"mew" poems
Charmanders are Red, Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger then a Hyper-beam.
Like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect
Team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
And I'll love you more then a level 80 Rapidash.
You're more legendary then a Zapados,
Entei, or Mew.
But out of all 450, I choose you.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
oh yes, I remember when I was just a lad,
I was really quite bad.
I remember this one fall,
I drove my parents up the wall.
Up in the air the conversation flew,
And to annoy them more I answered with a "mew".
As I climbed the stairs and up into my room,
I slammed the door with a loud 'boom!'.
I stomped so loud on the floor,
And thought "oh, what a boor!'.
And up the stairs my parents sprung,
Their nattering in my ears rung.
I kicked and lashed out, not knowing what would happen next,
As I looked down, I thought I was hexed!
For if you stomp and kick,
You will be changed quite a bit...
Long grey ears grew high above my head,
"Help, help me!" I plead.
Hooves grew down to the floor,
And I gasped as I saw...
The little boy was no more.
Frantically I looked to my parents who said,
"I thought this would happen, I guess you need a new bed."
Now the boy is no more,
My parents bought a farm with a large moor.
And I help out more now,
As my job is pulling a plough!
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
In her love smitten
my home's youngest kitten
I stroke her silky fur
to hear her mew and purr!
As soon as I'm home
this beauty's epitome
raises fluffy tail
holds me in her spell!
Of gracious royal class
this gorgeous little lass
cuddles on my lap
for a warm blissful nap!
I pamper her too much
hanker for her touch
she in my heart dwells
in pride her heart swells!
Though my love she rules
she ain't an inch grateful
this tiny cute empress
leaves poops on floor mattress!
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.
'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When I was brought to bed,'
And all the while her needle pulled
The gold and silver thread.
She pulled the thread and bit the thread
And made a golden gown,
And wept because she had dreamt that I
Was born to wear a crown.
'When she was got,' my mother sang,
I heard a sea-mew cry,
And saw a flake of the yellow foam
That dropped upon my thigh.'
How therefore could she help but braid
The gold into my hair,
And dream that I should carry
The golden top of care?
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Together the kitty children play,
Back and forth they sway.
Up came a rat,
And hit kitty's tail,
Then through the room they sail!
(Maine **** "Mew," said kitty
"You let me have that ball,
"Or sit in the hall,"
(Tortoise-shell) "You old dumb cat,"
(Maine **** "You're a cat too,
"So crawl in the shoe."
Marian
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
Whenever I close my eyes
All I can see is your painful goodbyes
Every time I try to cover my ears
All I can hear is you walking away with your fears
You just left me hanging with your promises
I even gave you a thousand and one chances
Why can't you accept our differences?
And then, you left and I shattered into pieces
You easily forgotten what is "us"
And here I am, still waiting for that stardust
Which will make you come back
And refill the moments that we lack
We are now moving onto different places
Your feelings really evanescence
I should be happy for you now
Even though you left me with your broken vow
Time had lapsed so fast
I am still haunted by our awful past
Because even though you made me mew
My heart still craves for you
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
As those without the sight to see
Sought might through vicious poetry
And thought through use of broken word
Their mouths might mew unlike the herd
So dark the tint of selfish dreams
So bright the lies, false passion gleams
But now they choke and fall from grace
Having never lit our smoky space.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Red bed,
Rat sat.
Cat mew,
Pat cat.
Dog ate,
Bit ***
Cow moo,
Hay too.
You try,
Woo Emu.
Bee fly,
Eye Bye.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 8:22 AM UTC
*Charmanders are Red, Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger then a Hyper-beam.
Like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect
Team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
And I'll love you more then a level 80 Rapidash.
You're more legendary than a Zapdos,
Entei, or Mew.
But out of all 150, I choose you.*
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy’d? How many *** bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and *****
Those velvet ears - but pr’ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all thy wheezy asthma - and for all
Thy tail’s tip is nick’d off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft, as when the lists
In youth thou enter’dest on glass bottled wall.
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Cast my ash upon the rocks and let them settle upon the sea,
for there upon that rocky shore is the place I choose to be.
Peace and tranquil summer days that I spent without a care,
where sound of wave and salted scents be carried by the air.
Weary are my bones with a soul of torments without release,
but on that shore my soul can rest and finally know some peace.
The lap of wave upon the rocks under the clearest blue of sky,
In the warmth of childhood memory my soul could finally lie.
The choke and mew of seagulls as they pass along their way,
solitary songs of disturbance to accompany the passing of a day.
For I am come to such an age to hear the appeal in this call,
to know both rest and peace and with no fear in it at all.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
angora fur
calico coat
regal and aloof
we thought you stupid
'till Xander came along
rarely jumping
never running
lazy Koko-kitty
loving
but only on the water bed
never on mine
a traditional cat
with an almost Persian face
and the most adorable mew
the mommy of the cats
but never a mother
or an aunt
adopted from the shelter
no longer feral
and healthy as a horse
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 11:06 AM UTC
Mrs. Richart said,
Go home tonight
and do your freaking homework.
Do it right, do it good.
Or you get a bad grade.
I wonder if it's really that easy.
I'm 16, a Pikachu, and born in Marion, Illinois.
I've been going to school here my whole life, and
I'm the only ginger haired Pikachu here.
I live in a ****** little house,
Down the road from the park, in Marion...
An now I'm sitting here
Writing this poem thing.
I'm not too sure what's true to be seen,
or heard, or told, at my age of sixteen.
I guess I am what I be. And what I be,
could it be, what I see? I see trees,
and bees...and other people...no. That
can't be right. Unless I looked in a mirror...
Now I look, and I see a girl. A girl who
likes to eat, sleep and have fun. She
loves being with friends and being in
love. She cares deeply about her friends
and would do everything in her
willpower to help them in need.
I guess looking a bit like a
Pikachu doesn't change the fact that
she's just as good as other people.
So will my page thing be
good that I write?
Being me, it won't be like a
Jigglypuff, Absol, Vulpix or Mew...
Definitely not Mew...
But it will be
a part of you, Mrs. Richart,
and my friends.
Because you all are good.
Better than good.
You are great, amazing, and beautiful,
All put together......gramaziful!
You're gramaziful!
Though, sometimes perhaps you
have your moments....
And so do I...
But still.
We are all graaziful
in our own special way.
This is my poem thing for English II.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Back in the Kindergarden times,
When we thrived on nursery rhymes,
When we were grasping our tables,
And learning morals through fables.
While studying the consonants,
And forgetting our vowels,
We'd mew like cats &hoot; like owls.
When a smile could make amends,
And bridge gaps between feuding friends.
We would conjure tales in our heads,
And carry no worries to our beds.
When we would join in a chorus and sing,
Because awkwardness was an unheard thing.
When appearances were an afterthought,
And happiness in wealth wasn't sought.
the nose would never cease to leak,
We'd prance around tongue in cheek.
Toothless grins and scabbed knees,
Were sufficient to charm and please.
With No attempts to please through flattery,
thumping your friend didn't amount to battery.
Childish mirth and innocent revelry,
is nothing but a distant memory.
So now I chide and mockingly grin,
With hope of reviving the lost child within.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Lady Jane is sweet
Lady Jane is dear
I always like to whisper
Right into her little ear
Lady Jane is cute
Lady Jane is funny
Sometimes she'll come
And lay down on my tummy
My Lady Jane is a princess
My Lady Jane is a Queen
And her beauty even from
Great distances can be seen
My Lady Jane is a fairy
My Lady Jane is fair
And if look closely you can see
The wind blowing her silver hair
My Lady Jane will mew
My Lady Jane will purr
And in all the world
There's not another cat like her
~Marian~
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
When the wind whispers o'er the prairie
When the grass swells like the tide
When old leathers mew as they tend to do
When they stretch the fresh rawhide
When the sound of cowboy's jingling spurs
Across the canyons ring
When the cattle bawl their haunting call
These are the sounds of spring
And every spring is round-up time
When cowboys earn their pay
Gathering herds together
And locating every stray
This is a time legends are born
As heroes come to light
In stories cowboys love to tell
Around campfires at night
When cowboys die along the trail
Few monuments are found
They're often buried where they fell
Pushing their herds to town
And though no funeral may prevail
To honor one who rode
New songs and ballads may arise
For that's the cowboy's code
And Mistrels sing in stories true
Plucked on rusty guitars
New tales of cowboy heroes
At rest beneath the stars
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
Hush, little witch, don’t say a word;
They’re coming with fire and rope
To tie you to the radiator.
Speak softly, little witch,
Hide away your hat and cloak;
The cat mustn't mew in the corner,
And you must sweep the floors.
The hearts of mortals are weak,
they see shadows and devils within you.
Hush, little witch, quiet your angels.
Feed them lies, little witch,
Don’t let them see you!
The truth will not set you free, here, it will let you burn!
For all your power to do good, they are blind, little witch;
Let them see with your eyes, but pretend they are not yours.
Oh, child why are you crying?
You were born into madness
And you will die in madness,
Lest you end in fire.
Servants of love, this is our curse;
Our horrible and beautiful curse.
I’m sorry.
This isn’t what I wanted for you,
But it’s the price we pay to be angels.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Words often used
but cliche is not you;
yet anything I'd say
wouldn't be new.
I wanted to see comparable beauty
so a pretty picture I drew.
Intoxicated by your beauty
my feeble attemp I rue
where my hand will fail
my unoriginal phrases lieu.
So here is the poem
whose words will ring true
well through the 14th
'Til forever plus a few:
Faith in women was lost,
but your eyes always renew
feelings that are harbored
and I want to eschew.
That is hardly a negative
but why, I haven't a clue
I'm an out of place Cinderella
and my foot fits the shoe
I'm eleven strokes to midnight-
this I'm sure you knew-
such an idea kept my mind busy
while waiting for the day I'm due.
So similar in mind,
logically grounded, but creativity flew.
The stars have us adjoining
by Aries' days one and two.
It was as if I put my hand to a mirror
but I don't remember who withdrew.
I only see a backwards glance and smile--
stunned, I had not a thought nor word to spew.
It's embarrassing to admit
but your attention makes me mew
the noise is internally heard,
and externally I'm a rouge hue.
Your past came back to visit
from its repeat I hope you grew.
Penelope's Box has again been opened
so of your suitors, there must be a slew.
Time is one thing I do have
so take longer than you have to
the reward will be worth reaping
when, again, those tranquil thoughts ensue
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
Met a girl from Ipoh,
Met a boy from Borneo,
Met a lady from Japan
and she's flying back home at 1.23 am to make it in time for work tomorrow.
Met another girl from Jakarta
and she helped me to take some pictures,
And then there were these 3 ladies from Thailand.
Did you guess where i was yet?
I was at a Mew concert alone but not lonely.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Three parts of water and oil
And one part of yellow grits
Salt and twenty minutes on the stove.
You don't have grits, throw in rice.
You don't have cornedbeef, throw in hamburguer
Or merguez mutton sausages. Or mix them both !
The secret ingredient of Scheharazade's Island Kitchen's Fire Engine is love.
She harbours in her smile
That grin of the kind of instant wild grits
Boiling for immediate bubbling,
Waters exploding from the ***
Swelling, flowing, bursting,
Simmering until the point of bliss is reached.
And from an imperceptible move in her nostrils
You can guess the bulls in her cornedbeef mew the thyme of Heaven.
Her love is the kind of consistant batter
Blessed with okra, pumpkin and goat pepper.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
*Mew mew
Pussycat cries at night
Closed doors
There isn’t warmth at sight
Mew mew
Is there any kind soul
Crackling fire burning coal?
Mew mew
Under open sky
Like pussycat many more lie
For them is spread no bed
On pavement dream tomorrow’s bread
Mew mew
Cold night’s curse
Doors shut no kind soul
Far up blinking stars
Glow like burning coal
Noses in blissful snore
Won’t ever get to feel
The misery preying outdoor
The knifing ruthless chill
Mew mew
Not awake one kind soul
Doors are all shut tight
Crackles no fire in burning coal
Pussycat cries for end of night*
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I am a bug
mew mew mew
hi lets all wave to the stew!
bubble bubble bump
stew down my shirt front
hi shirty stew
can you mew?
Indeed I do too!
mew mew mew
look the grass grew!
mmmm sunshine on the dew
dew ten feet high
that grass REALLY grew
and now i must say good by to the stew
but he did leave some mildew
green green and fuzzy!
ooh so lovey dovey
i just want to stroke it all day;
and not in a lewd way...
green and fuzzy
like grass;
only grass is not fuzzy
though if you get close enough
it does become blurry;
and blurry is bluzzy
and bluzzy if muzzy
and muZzy is muggy
and if you get that close
then the grass will mug you
just hand you a big mug of hot coco
mmmm hot coco
it melts dew!
it does!
hot like stew....
but stew doesn't melt dew
but will melt bugs.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
*As I fall asleep
Thinking about you
Thinking what we could be
Things we used to do
Those late night conversations
5 am our bedtime
Baby you’re my salvation
Now there is no next time
There’s no more saving me
Cause I am ruined without you
I am a chaotic mess
My mind’s a ****** zoo
Caged thoughts
My heart’s numb
Feelings are mew
Liquor running in my veins
Those pills gonna get me through
Mama tells me every night
I believe her, I really do
But what about this crazy heart
Keeps asking for a doze of you*
S.L.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC