Abc Cat Poems | Abc Poems About Cat

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Vito the Kitten

There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street,  will be kissing his paws .

for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.

Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves 
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays 

Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep. 
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !

Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast , 
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.

Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.

No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all 
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw 

One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Poem 2 You

If I had to live a day without you in my life 
it would be like Living without the warmth of the Golden sunshine and light,
It would always be a rainy day without you

Blue skies that are clear and bright
Would be out of sight only
Grey clouds and storms in view
Without a dear and special friend like you.
A colourful and cheerful rainbow
Would simply not exist if you were not
Apart of my life.

You Bring me Laughter, Sunshine,
Warmth and Light making my
Life a pleasure and Real Delight adding sunny
Happy hours and filling all my days
With warm hot rays of summer sunshine and showers of love and 
Friendship Divine
I want you in my Life Always.

Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013

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The man and his cat

A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat. 
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared. 
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love. 
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal. 
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life. 
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.  
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion. 
Everyday the man pays  more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur. 
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment. 
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst. 
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.  
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done.  He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.  
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness. 
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him. 
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man. 
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.

I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.  
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.  
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.  
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair. 
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.  
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick. 
So make good of your time and to the people in your life

Copyright © steven pineda | Year Posted 2011

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Mask Of Illusion

Mask of Illusion…….                    10/7/09

Crying out in the night minions of death surround her with dark intent, cruelty known
Dying once again she welcomed the fate that awaited life had become without dignity, pain unyielding.

Mask of illusion spelled harmony nonexistent reality lost in days cold treason, continued
Shadows from the edge creep along the waterline casting the smell of fear death calling,touching

Beginning travels near and far start with an infant’s clumsy steps untried and true, falling
Journey’s maze leads down roads long and unknown, laughing we forgive the night, smiling

In the midday sun lines can be seen clearly forming on weathered faces tired, expressionless
Youth’s favored status once the envy of mass’s scolding opinion has given way to old bones, cold

Once prideful steps quick and light, beauty was everywhere and within reach grasping, firm
Time is not friendly, tricking those unsure without season or hesitation, insensitive scenes of anger.

Accepting change today, tomorrow, forever , destiny is chosen not rehearsed, rewritten.
Forgiving sins past deeds done to and from choices made, peace may be achieved found in her gentile smile beckoning, loving.

© 2009  David J. Mitchell

Copyright © DAVID MITCHELL | Year Posted 2016

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Poem 4 Birthday

Your birthday is indeed  a great time of gaiety,
It calls for a  celebration, a Grand Poetic Party
But, what I have just said is only  a secondary
Most importantly, your life is great and healthy.

I am writing this poem first and foremost,
To send my love and best wishes  to the most
 For all the  dreams of yours, let’s make a toast
May they  all be fulfilled without any cost.
Since, I don’t have here your complete address,
I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses
So, I’ll just send my fervent  prayer for success
To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless.

I will also enclose  in these  lines of my poem,
My songs of bliss for you and your family at home,
 May  you be free from all worries and gloom
Age added  but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom.

Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013

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Tippy, My Spoiled Brat Cat

I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear

He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap

Copyright © JANICE HERZOG | Year Posted 2012

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Master Cat Race Rules Of Living

Attention seeking gets rewarded so use anything that works.
Baby humans can be dangerous, especially for tails, ears and whiskers, so watch out!
Cats are masters and rule, everyone else follows, period!
Dogs are great for teasing, blaming, stealing good food from and the lowest species, period!
Eating well is an art so snub dry food and play sickly to get better quality.
Furniture is wonderful for climbing, attacking, napping and removing hair all over.
Going to the vet is NOT  fun so PROTEST VIGOROUSLY!
Human hands are designed for petting, rubbing, carrying, and scratching cats. 
Jumping from various heights without knocking stuff down is a talent, but if something breaks find the nearest human and love them to death!
Keep claws sharp by scratching a variety of materials, furniture, walls, and floor coverings
Leave gifts for humans to help them feel loved-like dead animals; prove amazing hunting skills and keep them in line. 
Messy meals and litter boxes aren't allowed but if there's a dog around and something else happens, use the scapegoat ploy(with innocent look thrown in).
Napping 80% of each day is essential for physical and mental health so don't skimp.
Owning humans is an important responsibility; play, snuggle, entertain, keep happy but avoid hissing off at them!
Purring while snuggled and gazing up at humans will delight and make them easier to control but be careful one doesn't become too attached and lose control. 
Quiet meows, a sad look, waving a paw while one is on their back playing helpless makes upset humans happier
Remember, don't be nasty for life can get MUCH SHORTER.
Staring out windows while planning on ruling Earth or torturing lesser species is awesome; so practice!
Tongue drooling or hanging out is for dogs or dumb felines; awesome cats tuck it in.
Until further notice: all humans from youngest to oldest, need training to serve the Master Cat race.
Viciousness is forbidden; cats acting so get ranked lower than a puppy...forever.
When choosing napping spots remember, size IS important; where tiniest or biggest humans sleeps IS the perfect place.
Xanthouse is just one color cats appreciate so experiment redecorating the home while exploring.
Yikes, if litter boxes fill up it means new pooping piles must be left elsewhere like planters, closets and bedrooms.
Zits, bug bites, other sores, or just plain dirt- humans lack an adequate tongue and need professional tongue licking help!

Copyright © Kathleen Callaway | Year Posted 2015

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The Cat

 He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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Like a cat

Like a cat, on a mat, that's fat, it's black, she sat on a mat, that black fat cat. I know that black fat cat would wear a hat, it's eats a rat. Meat on my feet! That Fat Black Cat!

Hope you guys enjoyed another one of my poems! 
Love Ya?? ~Poet Queen Lizzie

Copyright © Ashlyn Rivers | Year Posted 2016

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Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself 
my teeth clicked

scrubbing the rythm and blues desk 
iron blood 
and pipping hot yearning 
blistering essence corrupting hard structured cores

fallen by melted desert 
clinging like sizzling frying pans
I collapsed into tearful sheets and darkened plastic bags
that carried soley ripping ribbon

ripping ripping
tearing searching
hands clasped together
echoing like wooden side walks and sinful unconscious 
I ripped my way to you

Awoken by the drone of thoughts
the pounding of conditioned objects
the buzzing of lustful mosquitos

I dreamt of dead mothers
cherry sweet lips
broken homes
and cutting hair (‘She broke your throne and she cut your hair’)
awoken by the brutal honesty of distant angelic tones
by the cool whip of digested experiences
and possible regurgitation of them

pushed and shoved 
and broken
by bath tubs

sinking in awe of the purity found in nakedness
bareness of skin
and glistening brown thighs
I crouched in amenablness
yeilding to walls lost in water droplets
scorching sanity
leaked from creaking pipes

Scornful You are
full of scorn and scones

Sinful and depraved the backyard had no sun

spinning twirling  I sat int the candlelit closet
broken and catergorized
as something unearthly 
I awaited a misguided bus tour
and dirtied dresses
and bashful grins 

bashfully you grinned 

spitting spitting
dancing dancing
whispered in corse voices we spoke of the age of romantisism 

dressed in corse skin you said
you can not undress your skin

caked in muddy love you whiserpered,
‘if you sit on the floor you’ll get dirty’

I spoke of my lifetime and you of yours
I bathed in milk last night
beside corcodile thumbs
and removed my hair like skin

against rubber texture and lascivious lips
(which seemed to only have significance because they belonged to you)
I croaked on about cleanliness 

The world 
the earth
the dirt
became winded 
and the tippity tap of shoes became quite unbearable 
the shiftiness of internalized relations became so apparent
many seemed to be alone

heaviness weighed down
upon youngsters
and the scent of ciggerettes was a force of beauty
and desginated generations 

Suckle upon my blood

The back of my head is hot like melting wax

Outside the wild animals roam
crouching puncing thrashing 
Must we join them?

Copyright © Julieta Salzano | Year Posted 2015

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Poem 5 love 2

The Scent Of Love
welcomes all eager lovers 
Into  the midnight rove
Presents the mystery that one 
Gives Taste to the tasteless 
scent of Lovers
Springs with a bold attire
To conquer  hearts that seek 
for long,
Just for another grand desire 
To burn the chains that held us 
captive for too long.
Under the feet of dark empire,
Of despots with a wretched 
Screaming from flaming hot 
Their madness disregards all 
that is soft.....
Now listen! Oh you eager lovers
Come catch the scent of love
The infinite sweetness enamors 
Hot sweet lips of jovial 

Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013

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Cat and Mouse

The cat can chase

The mouse can run

Circling around circles 

 Twisting around and around

Bending this way and that way

Till we reach death

Copyright © Mint sha | Year Posted 2016

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Black cat

Black cat
Why do you hide in the shadows? 
I see your tired , yet calm. 
Do you not fear your life? 
Are you too drowned in your sorrows? 
I see the lack of faith in tomorrow.
Black cat
Your skin so rough. 
I see your coat is not
As shiny as it was.
Deep in your stare from afar
I saw the dispare 
Yet you continue to run.
You come back though 
You come to my sacred garden,
My healing space. 
I know you find comfort in me. 
Although your scared. 
I understand you deeply. 
Black cat
I don't know you all that well. 
In me I promise a friend,
I am always there. 
Black cat 
I see your wisdom
& Your love of life still. 
Even if you live your last moment hopeless. 
I will always care. 

Copyright © Keylee Yanez | Year Posted 2016

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A beautiful day in Ayr
Because its so breezy and fair 
Chasing seagulls and sand in my hair

Copyright © jimmy mccurdie | Year Posted 2015

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Big Cats

The great cats are divine,
they might lay like kittens at your feet
but they walk like masters of the veldt,
their rippling forms are a shadow, a dream,
to the breathless advance of the jungle steam
rolling over your heavily beating heart,
and they hear... 
you might fear of the things they can hear,
things never meant for a human ear,
but your strong young lion is near...
and his purpose is clear,
the question is, what do you fear?
A powerful form that rubs at your legs
laying his mane on your thighs,
but never gaze deep in his eyes,
... don't assume you can tame
the most dangerous game
ever to frame the savanna skies.

Copyright © Athena Beauchamp | Year Posted 2014

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The Cat Lady

The Cat Lady
There was a lady in my town that had so many cats 
She didn't know their name.
You would see her with at least 10 every day.
She would set food out for the cats and a mess of cats would soon be there,
The lady was old and she liked dogs too.
But cats were her only life she lived for.
The house is gone now and every now and then you will see a cat come from the 
Where the House sat.
A kind old lady and a cats best friend.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014

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Two Cats
I once had two cats
They set out to chase rats.
They both were white as snow but would not know.
For they love the mud.
Each was unique in their way.
Ping and Pong were their names.
One had six toes and the other had seven.
They loved to go to bed by eleven.
When the coo clock would strike. 
They would attempt to catch the bird.
As their last game at night. 
Two Cats strange indeed in the funny way.
When they chase the dog down the street.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014

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Black Cat

A black cat didn't exactly frighten Gavin 
He initially jumped kinda lightly, Mom
Now, Ola Parsons quickly responds, saying
The ugly varmint wanted xeroxed yellow Zinnias

Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2007

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kitty elf

kitty elf can't you see those presents were meant for me,
you opened up my barbie, and lost one of her shoes.
naughty kitty elf, those twinkling lights were not for you,
but to light up all I do.
kitty elf I have had enough of your joyous romping on my christmas stuff,
so next year my little friend you will find a special package just for you
a kitty cage to keep my tree safe from your christmas joy,
and next my toys you will not enjoy.

Copyright © angel new | Year Posted 2015

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things in the world

birds birds 
there are many birds
deer deer 
deer are ever where
moose moose
they are beautiful 
fish fish
they love water
humans humans
they love each other
ants ants 
they love food

Copyright © brian wood | Year Posted 2014

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                Surviving in the city

The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.

The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.

The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate. 

The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.

Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.

Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.

When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.

Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.

Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006

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My past

My past.
My past is not my future,
It doesn't define who I am and why,
I doesn't determine my future,
My past is all about what has occurred in my life,not of what shall happen
My past is never here to break me but it is simply here to build me
It is not meant to kill me but to keep me and revive me
My past hurts but motivates
My past shouts awareness
My past lies within me
And it won't change
Yes!I cannot change the past
But the future is in my hands to prosper
Never hold onto the past cause it will rip you off
Move on but never forget whrer you come from to know where you want to go...

Copyright © Nonhlahla Nonduma | Year Posted 2016

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She purrs and stretches, yawns, and then
 Jumps to my lap for a pat of the head
 She jumps back down to bat a ball
 And sits on the ear of a big brown dog

Her pure white ears and pure white tail
 Held daintily up into the air
She darts around everywhere
Leaving behind most of her fur

She trots down into the yard
 Her little meow heard loud and afar

She wanders as far as she pleases
 She finds some food, she’ll eat it
Lays down and licks her mittens
 After all, she is only a kitten

Jan. 25,2017

Copyright © Johanna Antolin | Year Posted 2017

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Beast Of Prey

How would you tame the beast of prey? 
The eyes which you seek.
Will look in yours 
with composure of your czarina.
With the silent hope 
and need of your taut body 
rubbing against mine
praying you feel the need of me.
Fear is lonely here.
For the I know of none...


Copyright © Athena Beauchamp | Year Posted 2014

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Poem 3 love

When a soul is touched by love
A smile with watering eyes appears
Surfacing from the beauty from whence it is made of
Thus creating a joy that lives within our tears

When a heart is touched by love
Suddenly all of its chambers begin to open wide
Embracing the presence of their beloved
Allowing a precious feeling to come inside

When the eyes are touched by love
A ray of sparkle is seen in a warm comforting light
A light of spectrum one finds when entering heaven above
Only to have touched a piece of heaven upon an earthly sight

When our ears are touched by love
We hear a melody from a voice we heard once before
A song in trance that echoes a sound we only dreamed of
From a soul mate we have always tried to look for

So you see when we are touched by love
Suddenly the life within you begins to bloom
A heart is again opened inviting the beauty of- 
What love gives to a life once filled with gloom…

Copyright © Triston Ross | Year Posted 2013

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My Cat

I once seen this cat,
All soft and sweet,
It's paws kneeding at my chest,
Once it was comfortable to sleep,

I stroke it,
Straighten her hair,
Because when she becomes upset,
Her fur would begin to flare,

Playing with a ball of yarn,
Batting it around,
Getting something to drink,
While we listen to her slurping sound,

Back upon my chest once again,
She had a fun filled day,
That just never seems to end....

Copyright © Tera Brown | Year Posted 2016