Best Crawling Poems

Description:  This piece deals with lies and deception...really....I am actually
                        quite serious here.


You are twenty years older than me, yet so...

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Spider, spider, crawling light,
up my trousers in the night; 
with what devilish plan in mind
are you targeting my behind?

Was mother nature thinking right?
when it gave hairy legs eight?
was she drunk and saw double,
multiplied legs to cause trouble?

And brown body with many a spot, 
could scare...

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"Romance in the Time of Crawling"


We wait in hibernation
for the great release 
into a 2nd coming maybe 
a 3rd, a 4th, a 5th
it’s a joyful death
the pain on entry
where oceans break
the certainty of all 
that is shore
the harbour opens
we sail forward 
through bloody waters
into a...

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Crawling Snake or Insect

Why is it so many people may create waves?
While wanting all of us to be their slaves
Because they can control, lie, cheat and steal
Around them uncomfortable we forever feel.

Most of us are mature as well as fully grown,
And always enjoy living lives...

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    is there a little premeditation ~ to scratch an irritation 

    or a bit of an itch ~ to tackle a rash without hesitation 

    said a flea to a hive ~ it’s only my...

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Do I understand what love is?
Have I fallen into it before?
Convincing myself I knew not
Possibly I tried in my youth

Now younger days have passed me by
Still I know nothing of love
Walking towards it
At a mere crawl

I write pages of it
But all turn to a scrawl
Giving...

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LOOK AT EM CRAWLING...

At the old Darreel pub out near Mungindi....
Trapper Joe he rode up, he come from Boggabri...
The DTs were bad with this poor old bugger Jack...
Look at em crawling he did mutter ...
And his rolling eyes were slack....

Joe wandered to a sandhill caught...

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When I start to tear up I think of a ladybug crawling and how It must be fooled to think
there's really raindrops falling. So I store my tears away to save that ladybug from the rain.
Now when I want to smile I think of a...

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Words, Like Crawling Babies, Creep
By Rick Rucker

Words, like crawling babies, creep,
Through my mind, as I sleep,

They roam around, and then depart,
Leaving me to finish what they start,

Sometimes, not an easy task,
I must don my “poet” mask,

It helps me to summon my Muse,
Whose talents I can...

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I had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled me to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss

Lying on a couch, the beacon clock, clicking my heartbeat
With no desire in facing...

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Letting It fade into the palm.
if only I scrubbed with greased elbow.
Why do I entertain such scorpions
with ebony reflective shells.

I walk to the car looking
excepting to see the previous.
Always seeing it, always believing it.
Time is to heal, but time is the infirmity.

Talking on the phone...

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He had been in a deep dream, searching for a lost puppy
When the clanging alarm startled him to reality
The clear images fading like a burning photograph
Then, a desperate sense of unrecoverable loss

Lying on a couch, the beacon clock, clicking his heartbeat
With no desire in facing...

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I feel the time is creeping like a vine,
upon the trellis of another day.
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
A trumpet honeysuckle climbing,
inviting hummingbirds and butterflies,
to indulge beauty of another day.
a red flowering climbing vine
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
as time quietly slips away.
While perching songbirds serenade
ruby-throated hummingbirds toast the day.
sweetly sipping...

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The Crawling…
The quiet night
crawls on—a snail’s pace.
Likewise the lazy snow flakes
seduced by the pull of gravity.

During the day—humility
gracefully exited; power seduced
a whining tyrannical soul:  Robbing
it of its sacred humanity.

Forecasted for tomorrow
is uncertain uncertainty.

The quiet night
crawls on:
With insomnia—We 
prepare for dawn....

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I'm barely crawling toward my grave
And lucky to have come this far! 
A life lived mostly not a knave, 
Or specimen in someone's jar.

It's not so easy to stay clear
Of folks who'd label us at times, 
A president so cavalier
He flogs a foe charged with...

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