Cinquain Cat Poems

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Details | Cinquain |
Hairy nuisance
Sprawling over bedsheets
Crowding limited sleepspace with

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2009

Details | Cinquain |
Kitty, jumps, plays, sleeps eats, Meows, growls, purrs and chirps, And I, like to kiss her soft fur; With love. __________________ June 4, 2015 Cinquain For the contest, Cinquain Honorable Mention

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cinquain |
Here kitty kitty,
let's play hide and seek.
Hey, kitty?
Oh, you are asleep.

Come kitty, 
give me a hug.
Where are you, kitty?
Oh, you are taking a nap.

Good night my kitty.
Now, you are up?
Listen my kitty,
Don't be such a cat.

Copyright © Rizo Ale | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cinquain |
in frustration
Alice cannot conceive
the cat beyond the

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Cinquain |
[- with 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in a stanza]

Calm sea
curves in white frill,
as gentle, lazy waves
dash against each other, playing
catch me.
cats gather close.
A bevy of them meet
on the gravel sand discussing
I learned
to watch the sands
of shifting friendships sink
like tides that ebb and flow with wind
Her voice
a cruel thrust
plunged deep into his mind.
cold shivers made a ladder of
his spine
Light spills
breaking shadows
weaves a patchwork of hues
painter’s dreamscape etched into his
with crests of snow
look somber and sleepy
as distant mists of dawn start to
creep slow

Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cinquain |
on window's perch
now drowsy in the sun
conserving their energy for

Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
I love to watch you snoring by the fire,
ensconced between my feet.  The heating’s on,
so bask in luxury, my little one.
That seized-up hip and generous spare tyre
mean you’ll not venture out.  Those days are gone!

But when all else has fled, hope still remains.
Those twitching paws still sing the timeless song,
and in your dreams you’re limber, virile, strong,
cavorting lithely over sunlit plains,
pursuing sparrows one vast summer long.

Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Cinquain |
Silence left the gift of amazement once again with cat tracks on fallen snow - both soundless.
Contest 250 Sponsored by Brian Strand December 17, 2016

Copyright © Barbra Lambert | Year Posted 2016