"catnap" poems
***Green hills covered
In a cloak of sparkling dewdrops
Like jewels cast among the green
Glittering in the warm sunshine
As smooth as pearls from the ocean
Hidden under the sea-covered ground
Green meadows
Full of dancing flowers
Kissed by the sunlight
And enchanted by the Moon
Green leaves
For making iced tea
That cools us off in summertime
And green mint
Fresh from the garden
To make mint iced tea
Green grass and catnap
Is a kitty's treat
Along with green herbs
From the garden
Green leaves
On the tree
Are like a fan
Cooling me off
When the wind blows
Green trees
Are a bird's delight
Where they can build their nest
Green stems on the flowers sweet
And green bramble
Green bushes
Planted here and there
Green ferns
Dancing by the creek
Paints a poetic picture
Hunter green moss
Fills the Forest with beauty
Green palm trees
Stand proudly on
The tropical islands
Ivy green
Climbs a walls
And creates a winter scene
Green pairies
Covered in green grass
I just love this
Green
Earth!***
~Marian~
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sunshine arises a delightful smile on my face
For the time of twilight compassionate and sweet
The darkness of the night escorts an exotic trance
Where music titillates and tingles the tolerant minds
We trip the light fantastic ceasing in the catnap room
Reach for dreams as hypnotic states are entered
To the other side of the tunnel
Sequences continue like trees do through seasons
At dawn I will laugh from the salty raindrops
That declared war to my skin
Clouds shooting never ending water molecules
Ocean flavoured waterfalls drip down my lips
When the sun is sublime
The world makes me laugh
For people are odd and reality is unsurprising
The clock ticks life away as it puts life in time
When birds abandon sweet lullabies
Sunflowers wind their heads away from the sun
And tranquil colours paint the abstract sky
My heart is in peace and butterflies tickle my tummy
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
There are cats in all my dreams,
And I don't know why
Cause I don’t dream of tuna
Or mice or flies
They sit on windows,
Waltz through halls
Stare from the ground when I fly
Nudge my knees when I’m naked at the ball
Watch as I drown in honey
Paw at the bugs crawling up my arms
Sit on my lap as the plane goes down
Chirp along to the fire alarms
Do cats run out of dreams when they sleep?
And so wander into other people’s?
Is that why, when I wake up,
My cat always kisses my temples
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 11:51 PM UTC
I give in... I give in...
I wear my sweaters thin
because nothing ever feels
hyper-real
I know kids who get raw experience
yet call me the wiser
for not getting any.
No one who sits at their dinner table,
pretending to have something to write,
deserves to be tired
and so I don't catnap
under the constipated clouds
waiting for the rain.
I grow old--I grow old
I don't like my trousers rolled
as I walk down the street
watching young people
who don't give themselves a break
from hyper-living
Just keep kicking.
Not to generalize,
but it must be said
that a barbarous youth doesn't give in
until their metal beams split
and their windows come down
and their doors can't open
because of the debris
and their admirees
stand before the pile still not knowing
who they are.
(It won't make them shiver
to think you've opened up
listening to their music
unless they open
their ears for you.)
After dusting themselves off
will all the newborn adults shake hands
look back on the skyscrapers that surrounded them
and be friends?
I give in
I relax over my comfortable,
blank lines
with nothing to write
because I'm the only one
with nothing to fight.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Profound!
Settling to doze.
Catnap called for.
Hand in hand.
They'd strolled through time.
Short in eternity.
Through darkness into light.
Bright green forest.
Streaming sunlight ,
Splitting sky.
Clear day.
Scent of the forest carried through the atmosphere.
So warm.
It was so very warm.
In a blanket of compassion.
Felt like they were twelve again.
With childlike vigour.
They promenaded.
From the forest floor the scenery changed.
Juxtaposed....so strange.
They could smell the sea.
With renewed crystal clear senses.
They could hear the oceans roar.
Collected seashells while they walked.
Justified dancing on the shore.
To be young again.
Feeling release.
Skimming stones of memory across the rolling tide.
Vivified in minds eye.
A pebble for their children.
One each.
One, two, three.
Wandered into waters edge.
Last drifting breaths to the edge.
Door clicked open.
There they lay.
The happy couple in eternal slumber.
Pill bottle placed neatly by the bed.
For heaven's sake both were dead!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
Just woke up now
My eyes still puffy
Can't believe this lovely dream
I had of being with you.
I dreamt I took a plane to you
And stole into your house
Crept around in search of you
But heard voices, hid beneath a bed!
Then some granny came into that room
Shuffling in and mumbling low
She lay down on that bed and tried
To wrestle comfort from sagging mattress.
Her nagging complaints drew them all
While I froze in fear, yet so alive
I shut my eyes and waited bated breath
While they tended to the dame.
Then you leaned down and saw me there
I turned, you looked right into frighted deer eyes
You ensconced the granny to another room
All left the room, turned out the lights.
Then fifty minutes later, when all asleep
I felt you pulling out me
All stiff by now, we rubbed a bit abed
And settled into shy embrace.
You kissed my eyes by sullen moon
Raking crescent fingernails over me
Barely hold the delight; no more
Dazzling slivers of light dance in your eyes.
But with time not on our side
We subtly reach that exquisite point
Where I hover twixt your crux
I wait and wait, then gently ****** ....
I yearn for you to move with me, oh!
And when you do, you writhe and twist
Then delicious thrills outwit in surprising bend
As you . . .
(.......)
(Daddy, daddy, please I want some ice-cream!)
Ohhhhh, crap!
This sure is one bedazzled catnap I did not want hijacked.
Star Toucher, 09 March 2013
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
What? What’s up with you guys?
can’t a cat have peace in one’s own home, yeah?
never seen a cat eat before?
can’t you just mind your own business
and let a cat do a cat’s business of eating, ha?
HA! - what’s that laugh for?
and for goodness sake put away that camera
You think I’m cute, ha?
wait till I get my paws on you
and a flick of my tail while I’m in mid-air
will take care of your camera
What, you some kind of paparazzi or what?
OK, let a cat eat and you mind own business, yeah?
Oh, I’m really suspicious about you guys
Maybe you’re hungry, yeah?
go get your own food guys;
stop looking at cat food
or at cat as food – I’m really not sure about you guys
You’ll eat anything!
OK, jokes aside
I’ve worked hard my day entertaining you morons
and purring so you can squirm with delight
and curling up in your laps
so you’ll be happy and live longer at my expense
No, I’ve done my work so let me eat in peace
Do your work and go get your own food
That’s better...
Ah, now for some cat food, a catnap after
and some cat peace for a while at least
without adoring humans who think
they’ve got a circus just because they’ve got a cat at home
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
_Bright anime eyes,
Cat-astrophically bewitching;
Forty winks required._
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
. . . a glass of cold milk after eating a warm chocolate chip cookie
. . . a long hot shower after an hour long run around the indoor track
. . . a piece of blank paper after buying new ballpoint pen
. . . cracking open the thick, juicy sequel to my favorite novel
. . . a cup of black coffee after a long night and a late morning
. . . a stretch after two hours of bending over a computer screen
. . . a catnap between classes after an allnighter spent cramming
. . . a jumbo bucket of movie theater popcorn with extra butter
. . . my warm fur-lined coat when it's below thirty and snowing
. . . Christmas presents wrapped in shiny paper and foamy ribbons
. . . a good grade on the research paper I spent a week writing
. . . just one more potato chip
. . . fame and fortune
. . . she does
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 3:35 AM UTC
the air is silent tonight
her revolving thighs, pressed. i
sprial like a catnap
between the orange and
blue glow of fire light.
here, undressed,
amber inside
wild without regrets.
a twinkling.
as i breathe in the moist tendrils
softly on my lips
does this flavor of tragedy
bleed from my womb onto thin
carpet
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
You had a gut feeling
right out of your catnap, didn’t you?
An SOS from a UFO?
Who had ever heard
of something so preposterous?
The Captain was a company man,
which is a nice way to say
'corporate puppet.'
His equally duped thrill-seeking buddy
got caught with egg on his face,
before giving birth to one ugly baby.
Did anyone help clean up
the petrified chick,
or post a stupid sign
on the Captain's forehead?
Levity was in short supply this far out,
apparently reason was too,
this explains how a game of hide and seek
morphed into ten little indians.
But surprise, surprise!
Science guy was a skin job.
How sad, how sad!
All your fellow employees
came to a sticky end.
Only your nine-lived four-legged
friend somehow held out.
Sandwiched neatly between
a rock and a hard place,
you revised the game plan,
‘twas time to punch your ticket
for the last wagon out of town
and strip down to your skivvies.
Hey, whatever floats your boat!
Only to your chagrin
you discovered a ****** in close quarters,
trying to hitch a nightmare of an Uber ride.
No damsel in distress here,
vexed over his ****** advances
you joined the #MeToo movement,
then ignited the overgrown termite
and made him eat your dust,
until a crushed soda can
on its way to the recycling center.
Not bad for a warrant officer!
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Feline glowering
At **** Clowder of Sphinxes.
Felix caught a chill.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
Haiku
Camembert she said
Smells like a ***** on fire
Catnap near the grate
Haiku
Not in stable born
Jesus a middle class dude
Didn't need a manger
Haiku
Shielded from the law
Under a park bench sleeping
Big Ben and New Year
Haiku
Moonlight in rivers
Downstream a wizened face floats
A New Year Begins
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
I no longer rest my eyes
catnap
slumber
or fall asleep
I crash into oblivion.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
Misty the cat curls upon the furry mat listening to pitter patter on the windowpane..but this lazy lump doesn’t like getting wet so she tucks her tail in and snuggles up again
But Misty the cat needs a widdle and she cannot hold it in anymore..so she gets up reluctantly yet has left it too late and dribbles all over the flloor.. Well when her mistress arouses from her catnap she notices the puddle by her chair..and strangely enough no Misty can be found though that smell of cat’s wee is in the air..
“MISTY” her mistress yells and bawls.. as she turns an awful shade of red.. huh Misty hears her bad tempered tone as she is crouched down under the bed.. Of course the little lady cleans up the mess and makes herself a nice cup of tea.. while Misty the cat falls fast asleep under her mistresses bed happily..
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
We are all treading water
Trying to keep our heads above the waves
Same game
Different methods of beating bosses in every victorious match
Dealing with maps encountered everywhere progressed in this world
No matter how complicated the terrain or what difficulty the opposition is set to
Just multiple devils disguised as characters to test character and integrity
In the digital world if mistakes are made get to retry levels until you get it right
If you die
That death does not equal a permanent zap out of existence but instead is more like a breif catnap
Then you are magically healed and respawned like a phoenix rising from the ash and ruin
The same miracle does not work like that in reality
When our time comes we are banished from this living hell we have named Earth to reside in a perpetual pitch-black exile
There is no consolation prize
Bonus round
Final scoring or tallying of points to alter the outcome of events
The only resemblance the end of a human beings life has to a video game is the "sudden death" part
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
you are not much
of a reader
but spread her
like a book
and learn her secrets
it is only *****
when it is done right
do you know what i mean
take her icy hands
and place them
on your chest
make yourself
her fireplace
let her sleep
let her rest
i think everything
was too much
for her
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC