"furball" poems - Hello Poetry

20 years old lost 1 and a half litters and her mate five years ago in a flood vet says she’s super healthy and she’s a furball of love wisdom and mischief in her catty eyeballs and here i sit thinking about a cat that’s lived more life than i have in my entire life

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC

lauraaaaa

sophie the cat

20 years old lost 1 and a half litters and her mate five years ago in a flood vet says she’s super healthy and she’s a furball of love wisdom and mischief in her catty eyeballs and here i sit thinking about a cat that’s lived more life than i have in my entire life

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The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, your wounds were smaller and my heart bigger than it ever would be. I had learnt to love you despite the smell of wild daffodils on your breath, and the look of expensive pride in your eyes - things you were willing to give up when you first hugged me with the surprising confidence of an old world pilgrim hugging the shores of new America and bringing with it the hopes and bitterness of the transatlantic blues. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, the neighbours said that if I had arrived a bit earlier, I would have heard the sound of his sandy boots crashing against your rotten hardwood flooring, drowning your cries for constant help. His clenched fists might have broken your apartment window, But you begged me to give him the benefit of the doubt - maybe unlike me, he had never fallen for a wild daffodil before. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, I remember confessing how you weren't truly my first love - that honour instead belonged to a monsoon paperboat that hado shown up at my flooded doorstep when I hadnt yet crossed the ripe old age of five. Looking back - you told me, those were probably my golden years of romantic maturity. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, you failed to realize why men kept falling over their swords to win the curled up furball crying in my arms, wearing an unasked crown of broken hearts. I wish you had remembered what i had said. People loved you not because your face shone the brightest or you looked more beautiful than every damsel dancing in the ghostly courts of a dying town. Instead people kept coming back to you because you were Kolkata, you were literally this city. The last time I saw you, we were sitting on the edges of a different city i had chosen to call my own. But I wish you had realized what I meant.

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC

soham-chakraborty

The Last Time I Saw You

The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, your wounds were smaller and my heart bigger than it ever would be. I had learnt to love you despite the smell of wild daffodils on your breath, and the look of expensive pride in your eyes - things you were willing to give up when you first hugged me with the surprising confidence of an old world pilgrim hugging the shores of new America and bringing with it the hopes and bitterness of the transatlantic blues. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, the neighbours said that if I had arrived a bit earlier, I would have heard the sound of his sandy boots crashing against your rotten hardwood flooring, drowning your cries for constant help. His clenched fists might have broken your apartment window, But you begged me to give him the benefit of the doubt - maybe unlike me, he had never fallen for a wild daffodil before. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, I remember confessing how you weren't truly my first love - that honour instead belonged to a monsoon paperboat that hado shown up at my flooded doorstep when I hadnt yet crossed the ripe old age of five. Looking back - you told me, those were probably my golden years of romantic maturity. The last time I saw you sipping time on his rooftop, you failed to realize why men kept falling over their swords to win the curled up furball crying in my arms, wearing an unasked crown of broken hearts. I wish you had remembered what i had said. People loved you not because your face shone the brightest or you looked more beautiful than every damsel dancing in the ghostly courts of a dying town. Instead people kept coming back to you because you were Kolkata, you were literally this city. The last time I saw you, we were sitting on the edges of a different city i had chosen to call my own. But I wish you had realized what I meant.

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You don't stay up late with me anymore, While everyone else goes snore, snore,snore Infatuated with a furball, and I can't blame you, And there's no way In hell anyone can ever tame you Oh you ******* flame you Ill strain you, like white tea Delicate an easy to burn And honestly I think he,not I should get the first turn, He did call shotgun, after all Control myself, patrol the shelf full of air tight and light free leaves, what are you pet peeves ? I pray to not leave like a band of theives, unnoticed and unwanted And for the last few weeks my dreams, Your god **** freckled fAce you have played the muse, I mean there different every night But there's still a reoccurring theme, You follow me every time I dream Infatuated with a furball, There's enough black and live from them for all y'all They have arrived, And a mother deprived But they've taken the best to your scent, and they are alone like me, Such small creatures in a grand scary world, And again they are like me, stripped from comfortability and perhaps forced into conformity And for the last time I am like them, black, and half of myself in the dark I guess a couple people know the darkness inside But I try and keep myself in stride Except I am no sprinter and I trip upon my own feet more times then not I wish dreams of you, We're nothing more then a dream that became a true real life thought **** everything I've bought Since I've been here, especially that hellish hillsy dress that was an awful surprise I can tell you are some type of grand witch Despite a minor fear of your wiccanism You have, Unfortunately transformed into a completely complex unique, Unknown organism, Even Einstein could not Websterize the Shannonball Because I, myself made It up

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Aug 14, 2013

Aug 14, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC

alexander-ross

Fresh kittens and a Shannonball ****

You don't stay up late with me anymore, While everyone else goes snore, snore,snore Infatuated with a furball, and I can't blame you, And there's no way In hell anyone can ever tame you Oh you ******* flame you Ill strain you, like white tea Delicate an easy to burn And honestly I think he,not I should get the first turn, He did call shotgun, after all Control myself, patrol the shelf full of air tight and light free leaves, what are you pet peeves ? I pray to not leave like a band of theives, unnoticed and unwanted And for the last few weeks my dreams, Your god **** freckled fAce you have played the muse, I mean there different every night But there's still a reoccurring theme, You follow me every time I dream Infatuated with a furball, There's enough black and live from them for all y'all They have arrived, And a mother deprived But they've taken the best to your scent, and they are alone like me, Such small creatures in a grand scary world, And again they are like me, stripped from comfortability and perhaps forced into conformity And for the last time I am like them, black, and half of myself in the dark I guess a couple people know the darkness inside But I try and keep myself in stride Except I am no sprinter and I trip upon my own feet more times then not I wish dreams of you, We're nothing more then a dream that became a true real life thought **** everything I've bought Since I've been here, especially that hellish hillsy dress that was an awful surprise I can tell you are some type of grand witch Despite a minor fear of your wiccanism You have, Unfortunately transformed into a completely complex unique, Unknown organism, Even Einstein could not Websterize the Shannonball Because I, myself made It up

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And Death entered her room at nightfall, To fetch a beloved soul. "Why are you crying, child?" Death asked the child. "Mr. Snuffles won't wake up! I keep shaking him, yet he won't wake up!" The child responded, cradling the small black cat in her arms. "He has passed away, child. I'm here to take him to a place where he shall finally rest." Death explained to the crying child. "Where will you take him, mister? Why must you take him away?" The child cried louder, seeming more desperate to keep her beloved cat to herself. "It's time that Mr. Snuffles must go on and get rebirthed to his next life." "With his short life in this world, he has already fulfilled his purpose, and that is to look after you as long as his little body allows." Death further added. "But you can't take him away, mister, not yet! I am still not grown, and I am still afraid to be alone in the dark!" The child hugged her beloved cat tighter. "There is light in the darkness, my child, and there is solace in being alone." "Even if you wish to keep him longer, his body couldn't sustain his soul anymore. Another life awaits him at the other end." Death squatted in front of the child, gently prying the cat from her. "Why must you hold on to something that can no longer be there for you?" Death asked yet another question. "Because I still haven't made Mr. Snuffles happy! I haven't loved him enough yet. He can't go yet, please, mister!" The child pleaded. "Isn't it ironic that only in death humans find empathy, only in death your kind desperately asked for life when so many of you waste it away?" Death thought to himself, seeming to wonder the irony of human emotions. "Child, in this world, there's not a thing that remains permanent. Everything will eventually fade away, as well as the grief you are feeling in your little heart. One must know when to let go in order for the deceased and the living to move forward." Death told the child softly. "There will be comfort in grieving, there will be love with hatred, and most importantly, there will be life after death." Death patted the child's head as he stood up, now cradling the black furball in his arms. "Remember, child, death is not a curse nor is it a blessing. One must embrace this process in order to value the significance of life. Without death, life will be meaningless." "Go forth, child, cry, grieve, be angry, yet remember that you must go forward in order to continue the existence of your beloved cat in your memories." Death said as parting before he faded into the darkness of the night. The child, stunned, collapsed on her bed, clutching Mr. Snuffles' collar near to her heaving chest. - N.V. 🥀

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Sep 3, 2025

Sep 3, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC

nyx_velora04

Mister Snuffles

And Death entered her room at nightfall, To fetch a beloved soul. "Why are you crying, child?" Death asked the child. "Mr. Snuffles won't wake up! I keep shaking him, yet he won't wake up!" The child responded, cradling the small black cat in her arms. "He has passed away, child. I'm here to take him to a place where he shall finally rest." Death explained to the crying child. "Where will you take him, mister? Why must you take him away?" The child cried louder, seeming more desperate to keep her beloved cat to herself. "It's time that Mr. Snuffles must go on and get rebirthed to his next life." "With his short life in this world, he has already fulfilled his purpose, and that is to look after you as long as his little body allows." Death further added. "But you can't take him away, mister, not yet! I am still not grown, and I am still afraid to be alone in the dark!" The child hugged her beloved cat tighter. "There is light in the darkness, my child, and there is solace in being alone." "Even if you wish to keep him longer, his body couldn't sustain his soul anymore. Another life awaits him at the other end." Death squatted in front of the child, gently prying the cat from her. "Why must you hold on to something that can no longer be there for you?" Death asked yet another question. "Because I still haven't made Mr. Snuffles happy! I haven't loved him enough yet. He can't go yet, please, mister!" The child pleaded. "Isn't it ironic that only in death humans find empathy, only in death your kind desperately asked for life when so many of you waste it away?" Death thought to himself, seeming to wonder the irony of human emotions. "Child, in this world, there's not a thing that remains permanent. Everything will eventually fade away, as well as the grief you are feeling in your little heart. One must know when to let go in order for the deceased and the living to move forward." Death told the child softly. "There will be comfort in grieving, there will be love with hatred, and most importantly, there will be life after death." Death patted the child's head as he stood up, now cradling the black furball in his arms. "Remember, child, death is not a curse nor is it a blessing. One must embrace this process in order to value the significance of life. Without death, life will be meaningless." "Go forth, child, cry, grieve, be angry, yet remember that you must go forward in order to continue the existence of your beloved cat in your memories." Death said as parting before he faded into the darkness of the night. The child, stunned, collapsed on her bed, clutching Mr. Snuffles' collar near to her heaving chest. - N.V. 🥀

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I remember you as a fluffy furball As I gave you the first baby bath. Made you sit & stand- as ya learnt 'em all Oh! with you- it wasn't an easy path! So well grown up, now past 4 years I recall. Though calm & gentle, the time rows fast. Will it ever be the same midst all these brawl? Never will it be- since things ran 'south'! May be far- we will always, love you Pal. Happier you wag & stronger gets your health!

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Sep 25, 2019

Sep 25, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

Bmano

FURBALL - MIKE

I remember you as a fluffy furball As I gave you the first baby bath. Made you sit & stand- as ya learnt 'em all Oh! with you- it wasn't an easy path! So well grown up, now past 4 years I recall. Though calm & gentle, the time rows fast. Will it ever be the same midst all these brawl? Never will it be- since things ran 'south'! May be far- we will always, love you Pal. Happier you wag & stronger gets your health!

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My fat furball Lift your head up when I call You used to be so small I can still recall You used to be so light And give me a gentle bite You are my only knight With you, I'll be alright My little knight ~23/3/21

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC

anotherflower

My little knight

My fat furball Lift your head up when I call You used to be so small I can still recall You used to be so light And give me a gentle bite You are my only knight With you, I'll be alright My little knight ~23/3/21

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The first game of spring It was the first game of the year. The go lump ducks vs the hot rugrats. On 1st base for the hot rugrats is: Tiny judy mad cat On 2nd is Flash betty furball At shortstop is lucky slip maybell On 3rd three leg piggy polecat Rt field Cassy cool cat Cfield Tiffy Mudcat Lt field Vicky short pants Field cat. Pitching Wild arm Jayne legcat Catching Junk Cat Kitty The game is cancel due to Rats on the field the team is hard to control A real mess the lump ducks left after the first rat was tore apart. But that's your line up for tomorrow's game.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC

harold-r-hunt-sr

The first game of spring

The first game of spring It was the first game of the year. The go lump ducks vs the hot rugrats. On 1st base for the hot rugrats is: Tiny judy mad cat On 2nd is Flash betty furball At shortstop is lucky slip maybell On 3rd three leg piggy polecat Rt field Cassy cool cat Cfield Tiffy Mudcat Lt field Vicky short pants Field cat. Pitching Wild arm Jayne legcat Catching Junk Cat Kitty The game is cancel due to Rats on the field the team is hard to control A real mess the lump ducks left after the first rat was tore apart. But that's your line up for tomorrow's game.

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cute little furball with twenty tiny daggers big eyes and no tail

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Jan 14, 2019

Jan 14, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC

breanna-evans

Stubbs

cute little furball with twenty tiny daggers big eyes and no tail

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Oh, my big black puppy Your tail moves faster than a guppy And you put up with things we do Like when we try to bathe you We got you quite some years ago And wow, you really did grow And I love you, you hyper furball Shedding, barking, annoyance and all

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Oct 24, 2016

Oct 24, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC

breeze-mist

For My Dog

Oh, my big black puppy Your tail moves faster than a guppy And you put up with things we do Like when we try to bathe you We got you quite some years ago And wow, you really did grow And I love you, you hyper furball Shedding, barking, annoyance and all

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Told the neighbor Yes Lilly' I do have cat's too she answered back what? Did you say you like cat stew? Yes Lilly I enjoy the furballs.

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Aug 4, 2015

Aug 4, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC

bill-murray

Furball stew

Told the neighbor Yes Lilly' I do have cat's too she answered back what? Did you say you like cat stew? Yes Lilly I enjoy the furballs.

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It hurt too much to cry for Mom, But I had a fat old yellow Tom Those days it seemed I never sat Without that furball on my lap. When I had to leave him at the vet I wept A funny fat old yellow cat The straw that broke the camel's back.

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC

david-hill

Tomcat

It hurt too much to cry for Mom, But I had a fat old yellow Tom Those days it seemed I never sat Without that furball on my lap. When I had to leave him at the vet I wept A funny fat old yellow cat The straw that broke the camel's back.

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