Best Meow Poems


Premium Member Last Meow

In your last meow,
   I held you right on my heart;
      then- then you left me . . .

                I held you till you were stone,
                          and I had to let you go.

Premium Member Mr Meow Our Kitty Comic

Mr. Meow Our Kitty Comic

While talking to our neighbor one day
Our cat Mr. Meow rubbed up against my leg
“Oh there is Saffron.” our neighbor said
“No, No, you must be misled
That is our tabby cat, Mr. Meow”
The neighbor shook her head and raised her eyebrow

“He has lived with us for about a year
We call him Mr. Meow since meowing is what we constantly hear
He followed my husband around the yard one day
We thought he was a stray and decided to let him stay”

“No, he was born next door
With several brothers and sisters on the shed floor”
Just then mama kitty walked up to Mr. Meow and they rubbed noses
Our yards were separated by a few trees and a bed of roses

“We got all his shots at the vet”
“We did too the day after we met”
We  started laughing and our neighbor said, “What a little comic mess	
Saffron alias Mr. Meow, the little con can be your cat I guess”

Mr. Meow, we discovered was a comedian
My husband and I were his biggest fans
To get our attention he would do a little prance
A hunched back like a Halloween cat dance

Many a day he brought us gifts, birds and rabbits
Without success we tried to break his serial killer habits
Laughing at him was what he liked most
Of course, he could be distracted by a piece of pork roast

During his sixteen years he learned to sit on command
He seemed to realize our dog Boodro got treats if he obeyed demands
We can't help but smile as we think of him
Our beloved tabby comic who always made us grin

Meow Meow

Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite ticked!
I want to dress you and show you off
So all the other bows I now have tossed
No purple or green to match your eyes
Or orange, nor pink that you despise
Polk-a-dots were just not right for you
You tore them to shreds a time or two
No stripes or plaids are in my hand
For these I know you could not stand
The white one was lost in your white fur
When it came out you purred and purred
Here kitty, kitty, now don’t you tease
I’ve a red one here that’s sure to please

1/10/13
Written for “Hello Kitty (World)” members contest.


The Cat's Meow

"The Cat’s Meow"



Her name was 
Lady

Lucky 
was his name

She purred around his 
Whispers

She dined
on Deep Delight. 

They were
morning, 
noon 
and night 

Purrrrrrrrrrrfect
imperfect

He circled 
all Her 
red mistakes

a pure secret 

a Keeper's
trait

the cat’s meow
sends a kiss

and …. again - 

rolls 
over 
again

and gains
a purrrfect 
again

smiles
Cheshire like

warm heart
legs curled

around 
a hidden smile

a terrible...
sin

intertwined
goodnight

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

Premium Member The Halloween Meow

One Halloween night I heard at my door
a tiny meow that I couldn’t ignore.
Although I was busy preparing for all
the kids celebrating the fun of mid-fall,
the sound kept persisting “Meow Meow,”
insisting, “Please open your door to me now.”

I opened my door, and looking so pretty
there on the welcome mat sat a kitty.
It hardly was bigger than my own fist.
I bent down to get it. I couldn’t resist!
I think it would say (if it knew how to speak)
“I’m precious.” I held that small cat to my cheek.

How soft was the fur of that black green-eyed cat.
Bad luck could not come from a cat cute as that.
At first I’d observed a small string round its neck
with a small card attached and I’d thought, “What the heck?”
Next I sat down with the cat on my lap,
for that tiny note I just had to unwrap.

In very small words like a child might write
was scrawled “please keep me.”  Oh, boy, a fight
I’d soon have with hubbie, who would not be pleased
but when my heart’s set. . . it must be appeased!
Precious I named her and precious is she
years later – the Halloween Meow meant for me!

Oct. 18, 2020 for Halloween Meow Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke

Premium Member The Sacred Meow Society Poetry

A private club was run by old Tom the cat,                                                       Tom could not catch a rat.                                                                               He wore a blue tie and an old yellow top hat.                                                       Tom was so fat,                                                                                               all day he read books and sat.           
 
 
The new comer~handsome Hairy,                                                                    pranced in with kitty Mary.                                                                           Mary belonged to The Sacred Meow Society Library,                                       Hairy wanted a book about a canary.                                                            This library was out back behind the cemetery,                                               sad news for Hairy~the initiation was to marry.  
 
 
Date Written: 2/20/2023  

Note: Each new library card needed a marriage certificate.   
Way to go Hairy, you need to marry Mary. Hahaha...........


Premium Member I Heard a Meow

 
Once there was a small cat who often sat,
inside my backpack- just jumped in that brat;
at school I heard a meow,
I had to hide her somehow;
lucky, she was happy with a wee pat !

But after a nap she wanted to play,
oh, stay in my bag kitty I did pray;
but she got out for a view,
and then away kitty flew;
I took chase yelling, "oh look a lost stray !"

__________________________
March 1, 2021


Poetry/Limerick/I Heard a Meow
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1333-333-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Both Limericks 10/10/7/7/10 Syllables per line

Written for the Standard contest, Two Limericks - Let's Have Some Fun
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 03/19/2021

Second Place

Meow and Me and You

Meow and Me and You

My mind reminded me of sound meow,
That a cat will do to both me and you;
Next does occur;
Hear him purr;
Guess what find friend, we have two.

They are tabby cats that are always
males.

Jim Horn

PS. Jack and Henry

This is my 3900th Poem.
 
Dedicated to: Akkina Downing
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Meow

Cattiness, it doesn't work
nor do cherry cheese cake or
romantic northern lights,
fairies, unfortunality
anniversaries and the like.
Make it better for me baby

Lioness has surface value
silky sultry claws of steel
sharp and growlingly
howlingly purring
over a  tasty meal.
Baby make me it for better

Cougars come and cougars go
with rippling roaring shoulders
unaware
they just don't care
life's a stage, let's get it over.
Better baby for make it me

Jaguar speed and sharpness
wind in the hair
speed demons, debonair
sleek, cocky
the antonym of cocky.
Me better it baby make for

Roxanne, my pet
you've never yet
disappointed me.
Wise innocence
tinged with helplessness.
It for baby me better make

Cattiness, baby, get over it 
You've so much to make. What you fretting for?
You call yourself me... can't do better?

Premium Member O Solo Meow

Screaming cat, what's up with you?
Seated on my fence at a quarter of two
The night is short, the hour's deep
Leave me be to enjoy my sleep
Oh what I wouldn't give for a shoe!

Meow Is

Meow Is.

Meow to my cat
Understand me better..

Meow is for yes
Meow is for no.

Meow is for
I don’t know.

Meow is for food
Meow is for more.

Meow is for 
I must go.

Meow is for love
From the  floor.

Meow is for the
Cat next door.

The Cat's Meow and Then Some

Mr. Kitty Cat come this way.
Might I beg you please to stay?

So all-fired handsome, fit and strong.
And you've been faithful all along.

Those eyes so green and silky coat.
How you sing out and emote!

Prowling through the dead of night.
Bringing me gifts at morning's light.

You're such a vision to behold.
Always passionate-never cold.

Appreciative of the things I do-
this trait of yours is something new.

I've never had a love so deep.
Hoping you are mine to keep.

But wait-I've had an awful thought.
You've set a trap and now I'm caught.

This love will never come to fruition.
For in the past I had a mission.

Had you neutered to my regret.
When you could have been my best love yet!


Written July 21st, 2014
© Deb Wilson  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Toilet's Meow

sittin' on the toilet bowl,
pinchin' off a log;
tryin' my best to pen a poem,
my mind's a funky fog!

in walks our stupid cat,
rubbin' against my leg;
always meowin' for something to eat,
never too proud to beg!

in walks another,
with the same malicious approach;
pacin' the floor in front of me,
like a nervous football coach!

another one joins the duo,
i now have an audience of three;
six lil' eyes a glarin',
burnin' a hole through me!

"okay, okay, i'll feed ya'll!",
a moral victory i suppose;
today is only the beginning,
tomorrow, the door stays closed!

Premium Member The Cat's Meow - Lune 4

the cat's meow 
 echoes through the misty forest
  across distant hills
            ---
 Collom  Lune - 3/5/3/ words.
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Sacred Meow Society

 

My cat belongs to the Sacred Cat Society
and that makes her very special in her mind
she walks around like a princess
and acts like a princess
but, I let her 'cause I love her to pieces
she has no job or duty
and spends her day in her plush bed
with hours spent washing her face
and each toe of her feet
she hates when her fluffy fur is in a mess
and comes to me with a big meow
to give her a brushing and I do, of course
and my payment are purrs galore
she demands her rather expensive food
served on time, or Her Majesty complains
with a loud disgusted MEOW
her water bowl must contain only cool fresh water
and if it is not I will get the look
she allows me to pet her when she is in the mood
otherwise, I can just get lost
she has become very particular about her toys
ignoring her balls and play mouse that she used to love
demanding I pick up that dangling thing at inconvenient times
and flutter it for her to jump and leap
whatever happened to the joyful kitty that licked my cheek
who is this uppity spoiled cat of mine
this diva that must have her way
is this what they teach our cats
at the Sacred Cat Society
well, no matter, I love my cat just the same
and she can be my little princess
forever 

_________________________
February 19, 2023


Poetry/Free Verse/The Sacred Meow Society
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1526-539-19
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

Written for the Premier contest, The Sacred Cat Society
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Rose, Judged 03/14/2023

Second Place

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