by Robert Ronnow |
bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,
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 |
funny, insect, nature,
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 |
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.
Personification poem of a pet, wild animal or insect Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
2/9/18. Placed 6th.
by Gry Christensen |
autumn, loneliness, longing, lost love, love,
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
it's an insect like feeling
that buzzes around
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 |
animal, funny, funny love, humor, humorous, imagery, insect,
One who is loved by bees is beeloved!
by Tom Arnone |
insect, lost love, love, marriage, planet, science fiction, space,
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.
Red dust bug.
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 |
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 Peter Lewis Holmes |
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….
by Tahira Parveen |
cute love, food, funny, happiness, insect, nature,
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
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 Robert Ronnow |
dark, dream, hurt, memory, nature, silence, 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
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
a part of nature, insect, star.
This is how I'll love
and live with her.
by Frances Schiavina |
First Place Winner: Joseph May-In Just A Few Words 2/ Contest 1/17/21
by Mark Crone |
beautiful, christian, community, insect, joy, love, nature,
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 Mel Brake |
allegory, imagery, insect, life, love, mystery, spiritual,
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 john beharry |
bird, insect, morning, nature, rain, sunset, time,
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 |
dream, funeral, insect, joy, leaving, lost love,
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 Brian Johnston |
through pine tree shadows
winds monarch's path to home tree -
needles blown by wings
July 28, 2016
Inspired by Caro Cecile on Face Book's Japanese Poetry Garden Path
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 Ross Thompson |
angst, father, introspection, life, love, people,
A mirror grimy
Dust, insect, fears, tears: my past
Reflect his image.
by Leon Datu |
insect, sweet, , sweet love,
ants scratching a rose
with letter fragrantly pressed
sugar coated dish
For the Captcha Contest of Judy Konos
27 Apr 2015
by Leila Anka |
care, , cute,
I would like the cats
They had cute and innocent faces.
Until to see in its mouth a bird.
Later, I began to love
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
knowingly or unknowingly.
To think; is it paradise or hell?
Or two both.
I decided finally,
The best, not to think a lot.
by John Beam |
art, beautiful, bible, creation, insect, jesus, love,
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 Bill Lindsay |
rub their hands
together like excited
children with party food
by Maren Johnson |
absence, betrayal, depression, grief, lonely, loss, love,
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.
despair and gloom.
Swollen stomach and
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.
by Katy Fulton |
farewell, insect, peace,
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 John-Ovan.P. Hull |
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 |
beautiful, happy, hope, insect, love, sweet,
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