Cat Death Poems | Examples
These Cat Death poems are examples of Death poems about Cat. These are the best examples of Death Cat poems written by international poets.
In the beginning two lovers were born
In the campus parking lot behind the student union
They clung together for 60 years
Until one day my wounded bird knew
Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again
I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor
When she fell...she said she wanted to go to a nursing home
Where strong young girls could do what I could not
It's where old people go to die, nobody gets out of there alive
Once a week I drive there to bring candy and other treats to her bed
And news from our empty house that I share with our old girl calico cat
It's the beginning of the end
D.C. Jordan
Categories:
death, farewell, first love,
My heart is broken today
Because my cat zorro boy
Passed away
He was a bad little something
You see
He was busy like a
Buzzing bee
He watched me as if
He was giving me a sign
Letting me know that it
Was his time
As I whispered to him
Good-bye
Categories:
animal, death,
Shadows are flying in my head.
Emotions are lost .
Darkness is running allover,thou life is a mystery.
Deeply I feel sad, deeply I feel happy, asking why life is worthless.
I can feel anger brewing inside my heart.
Periodically hateness is installed in my heart.
My emotions are lost in my own world,where I don't have access.
I'm lost in my thoughts.
I feel disconnected to the real world.
Categories:
death, 3rd grade, art, birth,
a fragrant red rose, dulcet and perfumed soft
with sun kissed petals, rich and dripping sweetness
gently I carry her to you my precious and treasured one
while melodious birds sing songs in low tweets and chirps
and rose is wilting in my hand as she hangs her head dying
as I weep and lay her on the garden grave of my beloved cat
Categories:
death,
There is a game we all must play
Without the slightest hope of winning.
It doesn't cease at end of day,
From start to end, it's one long inning.
The game observes no rules, no guidelines,
Though there well may be a master plan,
Much like a game of "Cat and Mouse",
Or "Tag", or maybe "Catch Me If You Can".
No one gets benched or sits on sidelines,
Though only two at once can play.
One side's the cat and one the mouse;
Death is the hunter, we the prey.
The odds are badly stacked against us,
And there's no way to hedge the bet,
But we play with firm determination,
One shot at life is all we get.
There is no coach, there is no scoreboard,
No victory party to attend.
No one can tell the game's duration,
But all too well how it will end.
Categories:
death, life, perspective,
What killed the Cat was not ‘Curiosity’
~ ‘Twas the ferocity of the Rat
Categories:
animal, death, history, truth,
“There’s something special about visiting a graveyard. Both life and death meet together in time.” - Eric Overby
The town cemetery is quiet and dark at night
Most do not try to visit it unless it is daylight
It’s rumored to be haunted with many ghosts there
The moonlight illuminates the stones in a peaceful flair
As tree leaves rustle in the warm breezy night air
An old man then appears on the cemetery bench
Smoking a cigar, as he is speaking in fluent French
Big band music is now heard lightly in the wind tonight
As a bride and groom appear dancing under the moonlight
A group of civil war soldiers appear marching like war began
A black cat then appears on the bench purring near the man
He cries in joy as he sees his beloved departed cat Stan
It’s dawn as the sun is starting to rise over the cemetery grounds
It appears empty, not a soul is in sight or any strange sounds
Categories:
death, grave, mystery, night,
Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench
My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench
People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives
In time they’ll fade too, into the archives
I notice a young family, a dog and a cat
After they draw a last breath, what awaits after that?
Billions departed throughout the lineage of man
Bygone times, forgotten lives; been quite the span.
What is the meaning of life in this place?
Why have some never shared a loving embrace?
How many souls have meandered here?
Each with their own struggles to persevere
Who makes it to heaven and who does not?
Will some scorch in hellfire in flames molten hot?
Are we amid a spiritual war for our soul?
The weight of such questions takes its toll
I hope that together, we make it in the end
To a realm without fear, where we joyfully ascend
The righteous, the tainted, and all in between
In a land of eternal peace, pure and serene
Categories:
death, deep, heaven, journey, life,
Scattered buttons on the floor
A cat named Buttons dying at my door
I think of what a button can do
Oh, Buttons the Cat, how I loved you
A button gone, my shirt askew
My life depends on buttons new
Categories:
cat, death, life, simple,
My emotions flow in time with the rivers current
It's so close I can smell it, what I long for
the tall cat tail grass brushing against my bare arms, wet sand and driftwood
a heavy heart longing to be carried home again
my soul craves this, the waters hymnal
It must be a dream to meet you here on these banks under the night sky
Sitting on the edge of all that I must cross
We laugh, skipping stones
Categories:
death, dream, grief, loss,
The big cat and the buffalo
Its the hunter and the hunted
As a spectator in the food cycle
It can be daunting and haunting
To watch the spectacle
To the big cat, its a race to catch a meal
It's a run for dear life for the buffalo to live
It is life's vicious cycle ordained to be.
Adapt or die as a predator and as a prey.
The weak serve as a prey while the weak predator
Starve to death
Life in the Savannah grassland is the survival
Of the fittest.
(Written 16th June, 2021)
Categories:
death, food, life,
The submerged fire, still burning inside,
A flame that’s unspoken, but cannot hide.
Though time has passed, her light still shines bright,
In the corners of your heart, she’s still your guiding light.
The dew on her skin,
A moment so brief,
But her warmth still resides
Like the softest belief.
Her beauty bloomed like a flower in the sun,
A love that carried you, like waves you surfed on.
Even as seasons change, her petals remain,
A symbol of devotion that will never wane.
You think of your Cat with a soft, quiet grace,
As if she’s still here, filling the space.
Her love, a thread that will never break,
A timeless connection, no distance can shake.
Her presence a comfort, always there,
A love so luminous, nothing could compare.
For eternity, she will carry you right,
A mark on your soul, forever white.
You’ll never forget about her, wherever you may go,
Nevertheless, there’s no need for sorrow.
She will guide you through darkness and pain.
You’re always together and your love will always remain.
She is eternal, a bright and steady flame,
Forever and always, you will whisper her name.
Categories:
absence, angel, death, heartbroken,
The sun does arise,
On the valley sweet,
The birds & pups wise,
Call our kits to meet.
The hoots & hollers,
Sound loud for miles;
Yet! Amiss is one collar,
Lone in the Sky Isles.
The sun does down,
On the green hills tired,
Lining the vale round,
Our pets to bed retired.
The whistles & purrs,
Chime in the crisp wind.
All but one bed stirs;
Our dear numbers thinned.
Long time does pass,
Bleak winter does come,
Hoar-frost is the grass,
Warmed by a low hum.
We stand together,
Upon valleys sharp,
Wond’ring: ‘just whether,
You’re hearing, fain, the sky harp.’
Categories:
animal, cat, death, emotions,
Cats are an intriguing tribe.
They celebrate making the choice.
When you hear them, you catch the vibe
at the height of their Heaviside voice.
With lively reveling, they rejoice!
Cats are known for meditation
that mere humans can only surmise.
They devote much contemplation,
being both cunning and wise,
in choosing the one to die and arise.
So when you hear the bawl at night
do not rage or enter a snit.
It is this night they delight
in debating the worth of kith and kit
and contend themselves befit.
Humans contemplate immortality
in somber, immutable terms.
Cats view transition as formality
for it is death that life affirms
and only life that death confirms.
Categories:
animal, cat, celebration, death,
Her wings are sharp and rusty
Her might is all a musty
Tears of rust she cries
As another soul dies
Someone minding their buisness
Not in a gang just walking the street
Going home after work to make ends meet
But they met with the angel of death
One quick stab they took their last breath
A breath that could have been saved
But in peer pressure the person caved
And took the soul of young one
This time a child
Someone so meek and mild
Timid like a cat
They wouldn't give it all that
They was a child of 5
A chance to be so alive
Who else has to go
Before the law is changed we can't say so
So say no to knives
Unless you need them in your cutlery lives
Say no to peer pressure
Get keir starmer to read this poem
And how for many it hits home
Keir starmer we are done
No knives
Save lives
Categories:
angel, culture, death, deep,