Best Cricket Poems
It’s not enough to have a Dragon plus his penguins and pigeons, too?
Darn it! I had a limit, until a cute Cuddling Cricket found my shoe.
He was just a little baby, who saw the pigeons and decided to hide.
Now, he won’t let go of my pants leg; he’s definitely along for the ride.
The first time I saw him, I Eeekk’ed and I jumped, yep, about to pounce.
But at my response he sighed, and slumped, and he began to cry, at once!
At first I couldn’t believe it, so I pulled out my magnifying glass.
What I found were soulful eyes, and a face, so very cute, but sad.
So now when I stand, A Cuddling Cricket, comes along for the ride.
Yeah, he’s now part of the family… Well, of course! Sigh! I replied…
He sleeps in a cute little plastic bug box, with a matchbox for a bed.
But it’s hard to explain, to others found, in my life, which have fled.
I bring a magnifying glass, so they can see him bow so proper and nice.
But carrying my Cuddling Cricket around, does have a certain price!
Food stores aren’t very understanding, and restaurants, Not At All! Truly!
But the paparazzi seem to understand a Cuddling Cricket, completely!
He does have his own type of novelty as he carries around his blankie!
And he’s just a baby, who needs a Mom, and of course, his little binkie!
Honestly, I’m not kidding! There’ve been a few, strange turns, in my life.
But, if I have Trolls and Dragon, then a Cuddling Cricket seems, so right!
The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped
**Example for my contest.**
THE CRICKET
chirp chirp!
Visions of my past why are they following me?
Leave me the h3!! Alone,
Let me be, the earth is my home.
I am not willing to fly free allowing my deception to roam free.
A passion I no longer see.
I find myself lying on this grass all alone.
Tears caused by my saddened past.
How can I hear the ocean waves, only trees surround me?
A life I cry why me?
I have no guide to show me how
I have been all alone before the age of one.
I have nothing to call my own.
What is that chirping sound?
Allowing me to live knowing my mother, did not care.
An embryo in her womb, safe in your care.
My mother's destruction pulled me out of a life that was not for me.
Where is my guide?
Crickets chirping soundly, how is that supposed to comfort me?
Do you not care for me? Why do you send the smallest insect to laugh at me?
Every time I fall to the ground, a chirping is the only sound.
I'm not ready to be rescued, I have not found my final stop.
Why is this insane insect in front of me?
Is that an annoying sound just for me?
What a silly way to show me who and what you can be!
Thinking of you in the biggest form.
An insect I can hardly see.
Why did it not come to me, on wings?
Do you mock all those times I fell onto the ground?
It was not the ocean waves I heard.
It was always the sounds of millions of crickets around me.
Showing me your power can come in any form, shape, and size.
Next time stings your way into my life like a bee.
. By; p.d.
~~LOL, my worse poem ever~~
~~LOL, what was I thinking~~
A Long, Long Time ago, there was a cricket whose name
was Blue, she was named after the sky that she loved so true.
All day long she would look up at the sky while the other
crickets played and hopped merrily on by.
Then one day a dragonfly landed near and he heard the
whispered wish, the cricket held so dear.
Crickets my dear, he said, belong on the ground and if
you fell, well, you may never ever be found.
The little cricket answered yes I know, but to the sky
is where my heart longs to go. I have wings to help me fly
but they only carry me about one foot high.
To the top is where I long to be.
Hey! Maybe you could help me.
I don't know if that is a safe thing to do little cricket
but if you can help me then I will try and help you.
What can I do to help dragonfly, the cricket cheerfully asked?
Some rain would be nice to put in my water flask.
I carry water to those of us who are sick but there seems to be a
water shortage since the farmer filled in the ditch.
I would be more than glad to help and the cricket sung her beautiful song,
then tender raindrops fell from the sky and the dragonfly was pleased
as he carried water half the day long to those in need.
When the sky cleared and there was no more rain, the cricket waited
for the dragonfly to return again, and when he did not come back to her,
the cricket's face had a look of concern.
I know he will return, the cricket whispered to herself low, he just has to
for he promised me so. Just as the sun begin to set low, along came the dragonfly and asked, Are you ready to go?
The cricket said, Yes as her heart for this had cheerfully longed.
The little cricket jumped on the dragonflies back and held tightly on.
To the top of the tree he flew and landed on the tip top as he promised her
he would do. The crickets eyes filled with wonder and tears.
This is what she had been dreaming of, for years.
The dragonfly's days were never worried about drought, whenever his cricket
friend was about and the Cricket took many journeys on the dragonflies back.
She told her story in a song again and again. The tale of how a cricket flew
up into the sky, on the back of her dragonfly friend.
3/09/2017
Windowsill love song,
The mariachi crickets:
Serenade the night.
My Grass and Mole Cricket
My grass is being killed by mole cricket,
Even beneath my fence that is a picket;
Grass is dying;
We are crying;
Do wish there is way that we can lick it.
Jim Horn
Sir Leonard Hutton famous for cricket
Idolized him yet we played in the snicket
His bat willow three springs and all
Ours a joke no umpire to call
Yet did dream of 'Lords' having took a wicket.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Life is a cricket match
If you don't do bat in time
You may be out by catch.
Thunder rolls
from cloud to cloud;
Cricket waltz.
I was cleaning my garden bed one day
when a lovely bright green cricket had
a word or two to me, to say.
At first my eyes was full of wonder
how could this cricket be talking to me,
I was lost in ponder.
He looked as though he had been talking
with an also concerned looking, speckled
tree frog.
He looked up at me with his perfect, little
peepers. As if he knew I was the garden's keeper.
Are you talking to me, I asked?
Why yes I am and you have heard me at last.
In his hands so very small, he held a tiny, silver leaf
that was holding a sip of water he had gathered
from the plants that were standing tall.
I must talk with you about our water shortage,
Since the plants have grown so tall, we don't get
any around the garden boarders.
Could you please trim them neat, so that all of us
who live under them can have a sip of rain that is
natures true treat?
I could see this concerned them both for the frog's
eyes showed he agreed with the story, the cricket told.
Well Mr. Cricket lets talk a little bit for I also have a problem
with those pesky little nits. They hinder my flower blooms
and most surely always leave them to their doom.
If you and I can reach an agreement, that you get rid of
them from the top to the cement; I will trim the garden
so lovely and neat and both of us then can enjoy nature's
treats.
We both smiled and became working garden friends and
both of our troubles came to a beautiful end.
Alone in my room...
Bored and hungry
With no food to consume
I look at a corner...
A cricket
"Hello, Jimmy, it's an honour."
My room became his...
My new room-mate
My heart was filled wit bliss
Day 3, knocked off at five
Jimmy still in my room
"Come on, let's get you a wife."
I offered him to nature
Jimmy hopped with joy
Too bad I can't denature
It is a dangerous world
Lizard caught Jimmy...
I froze in angst as Jimmy twirled
sing sing cricket sing
in my care
lonely no more
Cricket - Haiku
missing legs and sound
forest, rainless storm rages
remembers cricket
I had always enjoyed playing cricket
Till one day I told them to stick it
I was in at the crease
And was brought to my knees
When a googly hit me, middle wicket
There she sat all alone in her recliner
Pondering all the days of her youth
Canoeing, climbing trees
And yes! Catching crickets!
She would catch them by the dozens and then sing to them
Then she would set them free
It was all in a day’s fun as she danced and pranced in the sunny meadow
She would wake up and head right to the same spot every day
Starting all over again as she had to get to her quota
She had a certain number she had to meet
The number was twelve!
Twelve cookies made a dozen!
Jesus had twelve disciples too!
She had to catch twelve crickets and then entertain them!
After she sang her little heart out she would release them back into the wild
She was the one who God sent to entertain the crickets
Boy did she like to sing!
As the old lady sat in her chair she pondered the days of her youth
She pondered the songs she sang and she began to hum a happy tune
All of a sudden in the corner of the room she heard him
It was the lone ranger cricket
Her heart began to dance and she began to hum
She had relived one of the happiest memories since the time the doctor placed her on oxygen
Everything is gonna be alright now she felt
She knew Jesus sent her the lone cricket to show his love for her
She stopped to pray and a tear streamed from her aged cheek
“Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for sending me this little cricket!”
Written for my dear sister Beatrice
Gwendolen Rix
10-5-14