Love Poems About Beetle or Beetle Love Poems
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,
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 Liam Mcdaid |
Categories: blessing, conflict, creation, love, truth, voice,

The Prey Attacks Defending

Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system attached 
It can expel an intense hot, pulsating jet of words
the fluid it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for 
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
that shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing

by João Camilo |
Categories: allegory, love, nature,

The Ballerina

Adieu, I wish to say at last.
So I can return steadfast 
To the sweet scented room 
Where no decay or doom 
Can enter without consent 
Of the blossom quiescent.
The flaming chariot delays 
the withering of her days,
the melting of a snow flake,
birds onset to a pristine lake,
but ruby tears and my blood 
flow like the biblical flood. 
A butterfly flaps her wings
Abandoning her silky rings, 
A beetle shines with desire 
To be brighter than sunfire, 
glimpse the awed nightingale 
silenced by a newborn dale. 
Adieu, I will not say any more,
lay with me on this seashore, 
if the red tide carry us afar
where beams a young star, 
uncharted by the scientists 
unconscious that it exists.

by Robert Horton |
Categories: love hurts, nature,



To watch in awe 
The forest floor, 
The saplings rise
With love in your eyes. 
And when we kiss 
Amongst all this 
The creatures that crawl 
Seem so small. 
A beetle, tiny 
On nettles, spiny, 
Ne'er a sting
For such a little thing. 
An ant or two 
For a hungry shrew, 
Wouldst be a feast 
For a miniscule beast. 
But seeds asleep 
In forests deep 
May never be 
A mighty tree, 
To love and part 
With a broken heart 
Is so intense 
It seems immense. 


by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,

Dilbert Dung Beetles Delicacy

Mr. Camel is fascinated by his friend Dilbert Dung Beetle’s diet.
He thinks eating up excrement, feces and manure is a riot.
It is tasty! Delicious! You should try a salty elephant pie!
Dilbert Dung Beetle says. You would love it if you gave it a try!

Mr. Camel watches Dilbert dig in, gulping down gobs of the stuff.
He thinks it must have a weird smell, but Dilbert can’t get enough.
You might sample a tiny bit Dilbert says, it is delicious you see!
Mr. Camel shakes his head and says “Sorry, it does not appeal to me.”

by Poet Tellaferro |
Categories: allegory, allusion, art, corruption, creation, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, destiny, dream, humanity, hurt, image, imagery, imagination, longing, lost, lost love, memory, murder, mystery, myth, mythology, philosophy, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, sad, storm, suicide, surreal, symbolism, sympathy, universe, visionary,

A Mystery

Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams 
finding their death in the sharp white 
far away into the night 
The Engine silently hums through the frosted night 
leaving no tracks in the freshly fallen snow 
autos black beetle Shell 
dark against the indigo sky 
reflecting no stars no moon no light 
just to pinpoints of high beams 
Slipping through the night 
stealthy it glides 
Snow drifts in its wake 
moving forward into tomorrow 
Not an ice crystal brakes 
waiting for the world to awake 
to a mystery

by Devyn Stroud |
Categories: angst, confusion, depression, fear, hope, life, loss, lost love, mystery, passion, philosophy, sad, social, war,


how do i escape?
Dead in the night
What happened to the light?
Blueblack shades
Body drapped
Can this be alright?
What is way of right?
Piercing screams
How could this be?
Happen to me
Hollow inside
bloodied scars prove
no where to hide
alone, lost love
attempted flight, broken-winged dove
Angelic hope
Demonic presence abuse
What happened to the son?
Exploding beetle juice
Raping pleasures
How do i escape?

by Daljit Khankhana |
Categories: adventure, devotion, education, faith, forgiveness, friendship, imagination, rose,


Daffodil, rose and carnation,
White, red, pink and many more,
Flowers were on their beauty,
Air comes to kiss their leaves.

They smiles and laughs,
When sun shines on them,
They spread their fragrance,
Butterfly and beetle comes to dance.

.ladybirds and honeybees round them,
As a pilgrim worships to his God,
A red rose is a symbol of love,
Also connects the broken hearts,

Nature, birds, animals and human,
All are happy to look flowers,
They spread scent everywhere,
To reduce bad smell in Air.

We need to appreciate this art,
Who cares for fresh breath?
A person can’t offer so greatness,
He cut them for money dish.

by Satish Verma |
Categories: art,


the scream ends, you start 
digging the shadows of 
red berries.

The sky, 
scoops the children of rape, 
waiting for 
the rains.

The tiger beetle, 
will run after the winged prey 
of first love.

Would you like to taste 
the moon in the dark bowl 
of malicious night ?

Reading about the spell 
of the roses, I went to a
Sufi, for an epitaph.

Satish Verma

by Eric Ashford |
Categories: poetry,

The Unappreciated Poet of the World

There are many ways to say it,
but shat is so vital for the thriving
of all life.

The dung beetle is the hard-working poet
of the world.

Every day it writes its labor of love
upon the hot sands,

Yet no one notices,
and nobody gives a shat anyway.

by Christuraj Alex |
Categories: color, conflict, life, love,

Love Plea

My love, a lost lone sparrow,
Has built its nest in your heart;
This, like bone and the marrow,
Yearns, in you, to be a part!

Like a weak vine with its plant,
It does with you get entwined;
Like poppy on a field grand,
Grows; glows; graces gaily gained!

Does any tree chase away,
Black beetle that lives in it;
Don't the green leaves help it stay,
With them, warm and closely-knit!

Let your heart - like rare rainbow,
Embrace this color black too;
No funks of the ethnic foe,
Let our holy union woe…

25 October 2021