Best Houseflies Poems
Houseflies are dying...
A sign from Mother Nature.
She'll bring Winter soon.
Categories:
houseflies, autumn, insect, nature, november,
Form:
Haiku
I bow my head down in compunctions and in shame
For a contributory factor I had been to that which I blame
Oh Yes indeed I take no pride in that and my blame I will claim
But, to why I had done that, which you are doing, I seek to correct
Open Defecation (OD) is that wrong which we must all melee to right
But the battle as mostly waged by the unaffected are defeated in fright
For the mostly affected ones stocks the fire as you try to extinguished it
My fingers were crossed as I bring to memory the things I had seen at night
“The right thing must be done” to myself I said and for that I must write
But firs, to know the true cause of the menace I must indeed investigate
And for that my journey had started
Open defecation is indeed with us for long
And shall not persist here with us in Dagbong
Painful it shall be to consume that which you defecate
But indeed possible such is for your home alongside you go with it
It is a nourishment to the houseflies that descend on your food
Cause no more sickness to the children with that act
A cause of many sickness it is including diarrhoea, it’s a fact
340,000 children under five died in 2013 from diarrhoea related diseases
SayNoToOpenDefecatioN
Categories:
houseflies, children, dedication, education, environment,
Form:
Acrostic
In scratchy swales emitting Clorox gas,
Matador houseflies cross paralyzed eyes;
A kaleidoscope scene where jagged glass
Cracks beneath footsteps of love’s promised lies;
Forgotten by choice through hell-flickered sight,
Confusion screams at a dead mobile phone,
Gripping slick sanity ever so tight,
Un-stabled by speaking to Nothing’s tone.
Tormentors nearby prepare their escape,
Entrusting blindness to suffocate truth;
Black swans are they, drinkin’ ‘shine to undrape
Wounds nearly healed from a vi’lated youth –
A normal day in an abnormal cave,
Where hatred rules whipping peace claimed its slave.
Categories:
houseflies, loneliness, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
The undertaker prepped him voguishly
Like there was a party six feet below
The earth where anosmic maggots
Were tamed by steep fragrance
He is dead, he is dead
Of what use is a tinseling treasure
To the naively rich sands?
The gold plated casket glitters
In the mourner's eyes
How classy is death in its house?
A gang of aggrieved groupies
Hallowed to a one time
Shylock-baron unleashes its ruckuses
At the swanky funeral
They teemed tiny shell
At the casket and in a tick
The casket transmuted into
A gold plated basket
He is dead, he is dead
The bullets ran its errands
Through and through
But death was poker faced
The deceased wife face streamed
Down tears...The triumphant groupies
Prod the remains for mockery
Until wee in the day
When the police came for a sweep
The shylock-baron was in a feast-
Romance with the houseflies...
Until the groupies dispersed
He is dead, he is dead
He who dies once is lucky
But he who dies again has lost his soul
And would be damned
What was his crime?
That he was having
More than he needs.
Categories:
houseflies, farewell, strength, violence,
Form:
Free verse
summer's plentiful
houseflies eat cat food, dog poop....
slurp coffee, cough, spit
These past three summers have been awful for houseflies and blowflies coming inside my home every time a door is opened. I use fly swatters and bug spray to try to kill them but not so successful sometimes. Twice here lately I have seen one in my nearly empty glass or coffee cup. Yuck. Thank God I saw it before I drank!!!!
I think this is probably a combination of Senryu and Haiku
Categories:
houseflies, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The sky--
black treacle trapped in tar pits
dripping from a mastiff's jowls, or
one thousand million foolish houseflies
drowning in a single paper trap, maybe
a sprawling anti-Elysia, the hunting ground
for our shadows to roam while we sleep.
A well built by some sweaty, laboring God
that we merely see the bottom of.
But what matters of its dark?
A sky stretches out untouchable
and cares not what lies beneath.
Categories:
houseflies, introspection, nature,
Form:
Free verse
To lift you and fly you away
Five million houseflies: To help you take flight
Four hundred thirty seven thousand Honeybees: That hopefully wouldn’t sting
Sixty five thousand Butterflies: Straining with all their might
Eleven thousand Hummingbirds: In a blur of frantic wings
Four hundred thousand bats (winged rats!): To bear you off without a sound
Four hundred forty one pigeons: In a swirl of blue and grey
Thirty one Bald Eagles: To lift both you and me off the ground
Fly us off to their aerie and then
…eat us straightaway…
Categories:
houseflies, nature,
Form:
Imagism
Haiku I mean
because
life is a mystery
sky is clear
and serene
one draw
these grasshoppers-
I want to pass
I want to smile
may be love
is hand to mouth
or may be we eat
to live
or may be we live to eat
because here is domestic-
even cowards
are our brothers
because I can't sleep
anyhow, nothing is scarce
rather it goes through
before me is a thought
in letters and words-
others are mode, mean and median
and still others are bound around
wisdom is a reason-
here, between ends
of a bridge
and even among
houseflies butterflying
around
nods? are but words
of body gestures
a crocodile lamenting
and courting or something
tonight case may be
different, may be tough
I fear flies
and see tomorrow is an
election day
oh! my head and heart!
may be next season
fire may be abundant
in vitamins
I digest two morsels
of favourite food
did I wink to
right or left?
after all I am taking precautions
isn't it?
this station here
smoke rising
in snow and wind
like a privatization
of facial expressions
hark and damn?
I think everybody
is free? and everything?
toast to me twas?
I think we will
leave here for Malabu?
isn't it?
something is a dream
in wings of east and west
isn't it?...
some haikus to fancy
weather of rainbow
may I blow my nose? and brush my teeth?.
Categories:
houseflies, love,
Form:
Haiku
Three fireflies arrested on suspicion of arson
Two horseflies galloped of into the sunset
A butterfly landed lightly on the toast
The houseflies awaited the delivery from Door Dash
The dragonfly went out for a Knight on the town
The May fly may not
Categories:
houseflies, flying, fun, word play,
Form:
Monoku
"House plants are such attention seekers!" -- quote by Poet
House plants in the nursery are all trying
to sell themselves; competing for attention;
pleading to be bought to Mrs. Greenthumb.
"Hey you, marveling at the flowering vines!
How about taking me home? Feel me by the touch;
glide your fingers across my soft blades
and gently grasp them.
Don't they feel wonderful? Choose me!,"
exclaims the Xerophyllum.
"Hey, over here! Pick me and you'll gasp in amazement
watching me clasp and hold pesky houseflies
you can't swat! They never escape...
my clutch of death. I promise!,"
swears the Venus flytrap.
"No, pick me! I guarantee you'll be satisfied.
I know you want me. I'm beauty personified,
hued in striking yellow or orange buds.
I'll be the star in your garden,"
goes the Yellow Oleander.
"Don't! The Yellow Oleander is very poisonous,
and the Xerophyllum just looks like a weed!
Try me instead. Inhale the pleasing fragrance
of my buds and your heart will soar to the heavens
with joy, " pleads the Freesia.
Mrs. Greenthumb buys the Venus Flytrap--
ah, cool choice---and the Yellow Oleander. Oh, no!
Writing Prompt - Grasp- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Required words: vines, glide, grasp, gasp, clasp, hold, clutch, hued, inhale, soar.
Date written: 07/04/2021
Categories:
houseflies, flower, garden, humor, imagery,
Form:
Personification
POET-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
WISHES
…………………………………….
i wish , i fly ...................
but i have no wings !
why , have not ? why ?
from where , i can bring ?
who can say ?
i ask , i am DE ;
i see and see .........................
birds , fly and fly ................
butterflies , fly and fly ..................
also , every bee ,
can fly .....................
all flies can fly ..................
houseflies, fireflies ,
some at days , and some at nights , fly and fly ..................
even also , clouds can fly ,............
yes , without wings ; oh !
but my hidden dreams ,
and my hidden mind can fly ..............
my all invisible - hidden - wishes can fly and fly, also;……………..
infront , my success – wishes , fly ,……………….
and behind of these , my unsussess – wishes fly ………
i know ;
very fast , these can fly .......................
these are invisible , yet , reach too far ,too – high ,
without air ; without wings,these fly and fly …………
when my eyes open and also close ;
in my sleep and my awake , also .
but when these fly ,
nobody knows ;
Categories:
houseflies, feelings, poems,
Form:
Prose Poetry
This risen churlish cold
all cove like
lost in the rigging
crying out the humour
to dance the green lithe of light
as a figment of your mind
The inconsolables retain
lost memories flight
Winters club bastioned to the driving winds
Daffodils espied amongst the houseflies
once prudent pierce their aching hearts
Categories:
houseflies, analogy, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Husband killed eight houseflies,
four males and four females he said.
How come you knew!? His wife asked
Males were on sugar females on the mirror
That was his simple reply.
Categories:
houseflies, husband, wife,
Form:
Free verse
Tick-tock of a clock lasts a fraction of moment,
Yet, makes me cognizant of the moments potent;
The dewdrop that glistens from the tip of a leaf,
Though its life is a second or minute so brief...
The mayfly lives, kissing the lamp, a day or less,
Yet, that makes itself as happy as none could guess;
Fruit fly survives fourteen days as a total whole,
Egg to larva, pupa, the adult with a goal...
The Pantry pests, Luna moths, ant-drones and houseflies,
Each lives with no complaints and dies with no outcries;
Parrot, crow, pigeon, sparrow, eagle, and vulture,
Who have, earning the food they eat, as their culture...
Clean air, soothing sounds, and the beauty of nature,
A beam of sunlight and gleam of gentle gesture;
Relishing memories; cherishing warm events,
Sun basking, Moon baking, Stargazing calm moments...
The holiness of motherhood; Fatherly care,
Fraternal love and mutual concern we share;
I cannot just tell, indeed, what does not touch me,
Devoid of these touches, can I ever be me…?
17 July 2021
Touch My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
houseflies, heart, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My circle is of
fruitflies, houseflies, mosquitos
squirrels, chipmunks, possums
spiders, crickets, ants
parakeets, seagulls, geese
This dance is absent without you
hair, glasses, smile
shirt, pants, shoes
laugh, giggle, talk
Together we were one
hugs, handholding, cuddles
rollerblading, bicycling, racquetball
car rides, lighthouses, kayaking
fishing, dinners, parenting
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Categories:
houseflies, appreciation,
Form:
List