Cat Poems

Cat Poems

Alphonso of Castile, by Ralph Waldo Emerson

I, Alphonso, live and learn,
Seeing Nature ...

Pea Brush, by Robert Frost

I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the...

Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T. S. Eliot

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...

Whispers of Immortality, by T. S. Eliot

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw th...

Faces, by Walt Whitman

1 Sauntering the pavement or riding the count...

O Magnet-South, by Walt Whitman

O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My...

Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...

The Goose, by Alfred Tennyson

I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags sc...

The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson

From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...

Flotsam, by Lola Ridge

I Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;
...

Bain's Cats and Rats, by Conrad Aiken

Quiet, and almost bashful, and seldom looking...

Episode in Grey, by Conrad Aiken

I So, to begin with, dust blows down the str...

The Garden by Moonlight, by Amy Lowell

A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted...

A Very Old Rose Jar, by Evelyn Scott

She ran across the lawn after the cat
And I sa...

To Charles Dickens, by Walter Savage Landor

Go then to Italy; but mind
To leave the pale l...

Could Have Written a Book About..., by Christine Ann Clatworthy

That impish look – dripping wet
from you...

gone, by Ray Heinrich

so which side of the joke
happened to land whe...

Batik, by Mark Turbyfill

Important pale asters
And leering lilies paint...

In the Vices, by Donald Evans

Gay and audacious crime glints in his eyes,
A...

Marise Kissing Her Shoulders, by Donald Evans

It is Easter morning,
And my beloved, with a...

Somnambulist, by Donald Evans

Like a long winding-sheet unrolled
Across the ...

My Partridge, by Agathias

My partridge, wand'rer from the hills forlorn,...

To a Cat Which Had Killed a Favorite Bird, by Agathias

O CAT in semblance, but in heart akin
To cani...

The Rain Falls Down, by Alisha Sufit

The rain falls down
in garnets on this land.
...

The Poem of Antara, by Antarah ibn Shaddad

Have the bards who preceded me left any theme u...