Best Grasshopper Poems
the grasshopper sings
all through hot summer long days....
chill cold season kills
,
for want of better things.....
Come sit with me lovey
I’m excited to see
The clouds dancing high
In the deep blue sea
We’ll make dandelion rings
And weave clover blossom
Make bracelets of violets
Now don’t we look awesome
We’ll take our tea party under the willow
While the branches sway
To the music in our smiles
Our pinkies up in the most genteel style
As the sun beams hotter
We’ll make castles of sand
Where lady bug princesses
Marry grasshopper kings
But she never stays long enough
To find her a ring
Now let us eat supper
From our petunia plates
Honeysuckle nectar
The fare is first rate
Before we head for home
Let’s stroll past the creek
Create boats from milk pods
Now passengers we seek
Ahhh the princess
Back to us she did fly
And since she’s not scared
We put her inside
She sailed away
To a distant shore
Where her king waits
Forevermore
Grasshopper, you have learned in time,
All that’s poetry does not rhyme,
And now you must also learn to see -
All that rhymes is not poetry.
Grasshopper soup if you do not mind.
Fry the legs first if you would be so kind.
I know they are not easy to find
But I already have the bread bowl lined.
A grasshopper
on a bamboo shoot
genuflecting
A Grasshopper mocked an Ant all the day long,
because the Ant thought to be busy and strong
And the Grasshopper thinks this all is silly and wrong.
An Ant can carry thrice its weight ,even a big, big crate.
An Ant travels far and wide, and needs no other for a ride.
An Ant works well in teams, and gets much done by the streams.
They have no King ; They have no guide.
They have instinctive chemicals inside.
They spend all day doing profitable things,
while the Grasshopper lies around the Springs.
An Ant will travel with their food in a line;
and this works very,very, fine.
The Grasshopper waits to be served before it'll dine.
By Wintertime, the industrious Ants are well-prepared.
By Wintertime, the lazy Grasshopper becomes all scared.
How will he eat; he thought not ahead? Perhaps he does not know.
Perhaps he'll humble himself , and off to seek the Ants he will go.
December 19, 2008
Copyright McCuen 2008
Grinning grasshopper gallops gracefully,
Getting garden grasses,
Gathering green grapes,
Grasping gorgeous goldenrods,
Grazing grand grounds,
Greeting greedy grubs,
Gliding gallantly...
Going,
Going,
Gone!
Resting on a tall blade of grass
As two more go meandering past
His giant eyes surveying the land
Sitting all alone on that strand
Sitting there so willing to wait
As so soon he was hit by fate
Landing on the same blade of grass
He fell off and landed on his a@#
She called out "are you alright?"
Maybe this is my shinning night
And when he looked up at her
Music played "The Way We Were"
She jumped down to the ground
As her love has now been found
Quickly they suddenly took flight
As a giant sneaker came into sight
It's quiet tonight only the witterings
of grasshopper legs for company.
The sun has dipped leaving dark
blue tones with slate grey slabs
spanning the horizon. The pool is
motionless, orange balls sit like
flames on water, reflections of the
rustic village lamps.
This is the time I sit with my God
and ask him of the day, a day of
days like so many have passed.
In the emptiness I pass words, ask
questions, try and readdress the
significance of my existence. To
this point I am like everyone else,
but cannot help feeling I am like
no other.
I toil with many aspects, love, faith,
humanity to name a few, on the edge
a smiling face , inside chewed, torn
by a lifetime of compromises dealt
by fates hand. Some may say you
are too late in life to be asking,
accept, but is not acceptance
giving in to the mundane.
So I pick myself and my conscience
up and head for home, leaving the
wittering of grasshopper legs to mull
over the unanswered questions, for I
am sure he was not there, never has
been in the past, but the next quiet
time I will try again, as we all do
green grasshoppers- vivacious
gazelles
gaily observing nurtured
exhibits
gossamer winged butterflies
gracefully
signifying natures colourful
kites
gently touching floral
parades
perfumed yesterday, today
tomorrow
garnet geraniums
whimsical gypsophila
dainty daisies
ravishing roses
timid pansies
different poses
a gardens grasshopper showcase
© September 2013- Kim van Breda-
Beautiful Eos, goddess of dawn
Cursed to love a man like me.
How could I not be drawn
To your luminous beauty?
So I, Tithonus, Prince of Troy,
Plucked the fruit from heaven's sky.
A mortal man who would enjoy
Heaven's bliss with Dawn to lie.
My only love, I did beseech
Grant this man immortality.
Beware for what you reach
Can love last for all eternity?
In granting my wish dear heart,
Eternal youth goes hand in hand.
You did forget this crucial part
Now I grow older you understand.
What use is this immortality
If you are old and weak and frail?
I beg dear heart, set me free
Let my boat to Hades sail.
For I cannot live nor can I die
My love this is so improper.
Wipe the tears from your eye
Change me into a grasshopper.
In the early morn I chirrup to you
Goddess of dawn, my lovely wife.
You are the perfect drop of dew
On the fragile petals of my life.
My supervisor is Hannibal ugly today.
Must be tired from jumping through hoops.
On bony knees, trying to please the unpleasable.
Being constantly squeezed just to climb a rung less ladder
of cackle and clack.
I'll do "it" a favor and stay out of its way.
Slide on home at the end of this hard day.
Wash his grasshopper spit from my soul.
...feathery flutter
wagging in the wind, cattails
hop, stop, grasshopper...
While eating at KFC with my wife,
saw this lonely grasshopper
slowly climbing up the outside window
making every effort to reach the top.
Life is so beautiful, even for this small but
determinded grasshopper.
Written 7-22-11
green grasshopper
peers through gaping hole in leaf --
a bird chirps
3/31/12