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Poem Details | 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 notPerhaps it should be novelsStones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.






Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: analogy, creation, devotion, grief, insect, introspection, love,

Dead Spiders Weave

“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…

The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall

So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light

It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless! 
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…

Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
 
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers

Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me

Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire


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

Beeloved

One who is loved by bees is beeloved!


Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, insect, love, nature,

Beautiful Dragonflies - The American 767 Style

~Beautiful Dragonflies~ (American 767) Dragonflies are odonata they have close large eyes bigger than the damselflies Have slender bodies two wings Variety numerous they eat other small insects Attack small fish and tadpoles eat mosquitos and midges they live in diverse biotope Some are found in ponds and swamps Prefer to live in wetlands Some live in lakes acidic bogs Male grasps the head of female Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs Some female lays eggs alone Eggs dropped in aquatic plants or directly in water Some larvas stage in ponds marshes When ready to change into adult They climb out of the water Shed skin become dragonfly Dragonflies are unique insects Colorful beautiful Adults can live up to two months Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009
February.10.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain


Poem Details | by Tom Arnone |
Categories: allegory, desire, fantasy, insect, love, passion, romance,

Water Bug Love

Melancholy water bug softly eating.
Linda rolling, endless, leaping.
Gentle passion lazily beating.
Salty apparition, silent, peeping.

Huge white horses gently blow,
Looming, ghostly white horses.
In summer breakers they surf and flow,
Beautiful, mostly complex courses.

Softly looming lazy Lin
Lifts her smooth, clog-clad fin.
Melancholy cricket clicks and hisses,
Waking, Tom, who hastily kisses.

Pungent passion water spout,
Crashing sexy lovers seeping.
Two little whatchamacallits twist and shout,
To summer Linda, swimming, reaping.

Skinny Linda gently ebbing.
Foamy spray sifts through her webbing.
Warm Tom lovingly stirring, laughing.
Fleet water beings jumping and splashing.

Eerie floating cytoplasmic forms
In pools of soupy water streams.
In pungent living sunspot storms
He cooks water bug love in the beams.


Poem Details | 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



Poem Details | by David Kerkeles |
Categories: beautiful, desire, fantasy, flower, insect, love, sexy,

A Bees Life

"A Bees Life"

I'm just a humble Honeybee

Admiring the beautiful flowers as they sway in the sunshine

Healthy, full of life

Inviting, irresistible

Buzzing in anticipation as I dance in the air, I venture closer and closer

I gently move between the petals, exploring, touching, searching

The fragrance is intoxicating as I entice the silken nectar from its depths, glistening and sweet

I take my time enjoying this treasure, wishing it would last forever

Alas, it is not to be

I must continue on, floating from flower to flower

Each is unique and special, attracting my attention

I appreciate being a part of their existence, fulfilling their needs, pollinating as I go

I shall never forget them

Making honey is my goal


A poem by David Kerkeles


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Lee Leon |
Categories: emotions, fantasy, feelings, first love, funny, garden, imagination, insect, love, nature,

Juliet

Juliet,
she hears him.
He is near.

He is waiting
for her,
HER

to appear.

A day can seem so long
when the heart
counts microseconds
lovers are apart.

But it is now
and Juliet will stand
where she had planned to be
as if unplanned.

She's beautiful,
young, 
dressed in verdant green;
nature's princess
who waits
to be a queen.

She's elegant
upon her parapet.
She knows,
she makes her pose;
our Juliet.

While somewhere in the greenery below,
anticipating,
waiting:
Romeo.

She know he's there
She waits
She is a tease.

A tremble starts
somewhere
near his knees.

She knows;
she has the power;
she has the eggs.

He starts to serenade her
with his legs.


Poem Details | by Johnny Martinez |
Categories: beautiful, butterfly, color, flying, happy, imagery, insect, love, nature, nursery rhyme, peace, romantic, spiritual,

Butterfly With Grace And Sway

Butterfly, butterfly, with grace and sway
       expose to the world your gentle way

Delightful wisp in a gentle breeze
       lifts you higher with graceful ease 

Rapture image romance inspires
       gives rise to my heart’s desire

Float ever so gently back down to earth
       enlighten the world of your glorious worth.

Meekly fluttering from flower to flower
       angelic image does strangely  empower.

Ray of sun enhance the beauty of your majestic wings
       gently pulling and raising wondrous voices to sing.

Magical moments  Mother Nature created
      drawing a pause; wonderful images stimulates.

Though tempest storms may came you way
       your graceful wings lift’s you above the fray.

When they seek to bring you harm
        you float away with grace and charm.

O' what sad day, tears I  fight
       you flew away-- out of my sight.

Beneath a blazon sky birthed by flames
       this beautiful Monarch thus so named.


Poem Details | 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.


Poem Details | 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


Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: adventure, appreciation, change, insect, love hurts, pain, trust,

Love Your Bug

Oh fly my insect friend
I love you above all things
No one ever really understood why
They took your wings off one at a time
It is hard to get about without them
Walking is difficult too 
When they remove some of your legs
Leaving only two to make you look more human
Promising they would never hurt you
Too good to ever hurt a fly
Oh fly, looks aren't everything
No one hugs you or tucks you in at night
But I will love my fly and bring dead carcasses
Spring showers are just the thing to purify
To caress the wingless creatures crawl
Stay away from people with swatters and sprays
To live another day
Please don't die before you eat dead meat
That would defeat the purpose of true love
My bug...My one and only insect buddy 


Poem Details | 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. Amen.


Poem Details | by Christian Fuller |
Categories: butterfly, flower, garden, imagery, insect, love hurts, poetry,

Bug Life

Arms flailing at the sky
Body screeching side to side
Legs spinning with the beat
Looking light on my feet
Flying across the dance floor
Just to moonwalk out the door
Disco lights diminish your beauty
A few staggering steps between
You and me
But we will never see eye to eye
The closer you get the bigger your size
Dont step on me
Don't give me grief
Float away like my leaf
Because I know we cannot be


Poem Details | by Eton Langford |
Categories: death, heart, insect, love, memory,

Fond Memories

The lights that blinds the moth at dusk
Is like the elephant’s white tusk,
Which charms the eye but robs the purse:
A gentle animal’s great curse

Alike, when love by time is borne
Within a mind to duty sworn, 
Fond memories the heart enslave
And both are carried to the grave

Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com


Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: humor, insect, love,

Love Letter

My Dearest Ariel Flywheel,

When we first met I couldn't take my eyes off of you
I remember like yesterday flying around at the local zoo
you had delicately landed on someones leftovers french fries
while I dove in like a b bomber and took you by surprise,

At first you didn't like me telling me to buzz off
but I was so wings over heels attracted I kept flirting at all costs
you finally fell under my spell and invited me over to eat
I remember while I was eating feeling my fly heart skip a beat,

I could tell you had quite an appetite while you ate your fries
and to protect you I'd glance around for people with my five eyes
I know that while we dated we both had some pretty close calls
like the time we almost got squashed at the food court in the mall,

I no longer want to be a fly bachelor living all alone
that is why I hope you will accept my marriage proposal
we have so much in common loving the same kind of food
not only french fries but also dining on some animal's poop,

So lets make today special as hopefully we become engaged
and take a ride on the camels hump like we did on our first date
then we'll fly from picnic table to table for our french fries
I know if we stick together like fly paper our love will surely survive,

I love you so much and want you to have my little flies
caring for you during our short life span up until we die
we could both set up a fly house in the sheep's stall
and roll around in the hay every night and have ourselves a ball.

PS And remember I've only had eyes for you since we met at the zoo!

Love forever,
Marty McFly


Poem Details | by Dominique Williams |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, butterfly, insect, love,

Butterfly

I endure the presence of caterpillars while it delegates in such power 
If I wish to become acquainted with the butterfly I'd treat it like a self propelled flower
Seeking life from barren ground
There's one that holds destiny that'll soon be found
Never could imagine one suffer on; in earthly fate
Although there's evil that surrounds us in bitter pain of agony hate
That would break the bonds to breathe and live
And then we'd be reborn again with the option to forgive
Find that God that goodness brings
A chance for change the hope of wings
As minutes pass by,the butterfly landed to my nose
She was as delicate as silk and bright as a rose
I heard the flutters to my ears
And yet the warmth in great saturation lingered and never disappeared 
Let it feel safe and gravitate it to me like iron shavings
That extra daylight that would bring in daylight savings 
A fallen blossom returning to home 
I'd treasure with me forever and keep it as my own


Poem Details | by CharRon Smith |
Categories: emo, girlfriend, heartbroken, humor, insect, irony, love hurts,

Too Single

I've been single too long Obviously That a mosquito is the only female that wants to take a bite of me


Poem Details | by Anisha Dutta |
Categories: beauty, insect, love, passion,

PASSION

          
                             PASSION

                        Enchanted in beauty of red rose,
                        Mesmerized in romantic aroma,
                       Drone dreamed to drown in love, coming too close.
                       ‘Oh! My sweet heart! Oh! My pretty prima!
                      Hornet warned ‘Never venture to put nose.
                      Don’t dareThorns will prick closing love-drama.’
                     Drone buzzing ‘To kiss, to sniff pearly charm,
                     Thorny bruise, I will always welcome.’                        

  06/16/17
   
      Ottava rima Poetry  Contest by Janis Thompson


	


Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: allusion, beauty, betrayal, first love, insect, irony, sad love,

Captivatingly Spun Curls

The princess’s beading pearls
A tempest of diamond swirls
Lace traps of widowed girls


Poem Details | by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories: insect, satire,

I love crickets

I love wisdom of crickets.
they sing,
and dance,
only in absence of chickens.
Humans sing and dance 
to please even their grave diggers.


Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: abuse, africa, confusion, insect, lost love, pain,

When the president provoke the youth

when the President provoke the youth
my president said the youths
are lazy 
my president said we the youth 
just sit around waiting for 
benefit 
of wish I never had not even 
for once 
my president said we are 
not educated
I wonder whose fault 
was that 
this man has provoked
the country 
our President has 
abused our dignity 
what a man 

when the president provoke the youth
am 35 years of age 
I struggled I work hard 
I remember sleeping 
just 4hours per day 
for a long years 
just to make sure that 
my needs are at my feet 
with out the help of my 
government 
with out the care of 
my state we the 
youth of Nigeria 
have been surviving
we are not use to benefit
we don't know what it means 
I have traveled around the 
world all by my effort
is a shame that an old 
man like my president 
can lie publicly to the world 
what a shame

when the president provoke the youth
is too bad in Nigeria 
since the occupation of 
my president 
we have never enjoyed 
any form of progress
we have been in Cry's 
nothing is working
despite the huge resources
we are still starving
while our president 
keep touring around 
the world 
I wonder if he see other
countries development
cos if he is deaf 
he is not blind as of now
yet he is blind deaf 
ignorant of our needs 
and finally the blame 
is ours 
what a shame

when the president provoke the youth
some one tell this tall slim man 
not to touch the lions tail
how could he weak the sleeping lions
with such a lie
how could he shake the strength
of his country to nothing 
how could he devalue his people
in front of the whole world
I wish he could have said the truth
cos if not he has lied 
lied against his people
lied against the very people 
who put him to power 
lied against the entire country 
lied against my future
some one please tell the 
president to retire 
is obvious he is warn out 
what a shame


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, community, dark, insect, light,

to the Lighting Bug SHINES MY LOVE- -

to the Lighting bug- -SHINES MY LOVE My lighting bug, you ignite me to sight; The way you're blinking bright and soar; Parading my mind day in through the night; Always dreaming about the quiet lours; Let me compare you to a pleasant fly? You are more active, aghast and playful; Fast drought dries the cool nights of July; And moon pitch has the broadcast prayful; Blinking your shiny torso ever glows; Brightly flashing white and yellow grows; Now I must sway with a steadfast heart, Remember my last words whilst we're apart. 3/23/19 written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©