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Cat Heaven Poems | Cat Poems About Heaven

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Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum | |

In the garden of Eden, I am the kitten

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In the garden of Eden
There is no sorrow and cries
I am the pretty kitten
Playing with blue butterflies

There is no sorrow and cries
Here, Love blooms in every ground
Playing with blue butterflies
Only caress can be found

Here, Love blooms in every ground
Butterflies flutter and play
Only caress can be found
I sleep on the grass or hay

Butterflies flutter and play
My paws do not hurt any
I sleep on the grass or hay
I like to play with many

My paws do not hurt any
I am the pretty kitten
I like to play with many
In the garden of Eden

09.03.16

7 syllables per line

Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Emerald Cat

I’m going to L.A. and I’m going to smoke and wear black
What a rainy day
I would be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
Flower’s dancing in the rain

Dream brother, dream brother, dream brother is on my mind
Jeff Buckley, hell yeah
Oh how sad
It’s too cold to wear only my panties and long t-shirt

Only Emerald Cat can save me
I don’t feel inspired anymore
Gimme that tiara, princess everywhere
Honey, welcome to ‘50s

That soft and jazzy sound on my mind
You know, when I get tired of life I listen to Elvis
I need my man, I need somebody
I don’t want to listen to oldies all alone anymore

Only Emerald Cat can save me
I don’t feel inspired anymore
Gimme that tiara, princess everywhere
Honey, welcome to '50s

My red, velvet party dress
Feeling sexy, killing you
Feeling '50s queen in my heart
Living like a homeless, but c'mon

My red, velvet party dress
Feeling sexy, killing you
Feeling '50s queen in my heart
Living like a homeless, but c'mon

Only Emerald Cat can save me
I don’t feel inspired anymore
Gimme that tiara, princess everywhere
Honey, welcome to '50s

Only Emerald Cat can save me
I don’t feel inspired anymore
Gimme that tiara, princess everywhere
Honey, welcome to '50s

Copyright © Gabija Paliulyte | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

A Gift From Heaven

After a long day of thinking, the...................Cats
lurk up on my belly and begin.......................Purring
towards where my soul lies deeply tucked......Away.
What was it that held me captive all day?......Sorrow
chilled me sore, but no more........................Are
those thoughts in me. No............................Doctors
could excavate that lump of dread................From
my sick spirit, but it left when I prayed to......Heaven.

Copyright © Kari Mitchell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballade | |

The burrow


My heart lays within the burrow. 

In the stillness of this place there is beauty, its envelopes the terrain. 

Softness is embodied in the rich colors of both shade and hue. 

Lush emerald herbage, grass swaying within the current that embraces you. 

Twilight, a glistening blanket ensnared within the ebony backdrop. 

There is an abundance of life, it thrives in the meadow. 

To the wolves who bay. 

To the coyotes that cackle. 

There is life within the burrow. 

May you play in the evergreen for an eternity, your mind privy to time. 

Chase the swiftness of the jack rabbit, paw at passing fireflies. 

Nestle yourself among the comforts of the vegetation, embrace both warmth and wonder. 

Incarnate is this place. 

For my heart lays within the burrow and as do you, as do you

Copyright © Whitney Hart | Year Posted 2016