Love Poems About Worm or Worm Love Poems
by Kim Merryman |
Categories: bird, spring,

I Am A Robin

On the wing in the dawning light, Spring's new growth comes into sight. Flowers, berries, nuts and seeds, a smorgasbord to meet my needs. I am a robin in grey-brown attire, with my orange-red vest adding some fire. A harbinger of Spring am I, give ear to my joyous cry: Spring! Spring! Wonderful, marvelous, glorious Spring! Oh look! A fat juicy worm. Don't you just love how he wiggles and squirms? Gulp...down the hatch! Wow! What a treat! Now to my roost I must retreat. My mate and I must build a nest, a comfy home where our young can rest.
Robin means new growth 5/14/15 For Andrea's "Picture yourself as a bird" contest.


by Jannie Breedt |
Categories: break up, divorce,

Glow worm

Velcro ripped and soda fizz
Velvet crushed Moroccan night
Nocturnal buterflies those flickering fireflies
Our winking spies like circling satelites
Coming together , we fissures of light
Delicious refrain  we split like  pomegranite
Love spinning round the  sun and the planets
Mortally chiselled on tombstone of granite

Hark ! Who goes there this Luciferous night
Its only I with my faltering lantern
Dragging behind attached little light
Fallen firefly - slow creeping glow worm
Mid air flight hangs the hateful things we said
Farewell this, heres lookin' at you kid

by Shirley Candy |
Categories: beauty, butterfly, character, inspirational, metaphor, strength,

Steel Butterfly

A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile

Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself

So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly


by Melissa Wadkins Patterson |
Categories: confusion, lost love, love, me,

Oh Fisherman

I am in stupid love,
a fish out of water
caught by a slimy worm.

Hooked by hunger
and evidently truth,
but this bowl is far too real
to swallow.

My freedom was stolen
and he just laughs
as I swim around
in ridiculous circles,
searching for a knob-less door.

My voice gurgles as I ask him,
Oh simple-minded fisherman,
why'd you go and snag me like that
and what did you keep me for?

by James Fraser |
Categories: funnybeach, love,

On a Whim, we Swim

Sitting by the beach one summers day
I turned to my girlfriend to say
Shall we go for a swim
It's cold not too grim
Splish splashing in love do we play

Two bodies now exit the cold blue
Only one of us appears to be true
Now shapely and pert
Her body so alert
My desire is now to pursue

To the beach towel she says on the turn
My love you've turned into a worm
The cold water has spoken
At least it's a token
When warmed I'm sure it will squirm










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-5.php

by Rasel Khan |
Categories: dream, imagination, love, poetry, romantic, sky, spiritual,

An art by heart

The moonbeams of the 
silver night
Flows and sweetly kisses the 
forest
In the blue sky all-stars look 
so bright
I can't stop thinking you, oh 
my dearest.

The winds bring the soft 
aroma of the belly flower
I am standing as a lonely 
field near to my window
And see a couple of glow-
worm flying together
Ah! This every sweet thing 
carries me to you.

Suddenly in my thoughts at 
a sane island
Oh beloved! I see we both 
are so close
Sharing an eternal love by 
holding each other hand
From eyes to eyes, lips to 
lips, nose to nose.

There we are in spiritual 
love and a sacred pair
As in painting light and 
shade looks pretty together.

© Raselkhan

by Yoni Dvorkis |
Categories: introspection, life, lost love, loveme,

Restless God Killer

A restless peace came over me
someone is at fault
someone is to blame
who did this to me
who do i kill
to eat their organs
and make them part of me

A restless hate nestled deep within my heart
when the worm stirs i feel a pain
a sharp biting lust

A restless murderer lives inside my skull
he seems ok at first
but in truth he is mad
quite insane
and i will have no partaking of his false humility

Sleep little angel
breathe easy for you will return to Me soon
I am the Home you threw away
for a tired restless dream
from which there is no awaking

A rested love invites me in
My Father cannot be killed
no more can I

by James Foulk |
Categories: fantasy

Glow Worm in Love

Glow worm in,

          love with

Neon lamp.


Written 5-31-11

by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: funny, nature, philosophy, seasons, time, life,

Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.

by chris bowen |
Categories: computer-internet

a small haiku book

how do they know that
the grass is always greener
on the other side?



if my head wasnt
screwed on i would forget where
i put it myself


whats so hard about
eating a vegatable?
of course,the wheelchair


my mom always said
theres no use crying over
spilled milk but who knows?


the advice was this
the early bird gets the worm
thats an incentive?


turn the other cheek
if somebody strikes at you
and get hit there too!!!


if you love something
set it free,if it comes back
you look great naked

by Jan Delvaux. |
Categories: allegory, introspection, life, love, philosophy, sad

In Bruges: red brick and windmills

        bridges

The kids, their teacher, sprouts and dandelions
the aquarellist and a wet bicycle.
Sit on the worm bench as bytes on the mainframe
wiped pastel of a bright warmth with shades of red

        gray

as I look down I find more than wanted
for god sake, it’s the age throbbing you see  
and frailty, thy name is woman drifts in
been mine for too long in nobis chesterland

        churches

slender cobbled gothics and proud romanesques
the decorum of acolytes and bishop
blesses youthful virginity using gods 
eleventh finger prodding at my tongue

        Florence, Bruges and Ghent

old cities of Europe 
contrast with gadgets
life and hearts
break fast

by Serge Lyrewing |
Categories: emotions, feelings, jealousy, longing,

There is no love, but jealousy is crying

There is no love, but jealousy is crying
In coldest heart as tempest as the storm
I need no answer in the daily lying
The sympathy will pass and graving worm
is biting past, that use to be forgotten
There’s no disturbance and the soul is still
The time is running apathy’s begotten
to take illusions with as I can feel.
The lust will leave it’s silent it’s like beggar
And Lyre will fall on ground it’s tired so
There is no love it’s cruel I’ve washed its make-up
And I am jealous for your sake in row.

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 Charles Henderson |
Categories: people, old, love, old,

The Country in Me--redux

Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to build

I love the country 
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree.

Catalpa worm tree
honeybee...works free
rain drops
crops
I love the country in me.

June 17, 2012 

by Anna Li |
Categories: feelings, heart, heartbreak, love, romance, rose, sad love,

Bleeding Rose

Scatters of petals with a metallic scent
Warped into the fresh dried vermilion of raze
Distressing thorns pierced a menacing dent
The disturbance of a worm was brought to erase

The very so loathsome fate that she despise
Lured in pounding agony and heart attacks
Reality or nightmares, her pumping veins lie
Dreaming or craving, her throbbing heart cracks

Dripping blood and leaking tears
Her bias bloom has yet to be sought
Never has she found a rose so bitterly endear
Not a return of attentiveness was ever brought

by Patrick K. Atsu |
Categories: bereavement, break up, death, emotions, i miss you, love hurts, memory,

THE BLEEDING HEART

 Serenity blushes the shadows mild
And blow soft wind like "pepi"
As your dent romances me with pains
That worm over my body like death

Erecting my emotions like breath
As disappointments walk me through this journey of solitary
With my prints clapping in the sands
Hiding my fears in clouds of tears

As if there were no you tomorrow
Here the scorching sun shivers
Sharing her cries over my head
To console this bereft heart

That bleeds in tons of memories
With skips of pages one after the other
To silent the sweet tastes
That last but for a while

It is this bleeding heart

©Patrick K. Atsu 2015

by Heydon Bunting |
Categories: adventure, art, food, happiness, health, inspirational, introspection, life, love, mother, nature, on work and working, passion, peace, philosophy, song-space, time, uplifting, visionarylonging, longing, love, sleep,

Trees and Dirt

Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare, 
sweat on your back, 
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm, 
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe, 
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay. 
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, 
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm, 
just need more time, 
time to explore.
Trees and dirt  I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.

by Innocent Fungurani |
Categories: love, mother, mystery, sad,

Blind Goddes

child fed on the sap of rotting wounds
body, bones clad in thin black skin
opaque eyes,pearly beads on
dead nearve-string.
mind maddened by hunger 
bursts pearly fish-eyeballs
into floods of stale tears,
as worm-infersted faty thighs
squeek funeral song.
lulaby for another sick featus.

by Jeff Green |
Categories: love, nature, seasonsrain, spring, summer, love, rain, spring, summer, sun,

Summer's coming

Some days the Spring is cold and grey
And drizzling rain is no surprise.
It seems that nature's lost her way
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        While rain washed blooms can find no bees
        A worm is still a blackbird's prize.
        The sparrows fuss and skulk in trees
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.
And what of you my nature's child,
Will I find love inside your eyes?
I love to watch you running wild
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        Some days the Spring is cold and grey
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.



by Nasser Alabdali |
Categories: culture, dedication, devotion, love, trust, truth,

O LOVE

I wrote your name in my heart
Needn’t to mention
How much I loved you
I would never let you go and apart 
It wasn’t two states in convention
But true love to grow
Like a worm to butterfly
Charming
Had no words, but a single sigh
Telling,
Nest in me all the time
O LOVE

by Izzy Gumbo |
Categories: faith, love

gala

;)~
temptation falls
silent along walls
and inside a soul
vibration grows
a galactic tone…
catilac apples
blushing skin
”...leap!...”
mm worm sign!
“Lito…my duck”
I won’t sleep again
dreaming about
steaming eyes
I’m still not wise
about you…

”...take a bite…”
he said.

”... an apple a day
keeps me…”

by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Categories: love

beseech

i won’t come back

and the shadow of the horse does not
slide behind the soft clock
chtuck* here
chtuck here
i won’t come back

yes mem
in the air is spread
a sound and silence
and the built stays much

i won’t come back
for digging
the mall is digs
digging for a worm 

i won’t come back
please

* an author’s unique approach to resemble the clatter of hoofs

by Charles Henderson |
Categories: devotionold, love, old,

I love the Country in Me

Muscadine grape vine
entwine...smell of bovine
forest edge
sedge
briars growing down the line.

I love the country
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree

Watermelon field
hi yield...Alpaca deal
stocked lakes
drakes
the red barn I want to build

I love the country 
The country loves me
I’m as rock solid planted 
As my hundred year old tree.

Catalpa worm tree
honeybee...works free
rain drops
crops
I love the country in me.

©   Mar 19 2010      Charles Henderson

by Brian Johnston |
Categories: angst, farewell, friendship, love, poetry,

Do You Remember

Do you remember how and when
The two of us were close,
A friendship of the fountain pen:
Poetic overdose?

Then both our verse turned taciturn,	
At least seemed so to me,
And darker moods caused me to yearn
For sunshine's clarity.

If prisoner of depressed thought
Could I just leave you there?
Your fellow star-flung astronaut,
Sought path to show I care.

But worm-holes twist reality,
Crossed relativity
Impacted geniality,
Left negativity.

An obelisk on frozen moon
Is what our genius wrote,
Surrendered Love to Picayune,
The chance of thaw remote.


Brian Johnston
February 22, 2017

by Erica Gould |
Categories: family, love, sad, me, me, i love you,

Dear Grandpa

Don't worry about your image now. 
It will not be on my mind,
When I look back, and think of you,
The memories I will find,
Will be of the man who took me fishing,
Who put the worms on my hook,
And when I became a book worm
He bulit me cases for my books.
He taught me what it was to work,
To earn, everything you own,
So many lessons you have taught me,
And now that I am grown,
I appreciate all the little things,
I never saw before,
You've shown me, what it is to fight,
And I love you all the more.
Grandpa, I know you're dying,
And you're running out of time,
But I just wanted you to know,
I am proud to call you mine.