Beetles Poems - Poems about Beetles

Don’t be fooled, they carry nothing of the Orient’s allure. These voracious beetles, if they had the appetite, might easily bring down the loftiest sequoia. Depraved sexual deviants, they deflower helpless roses in broad daylight; and, like Medieval artisans of yore turn hardy zinnias into empty-ribbed cathedral windows. Their shells are hard like scarabs, but charmless, slicked with an iridescence cheap and tacky like carnival glass. Eager...

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The museum curator brought in tons of carpet beetles The staff did not understand until they were shown Carpet beetles will eat almost anything They rapidly cleaned flesh and hair off animal skeletons Like piranhas except out of water...

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The Beatles made an awesome hit; from England came, and quickly lit the way that music would be heard. Though some would think it quite absurd, their songs rose high on all the charts and stole the love of teenage hearts. Most famous song was "Yesterday." Paul, John, George, Ringo- led their way! ...

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Right now I lay me down to sleep Sing Beetles great song “Let It Be” I’m troubled with insomnia Sleep is a dream can’t get enough Life is good I can’t complain I have shelter from the blue rain Wish I had love but I’m content It is enough to pay my rent For love came in a narcissist Wasn’t...

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Male stag beetles fight, fight, fight Winning their mates into the night Pinching each other with bravado big Beating enemies with pinchers that dig...

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Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not? The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought. To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle. To put them on a clothesline suggested a jokester named Meetle....

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Weaving a web, light Falling in shafts of weightless Ingenuity Laughing like stardust Reflecting silent moments Does it catch the fly? Gloating in colors Hues of delicate sunlight, Risking graceful rays, Will she catch his thoughts In her web, imagining Graceful traces, sparks Pure perfection, warmth In whispers, melancholy Floods her spirit, light Chasing rainbows, nice In passionate embraces Soothing storms, rainfall Sighs in the spirit, Falling on her web, will she Discover dewlike Tears flowing...

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If gold coins and silver dollars Could turn hollow and float On the quivering skin of Torch Lake July backstroke of jingle Belly rings nipple rings This would be it Drowning Japanese Beetles Tossed by handfuls to the surface water From jewelry boxes kept by robbers What better way to give it back? Bringing justice to generations Of those who’ve always wondered What exactly happened to my...

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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...

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Bugs, beetles, ants, spiders and nightcrawlers too They sometimes get squashed on the end of my shoe I found a baby gardener snake, said a city kid named Hue. We wisely kept our counsel, knowing what to do. The gardener snake was not a snake, but a worm so true. A dried up nightcrawler that had dried up crispier than...

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Three lady beetles put on a little show; Whilst in the great outdoors Effected me to whoa. Spotted one on a leaf, Handled her with care Weightless though sheer greatness and Black-spotted orange wear. The miniature living charm Circled round one two Then up up and beyond Vanishing to blue. There I stood there gleeful From what I did entail Surprisingly another lady Followed in her trail. Oh what a...

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Pine Tree Needles, And Ladybug Beetles, Upon The Canvas Dwell. To A Place Beyond, With Birds In Song. It's An Area Of Fun!...

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She curls up very tightly as I leave the bed and I stumble to the kitchen cotton wool unwinding in my head it's just a Wednesday Beans and bacon in the non stick frying pan coffee on the counter and two burnt toast with a pot of jam it's just a Wednesday. Picking up the tempo putting on my...

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The Beetles I will now write a love poem and will include heart, souls, roses and a box of chocolate with nuts inside but a song by the Beetles keeps getting in the way “Will you love me as before when I`m sixty-four?” It was in Tokyo when heard the song I was visiting a girlfriend who was...

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Black beetles. In black trousers. Black beetles. Tight vests. Long arms. Muscular. Vipers. Vesticular. Works for the below. Those behind. The puppeteers of the show. Globally planning. Workings. Slice. Then become a one. One. How fantastic. The news showed a death did it? Or was it a murder? Yet no noise omits from a red...

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