Life Cat Poems | Examples
These Life Cat poems are examples of Cat poems about Life. These are the best examples of Cat Life poems written by international poets.
Mommy cat and four kittens
oops, neighbor ran over Mittens
Now four cats still alive
another ran over three survive
Three cats left across the street
since two ran over becoming road meat
Mommy cat with her kittens two
come to my yard wanting food
Get my dogs in a barking mood
that mommy cat and her two dudes
These three cats with the Nine Life Jive
look both ways while crossing street still alive
The street scored two victims could be more
if the cats cross street with pedal floored
Life is fragile times we cry
nothing so sad as when a kitten dies
But we must be strong and carry on
for those three cats won't leave my lawn
Start the Truck Mike...
A sudden shiver rushes down my spine.
Your shoulders move like you are on the prowl.
The flesh you dearly want to eat is mine,
say piercing green eyes, and deep, rumbling growl.
To be a housecat, you were never bred.
As a feline, you have my respect.
It's only bars that separate us two.
Don't kill me. Instead,
take the one who caused your free life to be wrecked.
Go kill the man who put you in this zoo.
Broken heart like broken bones
Life is hard from a broken home
Amplify my feelings I cry alone
Cat in me reeling black cat moan
Kicking my habits except guitar
Cat has to have it near not far
A rock song stronger than my heart
Tell me you’re over the hard part
Maybe I’ll see you again someday
Only crazy men can understand my ways
An electric guitar screams heart ache
Neon charge and scars why I play
Everywhere I go, I want to cry.
I see a black cat's green and evil eye.
Whether I'm away or at home,
I weep and hear his awful moan.
I look at a constellation in the sky -
it's that cat, and don't ask me why,
but I see his cat eyes in the stars
just before that pound of flesh and scars.
He must be following me around,
on every highway, and in every town.
He's crossed each and every path.
His menacing moan is filled with wrath.
Every time I roll a pair of dice,
he strikes me down like so many mice.
When the hair on his back stands on end,
what does his sinister presence portend?
First, he sent me to my first wife.
Now, I think he wants to take my life.
"Kill me or set me free", I plead.
He says, "A ball of yarn is all I need".
The joys you brought into the home
A little silver-gray skein - soft and warm
Raspberry tongue and jade green eyes
I believe that you are exceptional -
nothing more, nothing less
You are a door opener, to inner feelings
There will always be hands to pat you
feed you and nurse your wounds
In the reflection room, threads are woven
of future dreams
A long earthly journey of discovery
with life-giving energies
The tame wildcat owned by my neighbour
Came at night, soft and guilty,
Plucking birds from their nests.
Blood and feather marked our porch
And the courtyard
We told the cat's owner about the killing
But night after night
The quiet slaughter continued
Until at last the prowling ceased,
And he was gone from our doorstep.
Days latter, he lay death
Curled in a corner
Of the neighbour's house.
Though he brought us discomfort,
My sorrow ran deep for the brief companion,
For a little while he lived among us
And left a hollow pawprint on my days.
( Poem of TODAY on 01.06.2026 )
A cat is a cat, you might say.
But my orange cat Lucas, is undoubtedly unique.
His fur has black stripes,
he looks as a little tiger.
A lively and curious cat
with a special personality.
Homemade sushi, is his favorite meal.
Lucas, enjoys life and expresses a lot of joy.
Stretches and rolls around on my lap
... I scratch his belly,
it's clear that he's pleased.
Lucas rightly bears his name, "bringer of light".
A sudden weight upon the quiet sheet,
The tentative approach of stepping feet.
A wet and sandpaper caress upon the face,
Brought with a quiet, aristocratic grace.
You are the soft alarm that starts the day,
Demanding breakfast in your own sweet way.
A resonant, low rumble in your chest,
You purr your way to loving me the best.
Curled tight into a perfect, furry wheel,
A gentle crescent, quiet and surreal.
You sleep through storms, you sleep away the day,
Until the fleeting twilight calls to play.
A breathing moon of warmth upon the bed,
With folded paws beneath a sleepy head.
In your deep slumber, perfectly at rest,
You teach us that the stillest life is best.
cautiously treads ground
anxious over his ninth life
tastes the air with pause
Securing kittens with her purring reign
she champions Mom's role midst feline terrain
our dear cat, Meowna prevails
nurturing, she never fails...
gives birth, feeds others, bringing home great gain.
Guarding our orphanage, dog pet does best
checking children's security with zest...
she shows canine fervency
in times of emergency
warning all while barking to the fullest.
Our cat and dog pursue well their ventures
protectors as their God-endowed features...
enjoying life with delight
defying fright from pests' blight
they manifest service-kindness' gestures.
Edited on May 23, 2026
Love Poem to a Cat
Your simplicity is Absolute.
As such, a Perfection of your kind.
Eat, Sleep, Cuddle With The Giants, Get The Pets
Repeat.
Your days a monochrome monotony
Eternal yet ephemeral
You can be a nuisance
But never trouble
(unlike your sister, who ran off because Mom wouldn't share her ice cream)
The Outside World is not for you,
Dear Boy.
It would chew you up and spit you out;
We can't have that.
So stay in with us as we retire
Live out your hopefully longish perfect cat life
Safe in its comfortable nonexcitement
When you are gone
You shall leave
A furry little hole in my heart
So sleep well,
My dear little Bubbula.
Sleep well.
He was a dog without a bone,
a nightingale in monotone,
a cat that was canary-less -
a man who lived with less.
One day, he took to the road,
the holes in his coat, they showed,
but he carried in his pocket,
a little silver locket,
with a picture of his mother.
One way or another,
he'd find a way to make her proud,
and he'd lose that ol' black cloud.
But the only thing he found
was a wee thing in the ground,
which gave his heart a tug.
He eyed it with a shrug.
'Twas only a potato bug.
I must have been a cat in a former life
basking in the sun
playing with yarn
being coy
chasing flying things
patting my mistress down as a nest
then again
I am not regal or royal
I do not huff off in a haughty rage
Do not expect to be fed by servants
do not frighten dogs
Maybe I was never a cat
fell
poisoned
burned in blaze
drowned in wild flood
shot by an arrow
stone wall collapsed in sleep
claws lost their grip on brick wall
last life lost, fell under a train
nine lives spent chasing fate's dark design
but lives fold back into hidden nines
digits encircle to new lives
27, 36
their digits add to nine
lives begin again
cat's life revives
fate resets
nine more
lives
she climbs into every pocket, nook, and cupboard she sees
sometimes we forget she is there until she gives a baby sneeze
she is our new kitten, Munchkin, who delights us in every way
We misplace her about sixty-two times a day
she likes to pat us down, as if we are some kind of nest
we expect nothing from her, but her cuddling is the best
life without her was not as easy, she brings so much to our heart.
one kitten is not enough, but it is a terrific start!