Best Crawly Poems
It was a lovely summer
the garden was filled with butterflies.
Whammy the caterpillar was full of joy.
He climbed the tallest stalk in the flower bed.
Maybe he could see the beautiful butterflies.
They might even play with him.
“Hello” he said
as he greeted a very colorful flutter by.
Poor Whammy was in for a huge disappointment.
She laughed at him,
called to all her butterfly friends.
She ridiculed Whammy
she actually called him an ugly crawly thing.
If it was anyone else but Whammy
this story may have had a disastrous ending.
Whammy just slid down
found his other caterpillar friends.
They all wanted to know about the butterflies.
Whammy told his friends that the flutter bys
were even more beautiful from close.
He said he was unfortunate
he met one who was mean and shallow inside.
That night Whammy prayed.
First he prayed that the flyer he met
would find the kindness
that was surely within her.
Then he prayed for other Caterpillars
who might have the same experience.
He knew that at first he felt bad
really bad.
He felt bad for not being
as beautiful as the flyer.
Then Whammy remembered,
beauty is to be appreciated
not envied.
"Besides" Whammy thought
"I'm quite dapper myself"
as he straightened his imaginary tie
and laughed.
He wished that no creature large or small
that no life form would ever feel like less.
“If I was a butterfly I would be kind to everyone,
imagine that me a flutter by” he said out loud.
As our story ends
Whammy falls asleep.
Laughing and content
Just to be happy.
Imagine that - a scary caterpillar
becoming a beautiful butterfly?
Moral Of the story: “Attitude is Everything”.
01~11~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Contest Name: Fable to the Rescue
Categories:
crawly, beauty, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
Upon Misty Morning's Fast Fading Glow
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.
3-04-2016
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
crawly, blessing, creation, destiny, giving,
Form:
Classicism
Halloween: The Best Time of the Year
Halloween
Frightening
Everything about the nonliving
Everything about the dead
Scary stories to be said
Monsters coming out from under your bed
All in one night
All in the biggest fright
Lock your doors really tight
Trick or treat
Smell my feet
Don’t give me no rotten meat!
Candy everywhere
Scary masks giving you a stare
Giving you a scare
Toothaches
People acting fake
Zombies come and wake
Knock on every door
Abandon houses to explore
Stay safe worried moms implore
Flying witches on brooms
Wake up the tombs
You are doomed!
Pumpkins glow out light
Clock strikes midnight
Kids wandering around is still a sight
Children eat pumpkin pie
Watch movies where people die
This night is no lie
Old men hitting teenagers with their canes
People loosing their brains, all aboard the haunted train!
All humans drinking cider
Watch out for hooligan hiders
Watch out for creepy crawly spiders!
Halloween is my favorite time of the year
Everything is to be feared
Everything is a little to near
Categories:
crawly, fear, kids, fun, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
Rats rats rats
I’m scared of creepy crawly rats
Thay have beedy eyes and a long slivering tail
And the ones around here are as big as cats.
Rats rats rats
There’s countless millions everywhere
Nesting in your knicker draw
And crawling trough your hair
Rats rats rats
I was staggering home pickled from the pub last night
When I saw the whole ground move like a giant carpet
It gave me such a fright
They can crawl from the sewer into your toilet bowl
And bite you on your bum
So always check you haven’t one.
Rats rats rats
Their dirty and have fleas
They breed and multiply so fast
And they say they spread disease
When I'm in my bed at night
i get under the covers
Holding my pillow tight
Just in case one crawls through the window
What a fright..
Rats rats rats
Their intelligent creatures so they say
I’d never hurt a tame one
Just keep them rats away.
peter dome. Copyright.2015.Dec.
Categories:
crawly, animal, fear,
Form:
Free verse
To Catch A Butterfly
I stand beside
a wilderness
to gaze upon
unfamiliar shores
where life once
appeared so intimate
midst the savage
lion's roars,
Yet I'm detached
from this reality
with my neatly
packaged food,
standing draped
in shameful skins
while nature is
running nude,
And as I scoop
this alien soil
I flinch at
creepy crawly things,
except to catch
a butterfly
to marvel at its
beautiful wings.
This land was teaming
with creatures
who flew, who crawled
to catch, to kill,
so I learnt how
to make weapons
and control
this world at will.
Yet it's been so long
since I wandered here
among nature
and my roots,
I have crushed them
inadvertently
with my industrial
hobnail boots.
Now I kneel beside
this wilderness
to brush the earth
away from the sky,
where the fossils
of man and butterflies
catch my tears
too late to cry.
Categories:
crawly, earth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I am an awkward aardvark
Awkward because, no one knows exactly
what kind of animal I am
how to classify me
I am an awkward aardvark
Evolved by necessity into an odd mixture
of adorable and formidable
sharp claws on my paws
funny bunny ears, the better to hear
predators in the night
just out of sight
I am an awkward aardvark
Nocturnal by nature, cautiously seeking safety
in my burrows dug deep
furrows on my face tracing the fear
of ever-present dangers lurking near
I am an awkward aardvark
Protecting myself with surprisingly thick skin
living on strange food
tiny crawly metaphors infested in the wood
of life's framework
a kind of a solitary clean-up committee
devouring what would otherwise
destroy the solidarity
of needed structures
Categories:
crawly, animal, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow,
dance fairies on glittering silver wings.
Flying with fantasies flowing in tow
And sweetest joy such dancing often brings.
Above their heads the rising sun awaits,
its morning sun's time for shining anew.
If fairies are seen, man then contemplates,
dreaming depths of that rare mystical clue.
As dancing wings fast flutter to depart,
one ponders glistened myriads of fate.
Sadness beating in dreams of every heart,
with embellished scenes of day's opened gates.
Upon that vanishing flash time cries out,
woe to he that simply waits upon me!
Free living is what life is all about.
Life taking dire chances is living free-
In those windless breezes summer moon shines,
In the deep dark no more secrets to dread,
The grave beginnings we have all kept live ----
Weeping misery and ancient-kept death
The mountains moan, the mountains moan! ---- as babes!
Those creepy-crawly mists fade to fortune;
Wondrous winds in a panting night do tame ----
The fevered child once wan with vacant love
A horn Gabriel shall blow through pink clouds ----
And sleeping stars bring life with bright-night-light
A world to shine and illume all year round;
Broods of good company and simple delights
The morn shall pass and with it mad darkness,
The heavens death cannot roam freely so;
Old Lucifer, huffing and puffing red!
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow
First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley
Last 16 lines written by Keith O.J. Hunt
Categories:
crawly, hope, mystery, time,
Form:
Classicism
Creepy crawly spider webs
Ghost and goblins in their head
Beware the night so full of dread
Apple bobbing, candy corn
Jack o lanterns light the way
Children so excited as they beg
To be delighted, but now
It’s time to go to bed;
And dream of all that they have done
They dream of ghosts and goblins
And the witches they have seen
And they’ll dream of trick or treating
On this Happy Halloween
Categories:
crawly, children, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
The eve of darkness they come out to play
creepy crawly with our senses. The street
wise, the waifs, the tiny cherubs all blend
together to form a society of sorts that is
out of step with time; they become invisible.
They come with their drums, their guitars to
serenade the unseeing humans in tourist
tee shirts. You can see the beauty of
this youth who dances and plays from a
heart that just needs freedom.
You look into their eyes and you fall in
love with the innocence of a child who
sees his place in time as cosmic.
You smell their odors, their very essence.
A not so spent youth and you wish you were they.
You find yourself being pulled in by
their ethereal nectar and song...you see
for the first time what you could of had.
You are pulled in and the fight leaves you
the unseeing being the unseen...welcome!
*My impressions of the homeless youths of Ocean Beach, San Diego
Categories:
crawly, adventure, allusion, beautiful, environment,
Form:
Free verse
BUTTERFLY IN TUTU
Butterfly in tutu, deliriously delusional, bright
with spangles, tapping her wings. All knew
she was cocky with glorified golden teeth.
She followed the cockamamie caterpillar
with his root-tootie-toot-toot flute. Thoughts
of mopping up this contest after that
creepy-crawly performance. Her tutu, in
and out, in and out. Her wings of grace
up and down, up and down impeccable.
but the Operettes were up next - they were stars!
Dusk dimmed butterfly’s oscaring, dark
and darker, the glare of stars fell. The iridescent
tutu turned black, she stubbed her wings,
she spun out and crashed, and the audience
laughed……………………instead of hiding
she took a bow
12/23/2021
“B” Forms
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
crawly, angst, butterfly, fantasy,
Form:
Burlesque
On a dark, dark, night
On top of the hill on a dark,
dark night sets a house with no light,
which is quite a fright on Halloween night.
The windows covered with a shadow
shining from the moon light.
Blowing in the wind on a breezy night.
This keeps the creepy crawly things hidden from site.
I reach the porch and what do I see, maybe a
ghost, goblin, or something ready to get me.
I just know it's something that goes bump in the night.
As I look through the door with that old rotten floor in
a dark, dark room it's a black cat.
That's the thing that was going bump in the night
this was what was causing such a fright on this Halloween night.
By
Rowdy
Yates
Categories:
crawly, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
There’s a fungus among us
It’s funky no doubt.
It’s creepy, it’s crawly
and I’m quite put out.
Tennis shoes, Gym shoes,
Golf and football cleats.
Snow shoes, walking shoes,
rain shoes and sleets
Running shoes, Sunday shoes
Bedroom shoes galore
All strung out and stinky
In your room on the floor
© Mar 11 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
crawly, funny
Form:
Free verse
Deep in the woods lay a pile of leaves
all russet colours glinting and shining
flapping gently in the breeze like sleeves
what is there at the bottom in hiding?
I stir the pile and watch the scurrying
woodlice, beetles , a little crawly thing
a scary brown snake slithers off hissing
frighten off his meal of a tiny hatch-ling
And hidden secrets are where ever we look
turn over any stone and a host appear
what we find can depend on our outlook
if your mind's cloudy, it will be unclear
Open your eyes and see all the beauty
welcome in the visions of magic gladly
written 06/02/2013
contest Beauty
Categories:
crawly, beauty,
Form:
Sonnet
I am a real scaredy cat
and there's absolutely nothing that
I could do about that.
I'm scared of 'roaches
I'm scared of rats
I'm scared of spiders
and afraid of bats
I fear all arachnids
and I fear those gnats
Oh I fear all the kinds I find
of those creepy crawly brats!
And but what can I do about that?
Huh and who woudn't fear
a midnight rat-a-tat?
So I've resigned myself to being
a lifelong scaredy cat.
Yeah and I'm scared of heights
Scared of noises at night
Gah, I'm really quick to fright!
I'm scared of grasshoppers and even of dogs
Gosh there's hardly a thing that I ain't scared of.
But I admit I am a timid tigress
otherwise I'm a harmless human who don't hurt a fly
Normally just a normal lady, a humble poetess
I attack only when provoked to the limits
so as I'm a cat after all
I do show my tiger claws if the situation demands
or else I don't mind chickening out
of aggressive and foolhardy involvements.
And maybe if everybody was a coward like me
they wouldn't hurt each other with sheer brutality.
I guess for ladies it's not so bad to be
a bit more cowardly
In any case that's far better than being
a ruffian who's dastardly!
And oh, lastly but not the least
ah yes, I also greatly fear
any lustful male leer
I'd rather I'm invisible to their view
So I really find huge refuge
in the dear divine idea that exhorts me to
to drape and wrap myself from top to toe
in flowing garbs when I step outdoors
and that veiling attire does make me brave
as I feel vulnerable no more
and that's when I feel the transformation from lil kitty
into the big cats
from scaredy cat to formidable tigress
and that's when for once there's NOTHING I fear anymore! :)
as I go out veiled in soft armour from top to toe.
And I feel I can face the chauvinistic foe
Categories:
crawly, fear, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
unseen in forests
creepy crawly things slither. . .
inhabiting night
miles from the black woods
bolder creatures (upright) flit. . .
whooping in the streets
woods seem eerier
towns' garish beasts seem wilder. . .
and strangeness prevails
For Linda Marie's Halloween Haiku Contest
Categories:
crawly, holidayhalloween,
Form:
Haiku