Best Ants Poems
ANTS ON A HILL
A little way of tiny life,
insects which are not easy to sight.
Follow me, I'll follow you.
Easy to spot in daylight
Sticking together without glue,
sneaking in cracks at night.
Walking around with no clue!
Stepping on them left to right.
To their queen they are true.
They don't seem to be very bright.
Walking in a straight line is all they do.
Everything to them is a meal,
even the meat on me or you.
Ants on a hill,
I stand here by Chance.
Ants on a hill,
I can't stand still.
Ants on a hill,
Making me dance,
Ants on a hill,
Their mean bite is real.
Ants on a hill,
My legs I scratch.
Someone give me some gasoline and a match.
Ants on a hill,
Who I will burn and smash!
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
An ant was digging in the dirt, he worked and toiled so long.
He looked upon the work he’d done and decided it was wrong.
He’d only made a little dent in a job that was too big,
so he decided to find some friends to help him with the dig.
He gathered up a couple mates and showed them all his plan,
to save their world from predators and that’s how it began.
Pretty soon the group he formed had made a giant stride,
in their quest to mine the earth and make a place to hide.
Other ants began to hear of what he planned to do,
each asked if they could lend a hand and be part of his crew.
More and more the ants joined in and worked with might and glee,
it wasn’t long before the group became a colony.
Ants with more experience helped share the things they learned,
the new guys did as they were taught, and respect is what they earned.
After all was said and done a mighty place they’d built,
they looked around to find that they’d moved lots of sand and silt.
More, in fact, than any single one of them could do,
the job was so big in fact it took more than a few.
And in this tale is wisdom that was drafted by the ants;
many hands make lighter work and help the circumstance.
Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.
Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated
If they’re likely to bite a small child,
Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower bed,
Or just plain in the way.
After all, they’re only bugs,
Small and inconsequential and expendable.
Occasionally, small rough and tumble boys,
Full of bravado and challenging each other,
Will desecrate an anthill recklessly
Just for sport…
And to see the ants run frantically
In response to the destruction of their entire world
At the whim of a dirty-sneakered foot.
They look so small from up above
Scurrying about like ants
Tiny and insignificant from the height
Of a skyscraper, or a ski lift,
Or the windshield of a fighter pilot’s plane.
Tiny, and in the way
Because, as we all know,
Sometimes ants have to be exterminated.
Ants on a trail, saunder along
constantly move, chemicals guide
Cars upon roads, *SRID guides them
men's highways, signs, signal shows way
No ant pile-ups, no injuries
God guides with skill, no false trails, steps
*Initials for :Spatial Reference System Identifier
Finis'
Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.
They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order for her ants to attack
Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack.
There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve
Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself.
The others were preparing for a mass swamping
While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping.
They entered inside both trouser leg realms
These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels
From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy
And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy.
Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle
With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal.
They battled there way through, this united strong army
While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy.
They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled
Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled
At all times they were all on high red alert.
To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk.
These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt
His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk
Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction
Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction.
He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits
They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits
His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey
Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey.
Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone
My garden is yours and every ants home
I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat"
I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat."
Harmony and peace, balance restored
Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword
Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants
But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant.
04.06.24
MIGHTY ANTS-
ants crawl on the ground
gathers things beyond their strength
and more than twice their sizes
miraculous so
beyond their strength they do tow
up, down, around the ant hole
4/18/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees
Are problematic when you work on your knees
While mosquitoes and gnats vex during your leisure
Insects have a way of interrupting our pleasure.
I try to respect insects for us they outnumber
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
They seriously interrupt my outdoor slumber
Some are especially bad in the hot summer.
I will admit that I absolutely detest flies,
Especially when they enter my pristine kitchen
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
I break out pesticides I’m not supposed to mention.
My screens do a great job of keeping them out
Let them live outside in my sycamore trees
But leave me alone when I am out and about,
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees.
[a Quatern]
written January 16, 2022
especially for "Insects Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Angela Tune
a picnic lunch
pepper moving
on potato salad
One whisper...
The forest floor trembles
A path of literal
mayhem
Untethered to mankind
Strangely eschewing
Frogs, snakes and lizards
"Long Live The Queen"
Their
Only
Anthem!
Eternity
Their
Reward
I
Fall
In
10/01/13
Strength is evident and power prevails in unity
For even smallest ants cast long shadows...
.......marching as one
No me
No I
Just we
One purpose
An example for us all
How our shadows should fall
Together.....long
Where strength is evident and power prevails in unity
Donna Jones
12-4-2015
Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows
Put on my pants
Let out a giggle
Do a little prance
Do a little wiggle
Up down
Dance around
Wiggle tickle
Wear a frown
Stop the dance
Remove the pants
Take a stance
Kill the ants
Alan who is a great man and a peerless philosopher
Has run for public office including the presidency
Several times but still have not got to first base.
He casts a long shadow,
but people don’t appreciate his shade.
Even his opponent who happened to be
a small man comparatively,
Not fit to be a parrot on his shoulder
And yet public chose not Alan
but the man with a long shadow.
The small men when in power with weak leadership
can cast long shadows of large range of influence.
It often happens as the saying goes;
"the smallest ants cast long shadows"
It is a sure sign that the sun is about to set,
Like an oil lamp burns brighter when oil is at its end.
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January 8, 2014
Form: Free verse
HUMANS, ANTS AND SHADOWS
The smallest ants cast long shadows. . .
Little they are but see how discipline they can be
Millimeters apart, they all unify in a single file
It's a dismay that at some point
Humans, don't show such discipline
Instead of waiting for their turn
Sometimes one overtakes, one assumes
someone else's post just to be on time
selfish motive or emergency,
who knows?
Polymorphic ants, they merge
to do an umbrella of tasks
Humans regardless of status and age
All are entitled to do some chore
inside ones home, school or workplace
Hand and hand in a web of labor
Talking to each other
with their own way: pheromones
Some colonies act as one
but some misunderstands, they fight.
Humans as well does communicate
with the languages that abound this earth.
Hence, we can readily convey our thoughts
but still, highest among creations,
there are still confusions and war.
Amazing!
Such little creatures,
Ants and we, humans,
one way or another
cast long shadows. . .
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©O. E. Guillermo
03:31 pm, January 16, 2015
Note: Pheromones -- chemical substances released by insects (e.g. ants, bees, wasps etc.) the influences their physical behaviour particularly communication, signals.
ANTS HOG GLEN
Fiery red burns
Autumn orange
Army ants learn
How to hog Glen
High winged pigs
Fly blue in tune
Suctioning mouths
Pulling helium
Balloons
© Kim van Breda—18 November 2015