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Love Poems About Insect or Insect Love Poems
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

The Moth

A lone moth flits around my front porch light
as wind blows through my window, luring me
to step outside into black velvet’s night.

I search the sky, but no moon can I see.
It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love.
The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair
as that old bulb sways crazily above.
In solitude, I simply stand and stare
at that fool insect! How can it not know
the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to?

Fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow.
I know this well because in losing you
I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything, 
and still that silly moth is fluttering. . .


written 11/6/2014 



by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,

Can poetry matter

In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.






by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: funny, insect, nature,

Male Mantis Murder

Subtitled: WELL! You didn't have to bite my HEAD off...

Gladly would I die
for your love, my dear. No! Wait!
Just kidding! Just kid...




by Gary Smith |
Categories: humorous, longing,

I Am Just What I Am



Here I sit on the ocean bed
Just sifting mud and ooze,
But If it was up to me
It's not the life I'd choose.

It's dark down here, there's creepy things
All looking for a feast
So I live on tenterhooks,
Hiding from the beasts.

To be higher up the food chain
Is where I'd love to be,
But to be a shark, or a huge blue whale
Was not my destiny.

So my life is what it is,
I am just what I am.
But it's no fun at the bottom,
It's no fun being a clam.






Entry for
Personification poem of a pet, wild animal or insect Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
2/9/18. Placed 6th.





by Gry Christensen |
Categories: autumn, loneliness, longing, lost love, love,

From A Cafe Table

In this hour 
they called it the French lace minutes 
the sound of autumn leaves falling 
unbearable to the ear 
I slip out in the 
echoing space 
between now 
and then 
it's an insect like feeling 
that buzzes around 
too fast 
to be recognized 

then a coat slides to the ground 
heels are clapping hands with wooden floor 
ashtrays are laid to rest 

and on a bus ticket my pen is scribbling 
you are here 
you are here 
you are here


© Gry W Christensen

by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: animal, funny, funny love, humor, humorous, imagery, insect,

Beeloved

One who is loved by bees is beeloved!

by Tom Arnone |
Categories: insect, lost love, love, marriage, planet, science fiction, space,

Call To Mars

Saving credits for a trip to the stars,
A cave at Alba Mons volcano:
Ancient secrets, flowing bars;
Greenish women, so Bueno;
Artifacts, old, Martian,
Calling me to hug.
Beetle auction.
Red dust bug.
Big brained,
Life,
Love.
Misplaced
Mementos
Belonging to
Polka-dot fellows
Sexy ladybugs knew.
A rust-colored threesome
In waters that ran chilled and new;
But, air-thinned with delirium,
And a dusty marriage Mars did eschew.

by alphonze aliandro |
Categories: imagination, insect,

A cricket

im just laying about 
thinking thoughts of a cricket
thinking about what crickets think
while buzzing and beeping

they think of the creatures 
lurking and creaping
that love tasty crickets 
who's buzzers are beeping

by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: dark, dream, hurt, memory, nature, silence, winter,

Silence of winter

Silence of winter
distant from all but my sexual contacts
her bedroom nights
and day friends
memory of my independence vanishing dream
holding on to it, myself
knowing how love can hurt.

Its seduction of me, dissolving my man barriers
biologically, to procreate
or create a new personality, a deepening
humility, her womanhood hands.
Not giving in completely
touching sweetly
but staying strong.

Going into the winter to mark my trees
not flinching in the dark early morning
casting an eye cold as a telescope
moving inexorably
a part of nature, insect, star.
This is how I'll love
and live with her.






by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: creation,

Love you Bastard Devil


Love you bastard devil to be; 
I know because I am God and 
you are insect; when before there
was no bang or street corner gang…
you lovely bastard Satan angel.

From sin to speeding galaxy,
I’ll not be fooled….
SALACIOUS BOY!

by Mark Crone |
Categories: beautiful, christian, community, insect, joy, love, nature,

Bliss

As the morning sunlight falls , 
On the dew laden flower , 
Workers stir within their beds , 
Blessing the minutes to the hour  , 

The drunkard stirs in wind swept streets , 
As babies demand their feed , 
Whilst birds and bees take flight in hope , 
A new day in search of feed ,

But as the sun does slowly rise ,
All this would seem to cease , 
Fear not it is only intermission ,
In the next show of natures peace .



by john beharry |
Categories: bird, insect, morning, nature, rain, sunset, time,

WHY



Why do birds sing early in the morning
They are telling all Nature's creation
That a brand new day is just beginning
So wake up and get ready for action

Why are bees always so very busy
They are providing a lesson for us
As they search for nectar for their honey
That time is certainly very precious

Why does the rain fall from the sky above
Showering the seas and the earth below
This event is merely an act of love
That sustains living things and helps them grow

Why does the sky turn to orange and red
In the evening light of the setting sun
It's a message to get ready for bed
And a signal that the day is now done



by Mel Brake |
Categories: allegory, imagery, insect, life, love, mystery, spiritual,

And Along Came A Spider

Sometimes the wholeness of the universe
Comes along like a black widow spider
On a thin thread and stops in front of one’s face

From fear and dread
All time stops
As the eight-legged spider
With eighty-eight eyes stare directly

Consumed with death and obituaries
Sleeplessness nights and tragic endings
The black widow spider a symbol of eternity and 
life cycles like the center of the universe pauses


by Brian Johnston |
Categories: nature,

Haiku Number 59

through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings

Brian Johnston
July 28, 2016

Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path

Poet's notes:
Hoards of monarch butterflies have an amazing migration which is more bird-like than that of any other insect. They migrate thousands of miles following the same path of their ancestors, even returning to the same trees that their parents inhabited to mate and lay eggs. I love the suggestion that their path might be traced by pine needles that have been disturbed and rearranged as they pass.

by John Beam |
Categories: art, beautiful, bible, creation, insect, jesus, love,

Grylidae True

knees towards heaven                                                                                              wings draw praise hearts beat ground                                                                           everything that hath breath                                                                               *                                                                                 *                                               - love songs -True crickets,  Jerusalem crickets  and Jim Wilson | God's Chorus of Crickets - whether you believe or not everything that hath breath praise ye the Lord - Psalms 150:6

by Mel Brake |
Categories: dream, funeral, insect, joy, leaving, lost love,

Golden Butterfly

Life is like
a twinkling of an eye

Sure is the flight
of a butterfly

With 20 strokes
of its wings

three scores and ten days

only 8 happy moments

its life comes to an end


by Leila Anka |
Categories: care, , cute,

dissapointments


I would like the cats
They had cute and innocent faces.
Until to see in its mouth a bird.
And 
I disclaimed...

Later, I began to love
the birds...
They should be more innocent.
One time I believed that.

Until to see in its mouth a worm.
Later I disclaimed.

And One day
On the way
Again While I thinking these,
I crashed an insect,
with out seeing.
In last minute  I saw it.
but it was late.

We have damage
to somethings 
knowingly or unknowingly.
To think; is it paradise or hell?
Or two both.
I decided finally,
The best, not to think a lot.



by Gordon McConnell |
Categories: insect, life,

Insect Attack


 They crawl up your leg
 looking so innocent
 the next day you feel
 the lumps they sent

 First it's the itch you feel
 then at night you can't sleep
 these little insects attack
 makes it's effect real deep

 They love your blood
 taking it with a suck
 what a thought indeed
 makes you feel! Oh uck!!

 Now that's a picture
 of satin's attack
 creeping up on a Christian
 not looking over his back

 But the difference is
 believer's cover is Christ's blood
 leaving satin's defeated
 left in his sin cursed mud

poetgord@2013

by Bill Lindsay |
Categories: funny, insect,

Tiny Observation

I
love
how flies
rub their hands
together like excited
children with party food

by Katy Fulton |
Categories: farewell, insect, peace,

A Firefly's Finale

He
flickers
electric
but fades to dim. 
A sidewalk deathbed,
too cold for this mystic.
Come rest on my wrist seraph 
and swallow the wild, night air.
Let my slow stride lead your final waltz,
and in your last breath you will know of love.

by Tahira Parveen |
Categories: cute love, food, funny, happiness, insect, nature,

Mukbang- ASMR, with Little Bee

This poem is in conjunction with the video above. Mukbang Asmr- Little Bee Enter my little abode For a special event a “ Mukbang” So many things to eat Toastie with tea Doughnuts Chicken and chips with coke This is so amazing, So delightful, so tasty Melts in the mouth Crunching and munching away For a busy bee like me This is so good Look and enjoy and take your time To watch me eat my meal.

by Leon Datu |
Categories: insect, sweet, , sweet love,

Sweet Love--AWS


ants scratching a rose

with letter fragrantly pressed

sugar coated dish



For the Captcha Contest of Judy Konos

27 Apr 2015

by John-Ovan.P. Hull |
Categories: seasons,

Insect Intellect

All the leaves are browning, they'll fall before the snow
Underneath they're ploughing, so all is sure t' regrow
The insects get busy, they love this time of year
Until they felt dizzy, like drunk on wine And beer
Mother earth's in overdrive, now its work or die
Nuts in dirt they hide, how they search to survive
Autumn's the busiest time of year
Lest not forget there's mountains to clear.

by Tahira Parveen |
Categories: beautiful, happy, hope, insect, love, sweet,

Caught on Camera

This poem is in conjunction with the video. 
Please watch if you may.




Caught you on camera Walking down my path As if I didn’t see you Coming to my door With your flowers Or are they mine But all in all A sweet gesture Amen.

by Maren Johnson |
Categories: absence, betrayal, depression, grief, lonely, loss, love,

Alone Again

Dreams take on wings and fly away
Parasitic green, paints window panes
In a heap of, once white, torn strands 
of happiness she begs tear ducts,
for just one more time.

Overgrown fingernails,
despair and gloom.
Swollen stomach and
matted hair.
Sitting in a castle of tombs,
she longs to fly way.

A bit of blue through a little,
insect nibbled hole in the wall
lends her hope in spurts,
but night always falls,
and leaves her alone again.