Best Furry Poems
I had a friend he loved to nap
Usually on my bed, sometimes on my lap
He was very smart I tell you that
He didn't even mind my neighbour cat
His fur was brown, had very cute nose
He loved taking pictures he loved to pose
I loved him so much he had pretty good life
And then he got sick he couldn’t survive
Some time ago on the very cold day
It was last time for us to go out and play
I didn’t know how hard this would be
To say goodbye to Mitten for my boys and me
My heart was broken when I looked in his eyes
But I knew God will take him to his paradise
And then when he took his very last breath
I couldn’t stop crying because I knew he was death
I miss him so much each and every day
I wish he didn’t die I wish he could stay
He was my friend best friend of all
I loved him a lot with my heart and soul
His name was Mitten I know he runs free
And plays with the angels
And his waiting for me
Mitten was our family dog for 17 years, cancer took him away on, Feb7 2012
We all miss him a lot..:(
Hush o'er azure stone ridge,
hypnotic wax moon dash,
wispy crescent rustle from,
a piebald furry deer,
nocturnal stealth enshrouded,
silver tint antler scoops,
limp orange leaf detritus,
canopy of maroon ink,
black mist dewdrops spill,
corral Northern Bobwhite quest,
shuddersome elk teeters on,
bituminous coal summit,
cast a pearl oyster glance,
into an uncanny precipice,
enigmatic phenocryst ravines,
spellbound immersive trickle,
species of the dome shape,
muted in clandestine trot,
oe’r mushroom quandary in crossing,
to slink away the eerie stillness
This is the furry part.
The we-don't-know-what's-next part.
The alchemy busted.
I'm hitting the Exits.
Not as fun as I imagined.
Imagine this world heavier than lead
While light as a feather,
A brother though a bother,
A mother and a smother,
A cry for life in the crescent of our being.
But here I am ahead of myself.
This is just the furry part.
When I went back home for longer vacation
Surprised to see our backyard turning out to be a mini-zoo
My younger brother had adopted lots of pets
Winged, furry, reptiles… I couldn’t name the rest
I was spurred to tour around , it was so fun
I saw seven cows, five goats, grazing in our farm
Geese, ducks, turkeys and various breeds of chicken
My mother was there, happily feeding them
There was even a big brown snake in an iron cage
I trembled, I didn’t even glance or gaze
I liked the yellow and black birds, Kiaos and Martines
They were learning to talk, one partly warbled, Fur Elise
Among his pets, furry ones got my full attention
Dino, the monkey was tending cows with our four dogs
Holding cow’s ropes, they came to me in wagging tails
Then afar, I saw Panny Bat, our bird’s fruit supplier
Dino, Doggies Pandak, Poom, Pashang and Pampu
Were amazing caretaker- pets in our farm’s mini-zoo
Farm heroes, we named them including Panny
Who went out at night then returned to her cage the next day
I’ve tamed and befriended with these farm heroes
I rewarded Dino some lollipops, our four dogs with foods
Panny Bat, 'though untouchable was so cute
Her face absolutely resembled with our four dogs
When I’ve heard the loss of the three farm heroes last year
Died of ailments were Doggy Pandak, Poom and Dino Gear
And after a month, Panny Bat suddenly disappeared
Members of our family, including myself grieved
March 6, 2016 10.20pm
-This poem was also written for my younger brother who, until now have these pets at home. His small fishpond was not included in the poem. The Kiaos and Martins (look like mynahs) were 5-7 I think. My mom taught them to sing Fur Elise, Do A Deer etc…
Fourth Place
Contest: Furry Friend
Judged: 5/6/2016
Sponsor: Poet Royal
How beautifully innocent the cute little bunny,
Hopping around the green, happy fields for fun.
Hopping around, scratching holes, making love,
Eating and laying around in the sun.
How ghastly the horrible little Aussie rabbit is,
Hopping around the vast land just for fun.
Hopping around causing massive irreversible erosion,
Eaten by a farmer with a gun.
In a pet shop, a female cat fell in love with a male dog. The dog was so irate and said, "Stop licking me or I will eat you!" For many days the cat was crestfallen and silent. She said to herself that a dog can never fall in love with a cat.
One morning, the dog was choking from the food that he ate, and the cat rushed to him. Knowing that the veterinarian was not inside the shop, she went on top of the table and pushed hard a plastic bottle filled with water towards the dog's head. The dog was relieved after being hit by the water-filled bottle.
From that day forward, the dog loved the cat for what she has done for him. Unlike other animals inside the pet shop, it was only the cat that cared for him more than anybody or anything else.
Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Walking the street, my blink did many times repeat,
mercy be, I did see three furry cats wearing hats.
One cat was quite curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat
that on top popped a nervy, floppy drunk skunk.
I don't think nervy knew or gave skunk any thunk.
One of the chunky cats was pure funky to look at
for his hat seemed to have been picked at
like a muskrat laid splayed on a slat from train splat.
The third in the herd on that quirky street journey
was quite the brat-cat, a tweet putting on a show.
On this cat’s head sat, to my dread, a wee placemat
that was threaded in a somewhat hazmat format.
So, my honey-bunny, not for love or for money
could I scat catalog three felines in asinine hats,
but I worked at chit-chat with the quirky cats
and was agog to learn through our dialogue
that their names were Dog, Frog and Hog!
Now, let's go eat fishes to stretch our britches.
We bear bunnies must avoid tight pant glitches..
The first snowflakes scare
this cold, furry bear shivering...
he seeks a warm cave.
As a kitten,
he ran away the moment
I opened my door,
or saw the bright crack
between the door
getting bigger.
I knew the secret spot he loved
to come and dine;
I put a share of my meals
on that spot each day. As you
expect, he warmed up.
Now we are close buddies;
sometimes I feel as though
I'm in a company of a human,
with its breathing and stare,
as though it knows what
I'm saying or doing.
It rubs my legs with its furry tail,
whenever I return home from work.
I wish my girlfriend acted that excited,
every time she saw me…..
28/2/2012
Snow covered earth lies still on a cold and frosty February morn,
Floating & frolicking in the breeze Sentiment of spring still unborn.
Spring starved eyes dart across aestivating weeping willow trees,
Watching for a portent, sign or an omen of youthful furry catkins that are nature’s guarantees.
Lo! , behold and feast your eyes with the sight of studded pusywillows,
Brought home as springs earliest harbinger and placed in accommodating silos.
Fine grey fur covered decorated pusywillows that come before leaves imply, suggest and connote,
Religious fervor, prosperity and happiness for all walks of life these pusywillows signify and promote.
Trees swaying fiercely
Blinding rain lightning strike boom
Electricution
Our four-legged furry daughter Reva bid us a farewell
She went on her new journey wagging her tail
God came to take her during her sleep
Took her to his magnificent land to run around and leap
She came to say goodbye to us before she left
Showing a sign of a joyful dog through another adoring pet
She brought us a tennis ball just like Reva always did
Assuring us to be happy for Reva while she is on her next trip
Although our eyes are misty and our hearts are tender,
Our minds are grateful to her for the blessed years
Her love was unconditional, her bliss was so pure,
The evergreen energy she radiated sparkled everywhere
Tirelessly she would run around, jump and swim,
Use her sporty physique to fetch balls and wooden sticks
Family games of hide-seek, cricket, basketball, and hiking
Enthusiastically she would participate in each with great liking
We needed help of words to communicate with her
She would simply respond through her doting eyes of brown color
We miss those eyes, the presence, the energy, the snugs
The house seems very quiet without her irresistible innocence
Each moment we thank him for bringing her in our lives
And taking her back without any bodily pain and anguish.
In the slushy bog, lived one speckled frog
He loved to have fun and didn’t wish to slog
Croaky Frog was his dear name
To travel and enjoy life was his aim
One day he set out, wearing his hat
On the way he met a furry rat
He asked- “Hey rat, will you come with me
Lovely scenes are there for us to see”
The rat replied- “Yes, I shall come with you
I too like the beautiful sights to view”
Soon they saw a tabby cat on their way
Rat ran in fear and hid behind some hay
Croaky, instantly jumped into a well
Seeing a snake in, he began to yell
“Save me, save me” cried the desperate frog
The evening was veiled with thick fog
Billy goat and friends were grazing around
They heard from the well a desperate sound
In minutes, they arrived and saved the frog
Thanking his friends, the frog fled to his bog
Feb.28. 2023
~ Placed First~
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
the sleek furry cats
lying around after meal
me, on my sofa
They named me Widget the little furry one,
rolling on grass to attract pretty butterflies;
I must keep away from bees and play alone...
many kittens have a fur whiter than clouds.
Rolling on grass to attract pretty butterflies,
they like me, they can't stop tickling me;
many kittens have a fur whiter than clouds...
spring is made for a playful cat such as me.
They like me, they can't stop tickling me,
having a shiny fur and small claws is nice;
spring is made for a playful cat such as me...
playing all day, not chasing those scary mice.
Having a shiny fur and small claws is nice,
even beagles watch me with very curious eyes;
playing all day, not chasing those scary mice...
I'll take a long nap and forget about butterflies.
Even beagles watch me with very curious eyes,
I must keep away from bees and play alone;
I'll take a long nap and forget about butterflies...
they named me Widget the little furry one.
Written on 2/27/ 2016