Best Mewing Poems
By Carolyn Devonshire
casting my line from a rock jetty
sad, high-pitch cry I hear
glance around, see no one
cast again but the cry echoes
as if reverberating in the rocks
fishing pole I lay down
now searching every crevice
suddenly a wee feline springs forth
mewing alone atop the stone
from where she emerged, I look down
a litter of six cradled by their mama
so thin the mother cat appears
no food nearby and tears fill my eyes
return to my cooler, retrieving three trout
place them in the cranny
mama cat meows softly
no thanks were needed
feeding frenzy begins for the kittens
mama cat remains still, but purrs
providing nourishment for her clan
more important than feeding herself
wish the brotherhood of man could learn from mama cat
cries of hunger go unheard
*Entry for Michael’s “Sounds of a Cry” contest
Based on a true experience
Categories:
mewing, animals, inspirational, cat, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Have you ever heard tales of the weirdest things
Autumn leaves that fall in the midst of Spring
creepy two-headed toads
cats who sit on a commode
Devilish people pretending to have angel wings
Dogs that bark but sound more like mewing cats
In bright sunlight flying, a flock of Vampire bats
How many can you name
It's just a guessing game
Some things in life are so bizarre and that's that
written by Lin Lane
I wrote about saying goodbye
Some rejoiced, yet others did cry
It got poem of the day
Did it deserve it – no way!
I’ll be quiet when I say bye bye
written by Jan Allison
A rat getting burned for a slice of cheese
one legged dancer doing a striptease
the absurd, the aloof
snakes crawling on a roof
penthouse living with someone else's keys
written by Tim Smith
I'm not allowed to pet the cat
when I do he has a spat
leaving a mess
Without distress
He puts it all on the mat
written by Russell Sivey
Categories:
mewing, surreal,
Form:
Limerick
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
It had snowed softly on this cold, cold night;
Homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
A lonely snowflake kisses my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
Park benches buried in the pure white snow;
Quietly an icy and frosty stream still ripples and flows,
And the shops are luminous in the town center.
At the church stained glass panes are welcoming,
The pristine snow lay on the steps in tranquility;
I bow my head in prayer recalling memories of family,
Whispering snowflakes fall on my hair blowing.
Faint a sound from something left near the church,
I approach the snow draped box, unsure;
And a mewing, mewing within the wet enclosure,
Then, a small forlorn white kitten lurched.
I cuddled the kitten in my arms brushing off each flake,
A lonely girl and a lost kitten together this night;
While the snow was falling and falling in sheets of white,
Kissing her head, I named my kitten, Snowflake.
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December 6, 2014
Enclosed Rhyme Example For Contest
Categories:
mewing, lonely, snow, winter,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Stood here, alone, at the very edge, as quiet
Morning breaks;
Rumblings from a distant train, low overhead
A Peewit flies:-
Those strange, mewing calls; it sounds as if the
Whole fate
Of a diminished race should hang upon some
Shrill utterance of a wandering bird's cry.
And heard in that plaintive cry? All the vast,
Widening breadth found only in a far out solitude.
An unsettling, fragile stillness this. Just then,
Above the flattened, grey dawn, Jupiter stalling --
But grasped, to be tumbled in a mad, rushing,
Sudden downward swoop
Of scooped up air! Earth eagerly tilting to
Purposefully confuse
When urging about disaster -- the fractured horizon
Partly disintegrating whilst partly reforming...
But that masterful
Bird, buoyed, secured within his dizzying loop;
Where from, arrogant Jupiter, still garbed yet
In faded glory...now falling, falling, falling.
Categories:
mewing, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was no any of natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
Fear, horror, dark, terror, misery and ill spirits spread
Committing destruction, death in a horrible situation,
Dust, dirt, smoke coiled over the whole atmosphere
The harmless animals are quite perplexed, helpless
They began crying, shouting, running, rushing, fainting
Seeing reddish spots and innumerable torn bodies,
They blamed one another for committing the crime,
Brawling, harming, plotting hardened in them
A long conflict complicated and awful tangled,
Loosing the worms of crime, injustice and corruption,
The virtues sunk and the vices rose everywhere
Envious state of barbarism, terrorism inflicted on them
The poor animals lost peace and principles they had
Centuries curse engulfed all what was out of thought,
Ferocious animals are in the neighbouring big forest
They always wait for chances on the helpless ones,
They do not care for hesitating in violating terms
Committing all sorts of hyenas and monstrous harms,
They know how and when to cook poisonous broth
And how to throw an unseen net to catch the rest,
Once some cats were quarrelling nearby the bush
Some wild dogs of the big forest made an instant rush,
For repeated barking mewing was beyond of hearing
Foxes and monkeys also joined within a quick haste
Crows, kites and vultures started crowing for the feast
What more, rats and mice left the bush being frightened
Dreadful tumult, commotion, collision, conflict took place
At the arrival of buffalos, deer, bears, wolfs and hyenas,
But with the unexpected appearance of lions and tigers
All the surroundings became instant silent and isolated
All went away murmuring without a single looking back,
The victorious were excited having got all easy victory
But they found troubles to enjoy the whole empire lonely
So there were roaring, shouting, blustering, threatening
Of occupying empire, power, lordship and over lordship
‘Might is right’ established in the ruleless bestial state.
Categories:
mewing, dark,
Form:
Imagism
I know, I know.
For some of you people, it's hard.
You have no choice.
Your parents didn't teach you any better.
If at all.
If you had any parents to speak of.
And the crowd you run with is worse than you.
So, in conclusion...where would you go to know.
Where would you learn to grasp the courtesy, the decorum.
The bourgeois sense of civility somehow afforded to the rest of mankind.
You wouldn't.
You didn't.
And there you are.
Flapping.
Flapping that big-ass mouth of yours.
Into your spittle-loving smart phone.
Spewing and flailing.
Mewing and assailing.
With everyone within earshot (read: a thousand nautical miles) absorbing your golden renderings.
Renderings filled with more primal, guttural nonsense than a naked mute, set on fire, playing charades.
More monologue than dialogue.
A demagogue with a catalog.
And then you finish your call.
And start another.
More nonsense about someone else we don't give a **** about.
And then you finish.
You go silent.
There's hope for us.
When all of a sudden.
The earbuds go in.
And the singing begins.
In tune, then out.
(Insert meaningless rap dribble and delicious mcnuggets of profanity HERE)
I guess naked mutes like karaoke.
The train arrives.
We all depart.
There is a G-d.
(5/6/14)
Categories:
mewing, humor, imagery, people, word
Form:
Free verse
Canis Lupus the Wolf
Spring is here
and almost to the end of April
when I will give birth to my pups
the inner layer of my wool, fur has shed
it will help keep me cool during the summer
My den is well secluded, dug, deep, and large
enough for safety of my pups away from searching eyes,
I need to nestle in and have my pups and keep them safe
I hear the pack lead by my mate communicating with each other
with their howls out in the distant woods
they will keep me fed until I'm able to safely leave
My litter of five pups are so beautiful,
they came last night
with black, soft, fuzzy, wooly fur with their eyes closed
they’re squeaking, mewing, and wriggling
I love laying here listening to them as they suck and feed
Two weeks have passed
and I see my loved ones are starting to mature
their blue eyes and ears are opened up,
by next week they will be crawling,
by the forth they will start walking
I can't wait until they're nine weeks old
so they can start venturing out in play
and hunt small prey for themselves
They actually won’t be adults
until they're at least two years old
then they can choose to leave the pack,
and have their own mate.
In the mean time I nestle with my pups
In safety as they wiggle and nurse
© By Eve Roper 4/2/2015
Categories:
mewing, education,
Form:
Personification
The morning comes, dawning
slowly, as I arise once more --
mind meandering, sleepily yawning,
sunlight creeping through my door.
My mewing cat demands a morning meal
while distant church bells faintly peal
and traffic sounds invade the room.
Coffee briskly brews; the cat begins to groom.
I grab a glass of breakfast juice -- minutes pass
as I drink it down then get the paper from the grass.
I brush off the dew, read the news,
the comic strips and op-ed views.
My coffee cools. Dumb opinions heat me up.
To calm myself, I re-warm my too-cold cup
then turn to hear pure music's psalm.
No rapping please -- just melody's sweet balm.
Categories:
mewing, cat, good morning, sunshine,
Form:
Rhyme
ONOMATOPOEIA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
all live onomatopoeia of the night
howling, mewing, twit twooing, screeching, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of war
banging, booming, rat tat tat tating, screaming, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of woodland
tapping, flapping, singing, rustling, cawing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of farmland
bleating, mooing, barking, honking, nighing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of love making
sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing, Y E S, onomatopoeia!
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Categories:
mewing, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Do you hear what I hear
in the far off fields?
Farmers tending to their crops
and counting out their yields.
Sheep are mewing,cattle too
like those so long ago.
When little baby Jesus
did set the stars aglow.
Three wise men did travel far
to see this glorious sight.
They carried precious oils and such
to give to Him that night.
The babe was wrapped in ragged cloth
but never did He cry.
He smiled sweet as heavenly hosts
did flutter wings nearby.
So do you hear what I hear
into this night as then?
A chorus of angels,shepherds too
singing good news again.
Categories:
mewing, birthday, christmas, jesus,
Form:
Quatrain
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
It had snowed softly on this Christmas night;
Homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
A lonely snowflake kisses my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
Park benches buried in the pure white snow;
Quietly an icy and frosty stream still ripples and flows,
And the shops are luminous in the town center.
At the church stained glass panes are welcoming,
The pristine snow lay on the steps in tranquility;
I bow my head in prayer recalling memories of family,
Whispering snowflakes fall on my hair blowing.
Faint a sound from something left near the church,
I approach the snow draped box, unsure;
And a mewing, mewing within the wet enclosure,
Then a small forlorn white kitten lurched.
I cuddled the kitten in my arms brushing off the snow,
A lonely girl and a lost kitten together this night;
While the snow is falling and falling in sheets of white,
And I call this kitten found * Christmas Snow *.
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December 6, 2014
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/A Christmas Snow
Copyright Protected, ID 12-624-126-06
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
For the contest, Christmas Snow,
Sponsor, Gail Angel Doyle, Judged 12/2014
Second Place
Categories:
mewing, christmas, loneliness, snow, winter,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…
A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in the Basin, an orange of waters,
the Silver of Gold Coast.
Africa! A Limpopo in Zambezi.
Wild wild cat mewing on jaro mountains,
climbing the Zuma face,
and ascending from the Jos-Plateau.
Africa! A sight and sound,
a sound of Saka Zulu,
and a sight of Mandela.
A sound of Mau Mau song,
and a sight of Jomo Kenyatta.
The voice of Nkrumah,
prompting tying broom sticks together.
The zikist Movement,
and the freedom of the child.
Africa! A child once weeping,
but Ngugi says, ‘Weep Not Child’.
Once tried,
in ‘the trial of Brother Jero’.
Once chained,
Kaunda assured, ‘Zambia shall be free’.
Achebe saw ‘Things fall apart’,
observed, ‘The center cannot hold’,
but, Addis Ababa held the center.
Africa! Chanting a new song,
the song that unchained the chains of Mandela,
replacing the guns with tables and chairs.
A song written in ‘So Long a Letter’,
making brothers sit with brothers,
a song recited while sitting around a table.
A song of reasoning; a song of understanding;
but the last stanza of the song says;
Not yet Uhuru
Categories:
mewing, nature, people, places, song,
Form:
Epic
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
Categories:
mewing, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I woke up on Monday morning and I was in a terrible mess
My cat was caught behind the boiler and in deep distress
She was mewing loudly in an absurd and irritable way
I should call an engineer, but I have no money to pay
Thinking on my feet I came up with an excellent plan
Dan is my next door neighbour and an admirable man
He’s got a gorgeous golden tan, he’s a guy I could fall for
Plucking up courage I went to knock on his front door
I explained my predicament and he kindly said that he’d drop by
Maybe he likes me as I’m sure I saw the iris dilate in his eye
I said I would appreciate his help if he could come over
Hopefully he could rescue my little cat, her name is Clover
Dan arrived quickly and grabbed poor Clover by the tail
Her tail has kink in it, and she emits a dreadful wail!
Dan wouldn’t take an iota of cash to free Clover from her ordeal
But he was really genial when I offered to cook him a nice meal
His generous help with Clover had saved me from a costly bill
Just to be in Dan’s company would give me such a thrill
Dan was so thoughtful and gave me some lovely orange flowers
The time passed by so quickly we talked for many hours
In fact if truth be told Dan never left my house that night
I had to order Clover to make herself scarce until daylight!
Words to include are:- Absurd, appreciate, admirable, cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent,golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable,kindly, knock, kink,orange, over, order
Time taken to write poem 1 hour 12 minutes
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Categories:
mewing, cat, crush, funny love,
Form:
Couplet
Viv had planned to be out supping real ale
But his wife had a different idea
Furniture assembly - Viv's face turn pale
but he gritted his teeth, and said ‘yes dear’
Alas, to poor Viv's utter dismay
the instruction booklet could not be found
With stiff upper lip, it won't mar his day
His ******** expertise will astound
So Viv got to it, banging and screwing
to achieve an outstanding ********
Celeste the cat’s contentedly mewing
Watching Viv work to utter perfection
Viv's DIY skills were put to the test
He reached his goal with no help from Celeste!
Poem based on Viv's blog
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/blogs/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=33348&PoetID=62162
My ONLY sonnet in 2018
3/8/18
Categories:
mewing, cat, celebration, home, humorous,
Form:
Sonnet