Best Meowed Poems
I remember the day we met. I was just a kitten, lost in the bramble bushes crying out for someone to help me.
I had been there since the day before after wandering away from the barn where I was born.
I left the barn to look for my mother who had left several days before and had never returned.
I was hungry and thirsty and so afraid. I had almost given up hope of being rescued.
Then I heard you calling me. "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty,"
I couldn't see you, and you couldn't see me, so I meowed and meowed as loud as I could.
I could hear the bramble bushes snapping as you tried to find me.
I tried to follow the sound of your voice, but I couldn't get through those thorny bushes. So I meowed louder and louder as those bushes kept snapping in my direction.
I could hear the desperation in your voice as you cried out to God to help you find me.
Then high above me, the brambles parted and there you were, my
Guardian Angel.
You lifted me up and out of the bramble bushes that had imprisoned me for so long.
Both of us were scratched and bleeding.
You held me above the brambles as you beat your way out.
You twisted your ankle descending the deep ditch that led back onto the road.
I felt safe in your arms as you hobbled to your car and drove me to your home.
There, you immediately gave me water and food.
Then you tended to my scratches and made a bed for me.
The next day you took me to the DR. to ensure I was okay.
Every day as the years passed, you took care of me. You loved me, and I loved you.
But my life span was much shorter than yours. Twelve years later, an undetected blood clot took me from you.
I know you have shed a million tears for me, but I take comfort in knowing that soon your grief will give way to a smile when you remember all the beautiful moments we shared.
I am now happy in heaven and take comfort in knowing one day, we will be together again.
Written: June 14, 2022
Poetry Personification Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I awakened about midnight in the middle of the day.
I was crawling swiftly toward you as I slowly raced away.
I hummed a merry melody that truly had no tune
As I ate my cup of coffee and then drank my bowl of prune.
The pot of beans boiled over upon the pristine ceiling
So I tossed out the banana and I ate the wormy peeling.
The cat was barking at me and the happy dog meowed
As I stood out there so lonely in the middle of a crowd.
The sun was shining brightly in a snowy blackened sky,
I was a girl so much in hate I wished I that I could die.
The wilted flowers were nice and fresh just as they ought to be,
The ugly ones you sent me from so far across the sea.
The postman brought the email that I had mailed to you.
He said it had no stamp and so he couldn't let it through.
I long so much to see you and to look in your brown eye
And I cannot wait to hold you and to say a sad goodbye.
If you want to read my letter, please do call me yesterday.
I cannot wait to see you so please take the long hard way.
My daddy said he’s happy to give you my eager hand,
The one that’s always begging for his money, understand.
The guests are now arriving in their wrinkled, tattered rags
And the ushers have been drinking rare champagne from paper bags.
The musicians have their bag pipes out to play a cheerful dirge.
And I'm waiting for my bridegroom from his boudoir to emerge.
The honored guests are seated in the front of the back row
And the flower girl is directing everybody where to go.
The preacher stands beside me as I search the smoke filled room
For a candidate who's better than is my intended groom.
You know I love you more than all the pimples on my face,
As I claim you as my husband in your denim dress of lace.
Oxymoronica Contest by Kristen Bruni 13th p[lace
Cat and mouse
Within a garden somewhere out there,
butterflies were dancing free from care.
Thousands of flowers loving the dance,
love the lovers and loving romance.
A lot of butterflies full of lust,
drinking and dancing in love they trust.
Daffodil pitchers filled with the wine,
drinking that wine was wholly, divine.
Roses and jasmines fully bloomed,
enchanted aromas sweetly perfumed.
From its hiding a devious mouse,
saw the butterflies right from his house.
He ran to the garden, chased the fly,
grabbed him tightly, bit him to die.
Ate him like candy tenderly sweet,
the smell of jasmines made it complete.
Loving his food and loving its taste,
the mouse was happy nothing got waste.
Until he saw a ghostly shape,
scary giant, he couldn’t escape.
There was a cat with a smiley face,
growled and meowed and started the chase.
Running like wind, he didn’t gave in,
hunting for food is never a sin.
He grabbed the mouse in a playful way,
ate him so fast then rested all day.
The mouse tasted like jasmine and rose,
the flavor of butterfly joined with those.
The cat was happy and licked his paws,
adored his power sharpened his claws.
Until the next day there was a dog,
with big shaggy tail, fat like a hog.
Ugly and old he ran after cat,
hunted the cat and ate him like rat.
The dog was old and his fate foretold,
he died in winter when air was cold.
He died and buried and turned to dust
nothing can escape from time and rust.
The months have passed and years gone by,
what else can we do except comply?
Living and dying is a part of life.
Life and death are in constant strife.
The flesh of the dog made the jasmines grew,
butterflies came with their lives renew.
Roses and lilies grew one more time,
butterflies dancing, dancing in rhyme.
Another mouse and another cat,
the playful cat, that ate up the rat.
Another dog and another feast,
after a while the death chose the beast.
Life is a circle, circle like a chain.
Everything goes and comes back again.
There will be death for me and you,
like roses and jasmines lives renew.
3/12/16 Haloo
Once upon a shiny polished day, the sun shone bright as golden ray
and in the park where the children played the puppies danced ballet
The kittens meowed from their outdoor yum cafe
and the birds chirped from the trees while they surveyed
the pretty ducklings waddling in the pond, hurray hurray !
Once upon a starlit night the moon smiled sweetly at the sea
and in the river all the loons echoed across the lake, woo wee
The owl gave a hoot and the foxes slept tee hee
while the rabbit stretched and caught a snack or three
Once upon a fairytale a little Pixie cast a spell
and all the sicklies of the forest were suddenly made well
each precious creature went pell-mell at the sound of a Fairy's Bell
while all the ogres, trolls and elves, tap danced on a chanterelle.
Sponsor BJ Legros Kelley
Contest Name Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children
He was a stray cat who suddenly one day appeared,
and for this old cats safety within days- I feared;
when I tried to touch his fur he hissed and growled,
but, when I was inside he meowed and howled.
So, I decided to save him from living on the street danger,
and hoped this old cat would trust this stranger;
I named him Grumpy Cat because, well he was,
in no time- on my heart he left impressions of his paws.
The unconditional love we soon shared was amazing,
often, I would find his golden eyes into my eyes gazing;
I gave him baths and after- I held for a long time to my heart,
and his rusty purr rumbled and into my life he was part.
For twelve years it was pure bliss- until his sudden death;
when he left footprints within my soul in his last breath.
Added after contest finalized-
Written April 29, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/In My Heart and Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1350-406-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, "Footprints"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire, Judged 05/03/2021
Second Place
The Crazy Kitten
The crazy kitten purred.
Its soft and slender body
Brushed around my skin.
It meowed as it juggled
The ball of woolly yarn
All about the living room.
The crazy kitten leaped about
Pouncing on the little mice.
It wondered about the house
Seeking new places to explore.
It found a ball upon upon the shelf
The kitten jumped up to reach its new toy.
The crazy kitten fell down with a thud.
The vase above it shattered with a thunderous SMASH!
The poor and petrified pet
Scrambled under the nearest shelter.
Once the coast was clear,
The crazy kitten went back to play.
To Tiger, With Love (A True Story)
"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear"
~gone without a worldly trace,
I’m left alone, the world to face…
with one went my wholeness grace,
my treasure laid up in heavenly place…
~O my feline friend, my wholeness grace,
I’m left alone in the world to face…
many days I yearned and did pace,
missing your playful moods and face…
~one year ago said Love, my grace,
very soon your absence I would face…
with one, was laid up wholeness grace.
My Love said that morning to my face…
“with your return Tiger will be gone,
do not be alarmed, I do him no harm…
with your friend, there shall be not end,
wholesome grace is laid up for one in friend.”
~I kissed the nature face of wholesome grace,
he meowed goodbye, later I would cry…
as the dawn of grace later was to be faced,
in sorrow, the human man would soon pace…
~I remember the morning as yesterday,
and the many ways we used to play…
my neutered Manx possessed many pranks,
to him, I dedicate my wholesome thanks…
~unique, you were wholesome, meek,
your life to me was wholesome Love’s peak…
I hear his meow in wholesome ethereal Spirit,
beckoning…beckoning… my soul bonds ever close to it.
My Manx cat ‘Tiger’ is heavenly stored! This is a true story, believe it or not.
My inner conscience said to me the morning of the 19 of July this year before
I left to go into town, that Tiger would not be there at home when I returned
for he would be taken and with him, my treasures would be stored in heaven.
I said my goodbyes only half believing my sacred precept voice. Sure enough,
when I returned, my Tiger was gone without a trace. Sure, the concept of
the human mind could explain this paranormal phenomenon away.
But this was my eight year cat’s first and only leave from home,
whom I had raised from a kitten.
For Harley
Love,
Aunt Meghan
*I wrote this poem for my sister, brother-in-law, niece, and nephews when their beloved dog, Harley, the sweetest chunk of marshmallow dog you could every love, passed to the Rainbow Bridge. It includes a few of our other family pets who preceded Harley in passing to the Rainbow Bridge…
Anxiously pawing at the glistening gate
Their hearts leaping wildly as they anticipate
The bittersweet cycle of what’s known as fate
Three life-long companions can barely wait…
Bright colors emerge as a rainbow so high
Some call it a bridge; some call it, “goodbye”
A smooth, golden gate illuminated by
The welcoming light from the place beyond sky…
The time has arrived; the animals cheer
For joining this kingdom is someone quite dear
Three pairs of eyes shine as new souls appear
The most beautiful soul became instantly clear…
Charlie, Casey, and Binky, arms long
Barked and meowed such a welcoming song
Suddenly Harley felt renewed and quite strong
She dashed to the place where she knew she belonged…
So forever and always, in a place Covid-free
Among shimmering rainbows with bridges beneath
Sweet Casey, pain-free, as he chases the leaves
Mom’s Charlie, Long Binky, and now dear Harley…
--Rest In Peace Over, Under, and All Around the Beautiful Rainbow Bridge…
--Meghan Hutchings
Morning
The Innkeeper checked his watch once again
Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt.
The last time they were, he arrived two hours late
And then left, serving just his dessert.
Sadly the chef, on this day of all days
Turned up filthy, flies open and drunk.
A black cat meowed as the chef stumbled in;
He was unkempt and cursing and stunk.
The Innkeeper's head sank deep in his hands
As he needed his chef to be right.
The Tabard was busy and fully booked up
And was hosting a meeting that night.
Noon
To make matters worse, the chef's wife appeared
It was NOT what was needed at all.
She grabbed at chef's hair and kicked open his shin
And threw dishes and plates at the wall.
The Innkeeper tried to separate both
As utensils flew wild through the air
Then chef lost his balance taking with him a shelf
And pepper dispersed everywhere.
The chef lay there slumped and silent and still
He was bloodied and bruised on the floor.
His wife and the Innkeeper looked at each other
As chef sneezed and then let out a snore.
Night
With her husband in clinic the chef's wife revealed
The reason as to why he was mad:
- "Earlier that day he had finally found out
He was not my child's natural dad.
He took all of my money and spent it on drink
And the police were then sadly involved.
He falsely accused me of harming my son
And that issue has not been resolved."
Later That Night
Nobody ate at The Tabard for nights
But the Innkeeper learnt something instead:
- "..So I am your lover AND the father as well"
He said smiling to chef's wife in bed.
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the door,
it just stood there till forest ranger
knocked to check if widow raccoon was alright.
rain was very nasal that night; so she said
i’m fine with my woolen frock and lights on,
and shut the door and slid on her
antique couch.
then, a brownie cat from nowhere land jumped
through the sill and landed on widow’s lap.
brownie cat purred and meowed like a violin
in the middle of some broken refrain. she was
so pretty and had some scratch. widow raccoon
laughed and both had milk with lemon biscuits
for midnight snacks…as night stretched longer,
brownie took a shower and read nursery rhymes
with widow till sweet cat purred more with
gentle licks on widow’s prune cheeks. oh, how
raccoon flashed a wide grin for the first time
in years.
facing brownie she said it would
be nice to have dear stray cat for keeps…
canine pet crooned and purred some more
as they slept under tap-taps of rain while tiny
stars gently spun away. morning came; brownie
danced for her mother widow but sprained
her shoulder. i better put some balm on that,
raccoon pulled newfound cat near her chest.
oh, brownie had a name tag and flea collar
around her neck. fluffy kitten couldn’t be hers;
they hugged so tight as teary widow dressed up.
holding brownie on swaying arms, sad raccoon
swooned, it’s time for you to get home, and opened…
the door.
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(( for Francine Roberts' " Tell Me About It" ))
Once upon a time, in a place not so far away lived a cat named Reflection. To most
people Reflection wasn't much to look at. He had dirty black and white fur with patches of grease stains from rubbing up against a stack of old, discarded tires, which was where he humbly called " Home." He had a slender build, which was caused
from a lack of food and adequate water. He didn't complain though and was grateful
for what he did have. Reflection often laid and thought back about when he was just
a kitten. He remembered how cold he was, laying in a pile of old papers inside a broken
down old shack. His mom tried her best to keep him and his brothers and sisters warm
but she too was very skinny and it was hard for her to even keep warm. He
remembered she would go out in search of any food, sometimes looking in these big
silver containers, but was often frightened away by humans, being forced to return
to us empty pawed. It was very frightening. Before long my brothers and sisters, as well as my mom went to sleep and for some reason never woke up. I meowed loudly, as it made me very sad. My whole family was gone, and I was all alone. As weak and dirty as I was, I knew I had to be brave and venture out in this frightening world to try and find food and water. I didn't know which way to go. I smelled food, but when I'd get close, a person would yell at me, sometimes throwing a rock, or swinging a broom at me, telling me to go away. These humans would call me all sorts of names, like dirty
stray. I never understood why. Do you think it was because I was born in a garbage pile? My mom said she never meant to have us there, but the human in the house she
was living in said she was tired of her and put her in the car, driving out to where there were no houses, stopping the car, then opening the door, tossed her out and sped away. ( story will continue in part two).
My mom said she waited for her human to come back for her, but they never returned. A tear would sometimes appear in my mother's eye when she meowed about it. She never understood what she had done wrong. There was this one human near the tire pile I live in who is always throwing things at me and calling me horrible names. They even go so far as to make sure there is no water around or even the tiniest crumb of food. It gets so long in between having a drink or bite to eat, that when I do find something, it hurts to swallow. I just don't understand why humans treat me this way. I always try and wash myself, but there isn't much moisture on my tongue. I don't feel all alone though. I have seen humans who live outside, who have no food or clean clothes, or a place to live, who are also chased away and looked down on. I have even seen little humans live that way. One night the strangest thing happened. A bright star appeared in the sky and when I looked at it, I noticed that I felt like I was floating and found myself in the house of that human who tries so hard to scare me away. The next thing I knew, I was inside the human, and I'm guessing he was inside me because he looked in the mirror and arched his back up, hissed loudly, then ran out into the night. I myself looked in the mirror and noticed how large I was. There was no doubt in my mind that I had plenty of food and water! I walked out to a room that had a very large white box in it. It felt cold when I touched it. There was a long, silver bar on one side that I reached up and pulled on. It felt very odd standing upright, but it did make it easier to reach things. To my amazement when I opened the big white box, I saw stacks of all sorts of food. ( to be continued on part 3).
At the sound of the opening door
The crows cawed a warning
A stray cat perched upon the fence
Meowed to greet this morning
The warm sticky fog touched each pore
Made life uncomfortable
How early in spring does summer
Appear so formidable
Each plant contained within a pot
Cries out for moisture please
Like works upon the edited page
Call for a similar reprise
From old, old themes can lines read new
To modern generations
Let my lines ring within their hearts
A message to nations
The sound of thunder marked the time
But no lightning was seen
Like a comet always has a tail
Youth dream their awesome dreams
Some fall by the wayside consumed
Like seed pecked by those crows
Let God's message be heard by all
His love for man disclose
Finis'
Formidable__arousing fear, dread or alarm or inspiring fear or respect
through impressively large, powerful, intense or capable
Reprise__a return to the first theme or subject
A recurrence, renewal, or resumption of action
let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed
a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats
I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink
Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh
Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad
Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown
He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat
Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams
Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss
Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash
Worst poem Contest
A Bandit robbed the pastry shop
Now he lies upon his seat
He's so stuffed he can't lick his paws
Even though he is so neat
He has meowed a sad meow
Tears trickle behind the mask
He would contemplate his navel
But seeing it a task
He's considering retiring
Or change his present trade
His mother would support him
Oh! don't put on a charade
He'll just have to suffer through this
Maybe go on a diet
Who is kidding whom?_we know
He won't even try it