Prints Poems | Examples

where are the cat prints

polka dot curtains in the form of dotted swiss
light and airy, fuzzy and bumpy, minute and white
polka dotted pillows in reds, blues and oranges
unusual in grandma’s house; everything here usually has a dog on it

She has a dog-print couch, dog-paw-print carpeting,
dog apron, dog dishtowel, dog toilet paper holder.
Maybe this is her idea of branching out?
Where are the cat prints? I ask grandma.

This annoys her.
She despises cats.
One bit her in 1943.

measuring big foots prints

I was not expecting to see big foot’s prints in the snow
When I came upon them to my horse I yelled “whoa!”
Took out my turquoise tape and measured one of them too.
Sixteen inches long, and the width was longer than my boo.

canvas

canvas of fresh snow
a trail of kitty footprints
prowler in our midst

Prints In The Sand

Nice to draw in sand
High tide comes, it erases
Any prints there is.

Foot prints on the sea

Infinity the eyes behold the ocean
At a distance the sky clinches the sea
Utopia it feels..

As prodigious ships return, others start sailing off
To wander in the vast sea space,
With no foot prints left behind to trace.

Worry not O soul, and let the waves lead
Trust them, for Mortals they always guide home
Be still, and let it sail

Mind Prints

Beyond the cabin walls
a shimmering molt of starlight
brushes brilliance
over my black drenched car.

Snowflakes fall
disappear
then appear to float up
on weightless whisps
breathed out
from inky cisterns.

A chill window reflects,
it takes my picture
through a fisheye lens.

Behind me,
a log fire cracks and chirps.
The room chirrs warmly
like a fiddle in a ghost camp.

I turn to look at where I live
see only yesterday still unpacking.

Something in the timbers
creaks through listening ears,
a softy shuffling rumor
trails hollowly
like whispers in an empty clock,
but its just the wood
speaking its mind.

I think about future nights
here in the arboreal twilight
locked in by the weather
with only the tepid churn
of daydreams
providing narrowing paths
for my soul-searching.

Paw Prints

I can almost see your paw prints. 

But they are simply random indentations.

It is moments like that which keep you alive. 
 
Maybe I am just open to suggestibility-

But when I hear that refrigerator hum. 

It sounds like your purr. 

To see messages as if you are leaving gifts for me. 

But without me, your memory is stagnant. 

Paw prints that become more clear…

That is simply some compulsion of mine.

Paw Prints In the Sand

PAW PRINTS IN THE SAND 

David Lasaine 2017

When you were alone, I was there.
When the sun rose or set, I was there.
When you faced death, I was there.
When you were sad, I was there.
When the darkest of times happened, I was there.
When you shivered...I was your warmth.
When you cried, I tasted your tears.
When you slept...I protected you.
We shared many wonderful memories, you and me.
We laughed and played together.
I asked not for much: a belly rub and my side scratched.
To be walked a few times a day.
I put my life in your hands to care for me, to feed me...to love me.
I served you with unconditional love and faithfully during my life.
And when I am gone, until we meet in the Spiritual World.
Please do not forget me...I will be waiting for you.

Eternally Yours,
Your Faithful Companion

Snow Prints

Pure and pristine
 layers upon layers accumulate on the scene,
 cold winds blowing, sifting, drifting, serene;
the sun rising high with little warm
 blinding brilliance after the storm
 the land asleep safe and unharmed;
shovels scraping, snow quaking
 plows earth-shaking
 snow ready for the taking;
but in the yard, nature's warden
 the soft blanketed snow garden
 a pure untouched slate well pardoned;
where sandy fawns sleep
 the imprints of large and tiny feet,
 feathered friends and creatures come out of retreat,
squirrel tracks here and there
 comparable to a snowshoe hare
 suddenly the world exists without a care
and peace returns for the moments marked
 focus for the times harsh and stark
 and futures upon which we shall embark,
leaving imprints upon the snow
 soon enough, it's time will go,
 shoveled to the side and swept away
waiting on the end of January days.
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Paw Prints On My Heart

The memories that I have of you 
Everyday they flood my mind
You weren't here to long 
But long enough to
Leave some really deep paw prints on my heart
The way that you lived your difficult life
How you wanted to be with everyone
Laying on the shoulders or laps
Cuddling up to my chin
The way you were always there when we ate
The sound of your soft meow
The way you cuddled up with me under the covers
It didn't matter 
All you wanted was someone to hold you all the time
No matter where I was you were right there with me
Trying to get on me even if I was busy
God, took you way to soon
Now all I have are these memories 
They are all in a paw print
So now all is left Is a 
Paw print on my heart 
It's so deep that it will hurt for the rest of my life

Snow Prints Or Sand Prints

Snow prints or sand prints, 
we’re going to leave a mark; 
The future is ours.

Sound Prints

It’s a cold and damp, early-winter night in New Zealand. People are crouching in the dark throughout the forests and farmlands of Northland, They are here this night to coincide with  the waning moon, so moonlight doesn’t disturb any hoped for visitors. Scattered, shivering, silent and hushed through the long night, they sit, quietly, and listen. The sound they’re all hoping for is a high-pitched, guttural croak of female kiwi or piercing cry of males looking for a mate. A sign that Aotearoa’s threatened, iconic kiwi has returned to patches of forests that had fallen silent. [Play the sound to hear what they heard]

Sound Prints

in silent forests
plaintive calls of male kiwis
herald a return

Tommy Prints His Name

glitter and girly 
she deserves the best though right?
Tommy prints his name 



Written 2-05-2021
Contest: Valentine Senryu
Sponsor: Tania Kitchen

Prints of Daffodils

The bed covers grew longer and longer.
As the continuous thread was fed, 
from the spindle to the spools unwinding and rewinding, 
from spool to spool twisting and weaving its threads, 
through the eyes of the needles, 
and into stitches of rows that zigged zagged,
In alternating colors of yellows, blues, and reds, 
with prints of daffodils across the covered beds.

Yeah I Know I Put Prints

From the dirt
i see the marching armies of fade
pulled both sides of the reflections
into the crack
Wanted to be the prints
lived on the thrum thoroughly
of guitar strung
All the lies i told you
the one that seemed to lack
backback two backs
run of late i've been running late
Late for a very important date
Was the rabbit white
the one i thought of you thinking of
softly is such a word
Fragment cracks the lips
pity seems the less
Known the beauty of the burn of my eyelids closed
plot plot where did you go
pull up a seat
lets watch the end
hope there is popcorn

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