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Mitch Prax May 2019
She treasures her cats
more than any old treasure-
more than life itself.
Almost a year gone by
A lifetime good and long
Lived till tired
But oh
Too short
I miss you so
Old friend
You sat with me
In darkness
And in joy
What I wouldn't do
To see you again
I put your ashes
Today
In with the rose
I got for you
I don't care
If talking to it
Makes me crazy
I hope you can
Hear me
I won't say
Goodbye
Instead
I hope we meet again
Friend
Mitch Prax Mar 2019
I think about our future cat
that is, if you wanted more.
Would we have too many to pat
or would they be ours to adore?
We'd argue over countless names
in between our countless grins-
these perfect moments hung in frames,
soaked in pure love and the finest gins.
Simon Soane Mar 2019
Perfect prowling Poppet,
with the lives of nine;
I'm so glad that one of them
is being spent with mine.
Jodie-Elaine Mar 2019
The narcissistic urge flips eggs now.
Our ex-veteran father-figure gets a hamster, calls it Snuffles.
The thing you don’t know until the end of the script of the Tarantino-twist is that our protagonist sits
rocking back and forth in
a barren room inside a strait-jacket.

Meanwhile, our enemy shouts
something along the lines of:
"grab a spoon
I hope they don’t wash their hands"
The stones fallen off their strings,
gunshots hotwire themselves away from
a dubstep kind of drilling, the pipe dream
of an intimate email relationship.
Shout again,
"I hope you never feel those clammy hands.
Blaarghh"
Your diner eggs stink
I chucked up
In the kitchen bin.
Snuffles, a weird poem from my collection: 'PERFORMANCE ARTIST POETRY AND BRAIN FARTS FOR UNSOLICITED MICROWAVE HEADS' (again, yes all caps)
Christina Maria Mar 2019
My heart, my soul weeps
My best friend of 14 years has passed
My sweet little princess is now an angel
She will never be in the past

I weep for my loss, eyes swollen
My heart is broken too
I love her so much, I will always
I wish I had more time with her

My little white fluffy pillow pet
Will always be in my heart
I will never forget her
I will always cherish you

All the memories we have made
Thank you for being in my life this long
You were the best dog ever
I am so grateful to have had you in my life

Sweet dreams my love, have a peaceful sleep
You are some place better now
You are not suffering any longer
We will meet again one day.

c.m.l.
Dedication to my first love, my first pet.
ATILA Mar 2019
Here is a poor cat
Striped, sweet and shy
Minding its own world
But somehow feel grateful
For the touch of me
Who is passing by.

With saint hazel eyes
This cat artlessly purrs
To provoke a symbiosis between us
Surpisingly soothes my blue whale heart.

It also seeks for a comfy gesture
That will fit just right
It is that simple and pure
And makes heart feel light.

What a purrfection cat!
That prides itself for having fur like velvet
But never acts like a brat
Leading me to give it a soft peck
Because we have a same wavelength
Plus wanting another species to cherish our rant
That sadly never ends.


There's a saying;
'Humans who think cats don't understand them are the stupidest ones'
So imma get all lovey dovey with this cat
See if you care.
Weird poem but OK :(
Mitch Prax Feb 2019
Viking cats live
in such magnificent ways,
and he was no different-
Valhalla awaits him.
Simon Soane Feb 2019
3 year old girl attempting peekabo

Me - Ahh, that's good going! What I always do with peekaboo is do it round a door!

Goes behind door & does peekaboo

3 Year Old Girl - *laughs


Me - Ha ha! I always do peekaboo like this with My Cat, she loves it, she always says "meow" when I do it!

My Cat.

I love how our proprietorial just rolls off my tongue,
it makes me know
that we belong.
Caelynn Regester Feb 2019
For as long as I can remember
You've been by my side
I helped raise you when we were young
And you raised me in turn.

Through thick and thin,
Through fire and flames,
You've always been there for me
We've always had each other.

But when I went to wake you up,
your body was cold and stiff
i wish it was a dream

i picked you up and held you close, and cried,
and cried,
and my friend, i have not stopped crying since

farewell my friend,
i wish for us to meet again
I grew up alongside my cat Halo, who died this morning. This poem is dedicated to her.
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