Cat Personification Poems | Examples
These Cat Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Cat. These are the best examples of Personification Cat poems written by international poets.
pour me a drink ~
do you have a light?
jazzy night
dim the lights
hold on tight
out of range out of sight
take me to new heights
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Carrying the fever and heat
of love’s first flame,
I set out on a journey
expectant and anxious,
sealed and tight lipped,
all emotions bottled.
From port to port I journeyed,
travelling in a little love vessel.
What a heavy cargo of dreams I carried
with the scent of memories perfumed.
Did a black cat cross my path?
Behind all veils of cloud,
hope lingered
My spirit….
pulsating inside.
My senses….
waiting for the moment of beatitude!
Skyward I flew
floating through the air
to land,
finally in your trembling hands,
dreaming of a nameless delight,
bursting out at the earliest moment.
With my heart beats rising hoarse,
you slit my mouth,
pulled my soul out.
But,
gnarling at my face,
mercilessly you tore me into bits.
and threw me into the bin!!
In the Westerly wind,
slivers of me flew about
like ghosts,
unable to get back to their graves.
After whirling naked in the gust of wind,
pieces of me fell down one by one,
to lie inert on the ground,
gasping for the final breath.
Did the firmament tattooed by stars
mock at my pitiable plight?
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my sneak 'round the barn
OOOoh
mine hind limbz
thrust mine rest
up
into your maple
your pretty still cauzez
mine frantic
you shout
"honey
there'z a cheetah in our Maple tree"
"i'm the Jaguar
thuh
Jaguar girlie"
')
*Felid; Felidae, iz uv the big 5 cat family
the jaguar, leopard and cheetah look alike
but are different ;)
I wish they made tiny earmuffs.
They never stop
Dawn to dusk
Chirping, cheeping, cawing,
Chattering in the hedges.
I root for the cat.
Not often
But on occasion
Y’know….just
Get that one.
Hey I chirp now and then
Get a bit over eager
At the feeder
Peck at an over eager squirrel.
It is called a “BIRD” feeder bozo.
It’s getting’ colder
They’re all keyed up
Going south.
I may just stay here
Nest near the dryer vent
Hope they toss out a slice of bread
Whole wheat is ok
Maybe a fistful of seed.
I hope they leave soon
I may read a book
Quietly
Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild
They love to pounce on their prey.
They lunge at animals' necks.
With their powerful jaws they hold on tight.
They pounce on and attack
Deer, wild boar and baby elephants.
When ill or injured, they will kill people
They can't catch their normal prey.
Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn
When their prey are more active.
Their strong legs and sharp claws
Help them take down their prey efficiently.
Their keen sense of hearing and sight
Allow them to attack with precision.
Their unique coat patterns allow them
To get close to prey without being detected.
THE LYNX
That black cat, I spy - he licks the puppet all over.
The fox’s red fur feels not the imposition nor
the puppetmaster’s paw, but the red fox,
my prey, feels the crunch of its bones, insanity bleeds,
after the toilsome run from my teeth.
My teeth chatter, cold and cruel, terribly hungry
to rip up a carcass, to chow down
a soul. I eat the meat raw.
Its blood is my foundation -
I powder my nose. The cries of my prey
with stuffing and gravy. Yes, let’s do
Thanksgiving. Like me, the black cat
defiles a fox. We are both satisfied.
Born into a world, beautiful, free
Innocence, beauty, perfection.
Can do no harm, a soul without sin.
Happiness, excitement, time to explore.
Taking time to trust oneself,
The world so free of hurt and pain
I frolick and run, pretend stalk in the rain
Everyday and all day dusk till dawn,
To describe it clearly, after learning to crawl
The freadom to live and be natures king
I walk with my tribe, proud and unaware of sin.
The wind and sun settling on my skin.
The reason for creation to live honest and true.
My only deception for others to see
Is stalking, preying on a next meal for me.
I remain proud and fierce in natures home.
One wish is that humans would leave us alone.
I love to tease and tear around your yard,
while happily chattering and chirping away.
I enjoy searching for acorns and other nuts,
and stuffing my cheeks full while I run and play.
I sometimes find a rare delicacy in your yard,
yummy tulip bulbs and fresh ornamental flowers.
I recently ate your huge orange hibiscus bloom,
and hope you add more, as your garden has room.
I have several shared living dens in your backyard,
and my family loves the perennial garden the best.
We love to hide among the decorative gnomes,
while chirping and teasing your huge dog on guard.
I love to tease the neighbor’s cat, chirping when he appears,
and laughing at him, as I safely scurry back under your fence.
I continue keeping busy visiting your feeders to steal seeds,
feasting and storing while preparing for my winter needs.
I have a large muscular strong body frame
roam relaxed in the wilderness of thicket,
excel as a hunter of the wild animal blood,
once I set the preys as goal I hound them.
Labeled as the king of beasts, even then,
I don’t know why they call me a cat.
With masculine mane I crown my head
that seduces the lissome lioness in my den.
I like to lie with the cubs in shade of tree,
and lumber leisurely in the grassland,
can run the fastest under darkness cover,
strive hard to kill when we are hungry.
Follow stealthily the unwary alluring kill,
I can outrun the fastest fleshy gazelle.
Lunge like a lance at its slender neck,
and pin the prey down for a hearty meal.
I was born in a cave den with seven other kittens in the Fall,
born blind and helpless but my nose could sense my mom;
all I wanted to do was nestle close and drink her sweet milk,
as days passed by my eyes opened to discover my siblings.
We loved to tumble and play in the den while mom slept,
at twilight she would leave us and come back smelling of blood;
and this was our routine for months until the snow fell,
I could smell it cold and fresh outside the cave opening.
Wanting to explore I would peak out but mom dragged me back,
then, one day she let us follow her into the snowy night;
our snowshoe paws left big footprints as we followed closely,
mom taught us to be silent and taught us to catch snowshoe hare.
I grew quickly and discovered I was an agile climber and good swimmer,
with my sharp teeth I killed the hare as I roamed boreal forests;
my fur was dense and beautiful and I was a solitary Lynx in Canada,
I avoided humans as mom had taught me- they would kill for my fur.
I’m just a little goby and I swim above the sand
I’m glad to live beneath the waves and not upon the land
I hear there’s cats and birds up there that love to dine on fish
So as a little goby I’m right here where I would wish
My fins kick up a little sand as I go on my way
I’m looking for a tasty meal which I do every day
Perhaps I’m quite a hypocrite as I seek out a morsel
For like a cat, a shrimp would send a shiver down my dorsal
And there it is, my lunch today is flitting to and fro
It’s almost mesmerising so I guess I’ll have a go
I swim up very stealthily and open my mouth wide
The sand erupts… and it’s an anglerfish I’m stuck inside!
And so I sit here hoping that another fish might follow
And I can swim out as he finds a bigger fish to swallow
I cannot bare to think I might be chewed up to a pulp
And I can only hope the last sound I hear isn’t, “Gulp!”
Within you,
in my little universe,
I hear your soothing heartbeat,
my own life,
I just discovered my fingers,
floating in the warmth of
your womb,
as you gently sing
to me,
I marvel at the purring of the cat,
as she's sleepily nestled
up to your abdomen,
I'm a promise to be-
delivered to you from God. ~
Purr-fect feelings fall like shadows, down,
Casting hope into life’s greatest yearnings,
Purr-fect silence rains promises all around,
Shushing the extravagance of frisky earnings.
Purr-fect wonders exclude the restless meow,
From the promise of agility beyond compare.
Purr-fect stillness calms the most anxious brow,
Fantasizing about the mouse caught in a snare.
Pur-fect poise, dignified she abides the night,
Softly stirring the haunted nightmares of her stalked,
Purr-fect grace, begging for that first tender bite,
From the frozen heart she has assuredly shocked.
Purr-fect joy fills her heart and soul with hope,
When she remembers the cuddling of her human,
Purr-fect composure reminds her she can cope,
Unlike those careless canines, she can see - acumen
So oft I see the moon at night
And wait until the time is right
To swoop and catch a bat in flight
So that I can have a midnight bite
Although, I'm wise and very old
I see at night with eyes of gold
On Halloween my face gets bold
And spooky tales of me are told
By mornings sun I'm full and fat
From last night's meal, that tasty bat
And for breakfast I ate a large black rat
That I had stolen from a large black cat
So now I'll tuck my face that glows
And hide my yellow beak-like nose
Because the sun came up, and I suppose
I'll hoot and hoot and then I'll dose
NIGHT BUS
I recall that girl, she was a mouse
Scurrying to and from daily work
White furry coat on that cold day
A cute little pink nose, trembling
I wanted to cup her in my hand
But alas, it was a chance I missed
He was a brute, and sat nearby
A black cat with piercing eyes
She turned, and was intimidated
I never heard him speak to her
He reached out with his paw
Showing a glittering cuff link
A sense of danger was in the air
She squeaked, scared at his touch
He growled, almost with pleasure
Whilst at the back, I only looked
In the end, it was to be her or me
And felt no shame, as I was a rat