#poem about a cat

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

#Undertale #UTDR #Undertale fanart #Flowey #Chara #Asriel #Asriel Dreemurr #Sad Cat Poem #GOOD LIRD THIS TOOK FOREVER. I haven't drawn Undertale since 2016 but I got the idea in my head and had to see it to its end. #Now before anyone says anything: FAQ #Q: Why aren't the pronouns changed? A: This is about Asriel. Not Chara. #Specifically about Asriel becoming Flowey and being unable to reconnect with what's left of his family as a result #Q: Why does [x panel] look rushed? A: Finals week. #Q: Any dogs here? A: One! #That about covers it. I hope. #Anyway I don't make comics very often for a reason. Peace and love #Hrokkall Art #Long post #1k #2k #5k

[nokia7600]

My cat is sad.

#GIFs of my most recent animation project. Yes it’s based off of that one sad cat poem everyone on here was crazy about at one point #alanart #animation #fast gif #flashing

[metamorphesque]

"Do you want me to wake up the cat for you?" Brodsky used to ask his guests as a sign of deep admiration.

#stahp it #this man and his cats #*suddenly remembers Brodsky's poem “about a cat”* #*breaks down crying* #joseph brodsky #russian literature

[captain-k8kat]

You cannot convince me that diluc doesn't write poetry, or at least keeps a diary. He is so dramatic, have you heard how this man talks? He's a poet in private and it's a secret he'll (try to) keep to his grave.

#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #i have this hc for a while #and of course i incorporated it into my chiluc headcanons #diluc writes poems about childe that he'd never share #trust me i know #;) #anyways i was reread diluc's cats tail message cus i wanted to be sad and it reminded me of this #it reads like it's from a man who writes poetry #diluc writes poems #he keeps a diary #he's a writer

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

not nonbinary as in not a woman but nonbinary as in rejects the sexualising male gaze and having no internal sense of gender in the least

#not convinced anyone really has an internal sense of gender like what Is it. also see: wasn't the modern idea of gender originally created #by that nasty dude who did unethical experiments #anyway #queer stuff tag #personal #this is largely a joke post btw #and about (as i wrote in a poem a while back) how im #“perched uncomfortably in the middle / on the fence where the crows screech and the cats walk by their lonesome / and I can't find my place #gender dysphoria

[whaliiwatching]

Hey, my cat is getting put to sleep tomorrow and your noirpunk fic has been helping me process this and is very comforting so thank you a million times for it, I hope you have a fantastic week

fuck, dude, i’m so sorry. i lost my cat a while ago too. it’s awful and i still miss her.

i’m glad my writing could help a little. couldn’t finish this today, but here’s a sketch based on a fic idea i’ve been cooking for a bit. i hope it makes you smile. take care of yourself <3

#inbox love #spider man: into the spiderverse #spider noir #we don’t deserve cats #i wrote five poems about my cat just to cope with her death. it doesn’t hurt less but it hurts less often #please take the time to just. process. feel your feelings. remember to eat #if you want happier things to read: #noir has a soft spot for black cats #he has an army of strays in harlem that he feeds #i mentioned in the fic that hobie’s docks have strays too. they love noir dearly #the 30s harlem and 70s london/old york communities both care for the cats like giant families #the cats are happy and loved and at rest #<3

[synfl0w3r]

What's Niko looking at?!

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanart #one shot #oneshot #one shot game #niko oneshot #oneshot game #oneshot niko #lil kitty cat my beloved #wrote a poem about them for class once #might share it someday #lil spoilers: the theme is on little cat feet #oneshot fanart #oneshot art

[dabiconcordia]

In Honor of Taffy

Taffy, the topaz-colored cat, Thinks now of this and now of that, But chiefly of his meals. Asparagus, and cream, and fish, Are objects of his Freudian wish; What you don't give, he steals.

His gallant heart is strongly stirred By clink of plate or flight of bird, He has a plumy tail; At night he treads on stealthy pad As merry as Sir Galahad A-seeking of the Grail. His amiable amber eyes Are very friendly, very wise; Like Buddha, grave and fat, He sits, regardless of applause, And thinking, as he kneads his paws, What fun to be a cat! by Christopher Morley

#christopher morley #poem about Taffy #cat #via pinterest.com

[emtheanxiousdragon]

“My favorite poem is X,” “my favorite poem is Y”—

MY FAVORITE POEM IS “A SUNSET BLOOM” BY LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DATA AND I AM BEING COMPLETELY SERIOUS

#there’s a whole post about this I’ll reblog #but the poem data shares is actually very well written #it’s basically autism the struggle #also his cat poem is great too #data #data star trek #Star Trek #Tng Star Trek #star trek tng

[pears-palette]

It can be easy to forget that love is just as easily violent as it is soft.

It’s intensity drives us to our knees, makes us howl and weep, turns our bodies into glass bottles trying to contain tsunamis.

Love makes us want to carve off parts of ourselves happily for the comfort of another.

It can bring equal parts ecstasy and agony and never have I felt more alive than when I am loving.

#not to be dramatic #but this is about my cat laying on me #I feel such intense love #but also I have work to do #cute aggression #cat dad #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled thoughts #rambles #love #love poem

[realreulbbrband]

Ngl I love Mistoffelees being the worst cat to own so much. Like yea yea ik “Tugger is overly picky and inconvenient”, “Macavity exists” and “Mungo and Rump will destroy your house” but naur Misto out here making his owner think they’re delusional asf

Can you imagine just?

“But his voice has been heard on the roof When he was curled up by the fire”

“You have seen it one moment, and then it is gone! But you find it next week lying out on the lawn.”

“And I've known the family to call, Him in from the garden for hours. When he was asleep in the hall”

#Old possums book for practical cats #cats the musical #mr. mistoffelees #just something me and my friend were talking about so don’t take it too seriously #This is probably cause I assume all the poems about the cats are from the owner’s or a humans pov

[theminecraftbee]

I think joe’s strategy at this point is “create a cat-based singularity”. like, cub catalyst levels of cats. he just did an impressive monologue/rant about how many cats he needs to make. he got called a monster and nodded for like, a full several seconds before going “yeah basically”. I think this is the joe hills villain arc???

#stream liveblogging #sure why not #I’m pretty sure he meant ‘this is gonna be a weird one’ about the poems #but. the cats

[dreamscrape-navigator]

poetry on this hellsite is wild. liek there are "my nam is cat" poems that hand your heart a little lantern to warm it up and there are "what is daughterhood but a matryoshka of pain nestled in your ribcage? you open it up and inside is your mother's pain and her mother's and hers and hers. do you dread the day you build your daughter her own?" poems that tell you you'll cry yourself to sleep tonight

#poetry #poems about poems #daughterhood #motherhood #women #feminism #womanism #generational trauma #my name is cat #memes #womanhood #girlhood #mother wound #the mother wound

[deanmekel]

The cycle of the poet

I saw the first snow fall of the new winter

I am reminded of all the words I wrote before

The words do not fall as easy anymore

Still, there is always the pull in my chest, the longing

I wish I could still be falling

I watched the snow fall outside my grandads house

I am reminded of a different life from long ago

The poet inside might be dying

I am standing by their bedside in a distant house

I am holding their hand

Outside, the snow is steady falling

I can still hear the words being whispered to me

There’s a snow globe melting on the mantlepiece

The familiar cat has curled her see-through body in front of the fire

I have read all the dusty books on the shelves

I would always end up here,

In the last homely house in the dark, in the snow

The last light to guide the ghosts home

The solitary oasis at the end of the world

I lived my life with the noise of waves in my head

I did not sail the world, but you never came back

Still, the clouds always told your story

For you, I write with the salt water snow in the light of the moon

Alone at the bedside of the last poet

I embrace my bruised body

I watch the snow fall, outside and inside my head

I had never cried like that before

I warm my hands to a hot mug

There’s a cold in my heart

It’s the dread of you leaving

I don’t know if I can hear the words on my own

My hands might be freezing

I watched you pick up a pen countless times, again and again

I carefully observed the movements you made

Every dot, every line is etched in my brain

I so deeply wish we could be the same

That I could still be the same

I don’t know how to translate the images of snow falling, ghosts calling, my bodily aches, onto the page

Alone in my head I don’t know what to say

When the whispers tell me of distant waves, winter days, the beauty of me

I don’t know if I can tend to the house on my own

I sit by your bedside, I am holding your hand

The cat is asleep at your feet

The last candle lights up the room

The dark is outside the windows

The snow is still falling

I know this is the last night

Your lips are not moving

But I can hear your voice

Giving me your last wisdom

For me to be you

For me to be me

You tell me, you urge me, hopefully,

Be honest

The candle burns out

I cry in the silence

I find my shovel and my coat

In the dark, in the snow, I dig a hole

Standing over your last resting place

I promise you

I’ll be honest

I close the door behind me

Shutting out the the snow and the dark

I sit down at the desk

I pick up your pen

The light of a single candle fills the room

I turn around to see a child standing there

I turn back to the desk

I put the pen on the paper and start to write

My first wisdom for you, child: be honest

#this poem has a lot of references to other poems of mine #poem #poems #poetry #writing #my writing #neurodivergent poets #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #about writing #about poetry #loss #cat #fantasy #imagination #snow #winter #writers block #snowing #snowfall #cold

[thearcanecat]

Webby's Promise - A Hatchetfield Villanelle

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

The Witchwood contains an old magic spell

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Whispers from the tree-people, lives long dead

To sing songs to prophets whose dreams they quell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Townsfolk are filled with a deep fear and dread

Called to worship by the clanging of bells

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Though time has past, the soil is still stained red

Fueled by the poor souls the town had to sell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Soft moss on which weary seers lay their head

Creatures hide in caves, a safe place to dwell

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

Seep into the ground where blood has been bled

Stand, protector, over the gates to hell

The Queen in White spins her fragile, new Web

Woven through the trees lies spider's silk thread

#why is iambic pentameter so hard #I was going to start a line with betwixt but that’s unstressed stressed #and any three syllable word that’s stressed unstressed unstressed you just can’t use #anyways my teacher said write a poem it can be about anything #so I did Hatchetfield #starkid #hatchetfield universe #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #team starkid #poetry #poem #villanelle #webby hatchetfield #webby starkid #Witchwood #the Witchwood #cw blood #the arcane cat can talk #the arcane cat can write #iambic pentameter

[th4t-r4nd0m-th3r14n]

Im not supposed to be this

A poem about different types of dysphoria I have experienced by Ev or @th4t-r4nd0m-th3r14n

Im not supposed to be this

An almost adult human

Im supposed to be puppy

Playful and joyful, happy to meet people both new and old

Im not supposed to be this

A person in school

Im supposed to be house cat

Who loves laying in cardboard boxes and in the sun, loves catnip and dies of old age at 17 years old

Im not supposed to be this

A person able to get a job

Im supposed to be pet bunny

Hopping around the house and hiding from all but a few people, pampered with treats and dies old at 6 years of age

Im not supposed to be this

A lady expected to be pretty, perfect, and responsible at all times

Im supposed to be boy

Playing and joking with his friends all the time

#a poem about different kinds of dysphoria I've experienced #it goes from newest feelings to oldest feelings #therianthropy #therian community #therian #cat therian #bunny therian #cat #cat theriotype #catkin #bunny theriotype #bunny #bunnykin #otherkin #transgender #trans #ftm #ftm trans #trans ftm #dysphoria #gender dysphoria #species dysphoria #poem #poetry #dysphoria poetry #dysphoria is a bitch #ftm dysphoria