while, not think
about what’s to come

just listen

remember everything, listen
to the echoes

rest

play with the cat.
Melanie Jan 19
at two and a half years old,
newly adopted, her first home
my cat wouldn't eat
unless I sat with her.
she would lay next to me,
let me hold her in my arms
but didn't trust her world to eat alone
to be in such a vulnerable state
back turned, unguarded.
after all
her history demonstrated, time and time again
that her food would be stolen
she'd have to fight for it
that someone could hurt her
because they did, they had.
two years later
she'll lay next to me
let me hold her in my arms
and eat
even when I'm not there
but some days
she still asks
Kelly Mistry Jan 9
A pool of shadow
A black shirt,
puddled on the floor
Is it him?

Creeping around corners
Yowling up stairs
Heat seeker
     A patch of sun
     A roaring fire
     A warm lap (at the least convenient time)

No more
Nevermore

Gentle spirit
Demanding voice
A presence to fill a room
Emanating
from such a small body

No more
Nevermore

Always up for an adventure
New places to explore
The cat that makes a house
a home

No more
Nevermore

Purring soundtrack
Loving bites
Steady, everlasting love

Singing the song of your people
Heard only in memory,
Beloved
The dead woman’s cat in the furrows of the garden
does not let herself be picked up
although hungry and thin after five days
with the dead woman and a night in the rain.
It has gone to join the other feral cats
among the junk behind the house. To be outrageously
******. On my way to work I try to entice it
with false friendship, guilt that the dead woman is dead.

On my way home I buy a can of cat food
but can’t find the cat. I let her go
to her fate. Later that night I try again
but there’s a tom waiting in her place.

Maybe I could have saved her if I’d known
her husband overdosed last week. Just maybe,
no more.
I ask the neighbors what happened to the kid.
The kid lives with her grandparents, they just used her for welfare.

I used to say
Somebody dies every day, it’s normal.
Walking through a residential part of town
I frightened a cat into the street
where it was hit by a car.
The car drove on and the cat jumped
high in the air over and over to escape its pain.
I caught the cat and held it at the side of the road until it died
and left it in high grass behind a house, sorry I couldn’t do more.
A young boy on a bicycle stood nearby the whole time
and rode silently away.
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