Short Pouncing Poems
Short Pouncing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pouncing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pouncing by length and keyword.
Cat
Methodical, curious
Waiting, leaping, pouncing
Prey, Heart, Heart, Fear
Hiding, fearing, sneaking
Silent, scared
Mouse
RAPTOR
sparrow hawk alights-
the chattering
stops
just one flap of wings-
the raptor makes its kill
pouncing down at will
the charcoal-colored cat
creeps upon it's prey
pouncing at the last possible minute
before the garter snake
slithers in tall grass
The stray
kittens
Meeting
At the
Red barn
Rolling on
Balls of
Green and
Purple yarn
Pouncing on
The tapioca
Scent of
A catnip
Moon
tabby cat slinking
around the house, looking stealth
pouncing and prancing
lover, neat and sweet
purring for a stroke around
his silky neck
bouncing
trouncing
flouncing
pouncing
Tiggers: bouncing, trouncing synergy
of pure flouncing, pouncing energy
Rain.
Cold, dark.
Freezing, drowning, dieing.
Clouds weeping sinister sorrow.
Pouncing, dancing, dripping.
Beautiful, painful.
Water.
-Kallie Mason
OF LOVE
Love has no bounds
pouncing on us reckless
Like a playful cat
on haunches hunting yarn balls
and shadows bats and sparrows
Making sudden illogical leaps
C S Leaf
Like a spear
Perambulating through flesh
Leaving a tear
Incessantly so fresh
Is fear
Like a macrophage
Nursing your gash
Pouncing bacteria in a phage
Rigorously in a flash
Is hope
Playful as a puppy
pouncing, as a child I'd
pound upon black and white
planks, listening to the
pitch, noticing that my
Pa's voice sounded like the
placement of my left hand.
9-16-23
Endless struggle
Creeping like fog
Yet pouncing like fire
Blazing life with
Persistent flames
Charring the memories
And replacing them with
Black smoke and thick air
I breathe in heavy
To absorb your last words
Form:
packing for adventure
pouncing on a puppy
planning to prank people
photographing flash floods
painting under bridges
pretending work's a game
performing impromptu
4-7-2021
Pleiades P Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Pouncing on all that moves
Playfully mimicking all we do
Purposely frolicking and care-free
Pretending to mind, but only for food
Panting for all your attention
Protesting by squeals and barks
Purporting to have our hearts
Aggressive, brave, confident
distinguished emperor
fighting groveling hyenas
intimidating jackals
killing large mammals
nimble, overpowering
pouncing quickly,Roaring
stalking the usually vulnerable wildebeast
'xasperating young zebras
I live in my own world
Nothing to be concerned
An imagery of my own
Constructed all alone
I seek peace and pleasure
When I dream with leisure
But reality creeps in
And takes the win
Like a lion pouncing at its prey
Unannounced as it lays
A predator's rapier claws;
keeps my cat in good health.
Midnight black, she blends with shadows
and stalks her prey with stealth.
Pouncing at nearly lightning speed,
she's a featureless blur.
And yet, when cuddled in my lap;
Death wears the softest fur.
Sometimes, silence is the best defense
Like an armor against a pouncing sword
It is always wise to build your heart a fence
That can't be pierced by sharpest word
October 1, 2022, 5:40 PM
Bite size Poem no 54 Poetry Contest (honorable mention)
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Clean down to the bottom bill
Smashing gobsmacked cashless
Simply crass wealthy wanting more
The silent till awaits the masses
Pouncing plastic rapist rapture
Stripped!! The global bankers dream!
Control the dough by feckless reign
A reckless chain to pitchforks once again
the red kite whistles
to it's mate soaring above..
from their nest of love
chatter in the sky
northwards,in neat formation
migrating geese fly
a magpie arrives..
the starling's melody dies-
soundlessly death cries
just one flap of wings-
the sparrow-hawk makes its kill
pouncing down at will
Grey slender almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
Into streaming metal garb ~
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is
Smokey.
As I run through the bristles of the trees
The pain gets worse as I collapse on my knees
Growing fur and fangs
I hear rattling chains
The hunt has begun
I'm still not sure if I have won
Something is near I have to get down
Pouncing silent I tackle him to ground
I speak to him the last words he will know
I am Waya Sado, the Wolf Shadow...
Form:
Softly the pitter patter
Peaceful melody of purrs,
filling your soul with laughter
furry four legged treasures;
meowing their words of love
blinking 'Hello' with their eyes,
punching your heart like a glove
staring at you from up high;
pouncing softly to your lap
a joy to watch each caper,
right before taking a nap
sweet kisses of sandpaper.
Little Miss Mischief stalking feathered loot
Misty movement through grass, a gray mirage
The warbling victim tooting its last toot
Her pouncing play, I must sabotage
Before she bestows another birdie in my boot!
9/ 6/18
For Nina Parmenter's "Mischief" contest
Original form, Quatrain : 4 lines of verse
My annotation: I added a 5th line-
A marmalade throw
dangles paws in indolent ease.
Atop a garden wall, limbs stretch,
as stiff as table legs.
Eyelids flicker, whiskers, and ears
sense the flutter of sparrows,
muscles tense in their bed of fur.
The drowsy head falls once more,
pillows itself on the warm brick,
legs loosen, limply dangle,
a ginger cat dreams of pouncing.
A striped marmalade throw
dangles paws in indolent ease.
Between the sun
and the garden wall, limbs stretch,
for a moment as stiff as table legs.
Eyes squint under closed lids
as whiskers sense sparrows,
muscles tense in their bed of fur.
Then the drowsy head falls once more.
sleepy joints loosen ready to dream
of a marmalade cat pouncing.