Best Beetles Poems
black helicopters
flowers are their helipads
they are self pilots
Categories:
beetles, insect,
Form:
Haiku
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 thinks it must have a weird smell, but Dilbert can’t get enough.
You might sample a tiny bit Dilbert says, it is delicious you see!
Mr. Camel shakes his head and says “Sorry, it does not appeal to me.”
Categories:
beetles, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
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 pooh.
We kept this quiet to ourselves, being full blood country blue.
To help Hue save a bit of face we all shrieked and said “ooh!’
Categories:
beetles, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
pumpkin beetles
copulate...
stung field peas
Categories:
beetles, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
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 keepsakes?
Sky
Lake
I am cut in half at my cold waist
Like a poor boy on a rural road
Who’s come across a tipped over Brinks truck
Coughing in the hot dust
Of swimming nickels and pennies
I look around
Then wade through my newfound riches
My beggar’s palms
Scoop up the reflections
Collect to the dock bits and pieces
Of the struggling metallic creatures
And wisps of cloud sun and wind
A stirring gaudy pile
Grows of second chances
To be picked over by my kids
Who say “Eweee. Yuck. and Beautiful.
Daddy
You are a pirate. Captain Bly!”
Ey
I don’t know why I do these little things
Saving these treasures
As coin by coin takes wing
Flies away
To my kids’ great wonder.
Categories:
beetles, cheer up, children, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Panic attacks can seem…
Pointless.
Jumps up and down.
A sighing yet struggling feeling.
Sighing out so much.
Because it’s boring.
Like a pencil lead from a mechanical pencil breaking.
Then you put more in.
There’s something pointless about it.
I can’t describe.
It used to be a passionate feeling.
Knocking down all the books off the shelf like crazy.
But these days it doesn’t feel like much.
Like wearing one sock because I lost the other.
That pulling and spinning.
It doesn’t define me.
A panic attack is like…
A squealing beetle.
Now I know that I’m the beetle.
And I can crawl onward.
Categories:
beetles, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
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 a stewardess on a liner, the song said it all.
A few days later I met a cook smelling of booze and underarm
sweat, he told me my girlfriend had a lover on the ship
a steward, I confronted the man we had a fight and I was thrown
ashore. She had stolen my heart, but I had the song;
so I will not write this love story after all,
perhaps tell you a story of Frieda, who collected monkey poo,
kept them in glass bottles and inhaled the scent
but she produced wonderful paintings.
Categories:
beetles, cool, crazy, cute love,
Form:
Bio
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 down, soft
Against the fabric, her maze?
Silently blowing
Winds healing, gently
Carrying her rich supplies,
Insects, a diet
Colorful creatures
Will her web never fail her?
Like this blessing, her
Silent moments spent
Waiting patient, the stalker
Will she ever quit?
Grow tired of her game,
The chase never doubts, haunting
Claims to forget, she’s
Forever catching
Rays brought to life, reflections
Between her network
Silent moments, dreams
Bugged by flies, beetles, insects
Who wish she’d resign
But, truthfully, she
Is forever spinning webs
Always so grateful
For her fare of bugs
Creation’s been good for her,
Spider’s fantasy
Nirvana, splendor
In shape of delicacies,
She’ll eat her goodies,
STALKER ‘til the very end!
Categories:
beetles, animal, autumn, creation, death,
Form:
Choka
LET MY BEETLES GO ! !
And it came to pass
That a lone beetle was crying
In the wilderness, alas,
After many years trying
To release all the beetles around
From the misery of slaving -
Building a great ant-hill mound.
(For the ants, a great time-saving ! )
And he warned the ant-king
That his beetles must be freed
From the bondage of working
Because of the ant-king’s greed
“Let my beetles go !” he said;
But the king hardened his heart,
“They’ll work till they’re dead. . .
When this mound’s done, another will start.”
Then plagues - small, great, some worldbeaters,
Were sent - ant footrot, antshell-itis,
And infestations of hungry ant-eaters.
The king said, “How great your God’s might is !”
. . . and he let the beetles go.
Categories:
beetles, allegory,
Form:
Quatrain
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 line. No noise. Oh. And the state? Well it is to be blamed upon the ingestion. The digestive workings is never wrong. Or can it be? Black beetles. Black beetles climb stairs. Entrances are easily obtained by their demeanour and charm. Wam. Wallop. And in. Climbing. White glow from painted walls. And plant pots. Innocently witnessing the event to come. The purple cloth soon turning red. But inwardly. No marks. Nothing. Silenced. In silence. A rainbow. Lifting left leaving. Lifts. Black beetles. Black beetles in their van. Awaiting their next instructions. Awaiting. Coffee poured. Let the headlines begin. Shocked out heads around. Black beetles. Jaded stares. Black beetles. Coleoptists . No ha. No x. Black beetles.
Categories:
beetles, betrayal,
Form:
Pine Tree Needles,
And Ladybug Beetles,
Upon The Canvas Dwell.
To A Place Beyond,
With Birds In Song.
It's An Area Of Fun!
Categories:
beetles, appreciation,
Form:
Ballad
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.
Categories:
beetles, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
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 blessing to receive
Left me wonderstruck
A gift from our almighty
Though some may call it luck.
Magically eased aching feet
Tensions did release
Bringing just a little joy
Wonders never cease.
Completed chores ,climbed the stairs
With memories I saw
Only to find with all in mind
Lady beetle at my door!
Categories:
beetles, blessing, insect, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
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 shoes
running for the six fifteen
it's
too early for those early morning
blues
It's just a Wednesday.
Categories:
beetles, song, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
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 the same there was a twist
He seemed real as he love bombed me
Was a thrill until truth you see
Walk away from love fantasy
Wait for real love and let it be
All you hope for will someday come
Be patient my dear for true one
Categories:
beetles, feelings, love, poetry,
Form:
Lay