Best Insects Poems
Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.
They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order for her ants to attack
Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack.
There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve
Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself.
The others were preparing for a mass swamping
While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping.
They entered inside both trouser leg realms
These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels
From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy
And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy.
Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle
With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal.
They battled there way through, this united strong army
While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy.
They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled
Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled
At all times they were all on high red alert.
To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk.
These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt
His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk
Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction
Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction.
He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits
They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits
His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey
Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey.
Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone
My garden is yours and every ants home
I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat"
I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat."
Harmony and peace, balance restored
Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword
Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants
But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant.
04.06.24
Fruit flies abuzz everywhere
Some fly here and some land plop
Doesn't matter if it is on fruit or poop.
Then they have the nerve to land in my stew
I think they have the right to life, but then.
They'd have sex and hatch oodles.
Two thousand more at a time
Even though I try not to keep score, see.
Swarms of them are too many to please me.
Drosophila melanogaster, go.
Setting some traps with fruit bait
They enter can't leave, trapped, stay.
Guess what, they have sex, and she lays her eggs.
In a short time, maggots start their ascent.
Well, throw them out, those pesky nuisances.
I thought I had them conquered.
I assumed the house was free.
Then to my surprise, one zoomed in my ear.
I was furious, angry as could be.
Up my nose one flew, to my amazement.
I blew and blew, used some spray.
I can hear him buzz today.
I ATE A GRASSHOPPER
ANTS DANCED INTO THE HOUSE
MOUSE FINISH THE LAUNDRY
AS THE LAZY CAT SLEEPS ON THE COUCH
DOG IS COOKING DINNER PARROTS MAKING DESERTS
STRAWBERRY CHOCOLATE JELLO PUDDING PIES
AS THE GRASSHOPPER JUMPED OUT MY MOUTH
YET BEFORE HE COULD HOLLAR
AND BEFORE I COULD SWALLOW
by james edward lee sr.
Bees are fragile but remarkable insects;
too painful are their stings
and they buzz constantly,
'though they make sweet honey...
oh, these small insects delight our palates!
their eyes
they flutter
or is it propel
either way
a subtle prelude
to a kiss out of sync
their conversation
an amalgamation
of giggles and smiles
more telepathy
between hearts
than anything else
their legs
entwined like shoestrings
on a pair of old sneakers
seem to imply
the mating ritual
of hoverflies
I miss the old time monster movies where the insects ruled the day,
Where disaster resulted from a mishap with a disintegrator ray.
Unleashing the wrath of nature by causing the insects to expand,
Proving to us once again that the scientists are out of hand.
The military would be activated before they’d answered all the hows,
And the energy beam that they created made roaches the size of cows.
Then a giant deadly mantis terrorized Washington D.C. one day,
And finally taught the congressmen just how it is you prey.
Enormous hairy spiders are in the subway and on the track,
Webbing people in giant cocoons and saving them for a snack.
There was always a beautiful woman with a bod and brains to boot,
And you knew that the hero would save her with his manly chest hirsute.
Because even though he said something to her just to raise her ire,
You could tell that between the two of them there burned a raging fire.
As she works in her lab late at night the bugs come looking for their meals,
She tries to get away but she can’t run too fast while wearing her high heels.
What was there left for her to do but to freeze and start her screaming,
The hero saves her in the nick of time with a smile that was redeeming.
She’d develop a serum to reverse the horror that stares them in the face,
But he was the only one who could deliver it and save the human race.
The combination of her brains and his last ditch daring do,
Would ultimately serve to save the day and lead to kissing too.
They’d fall into each other’s arms as his tattered shirt reveals,
His blood stained bulging biceps and the love for her he feels.
And just before the credits role “The End” comes up on the screen,
Then a tiny vial falls off the lab bench and a question mark is seen.
They don’t make them like that any more but why I just can’t say,
Possibly because tastes have changed and now good taste rules the day.
Nature's small insects cute and rude
Garden blooms gathering food
Butterflies' sweet nectar seeks,
Beneath sun's outstretched blond streaks
Where, yet a spider does hide
Silvery web shadows bide
Night is flashing lighting bugs
Tall grass leaves their heartfelt hugs
Dragonfly's wings weave and fades
Sunlight shining rainbow shades
Termites creeping in woodwork
Silent destroyers as they lurk
Beetle strength squirms in its murk
Fine powder they scratch and chirk
Cicadas incessant whining
Shedding its clear shell lining
Mosquito's blood hungry dining
Ill for which I've been pining
Cricket's chirp amid tall sheaves
Hidden inside curling leaves
A ladybug among a rose
Sweet aroma zephyr blows
Tiny creatures bombinate
Among flowers as they ate
1/18/2022
'Insects' Contest Info
Sponsor Angela Tune
All bugs are insects but, all insects are not bugs. True bugs belong to the order Hemiptera under the class Insecta. The main difference between bugs and insects is that bugs are the insects having proboscis, which can be used to suck food whereas insects have other mouthparts adapted for chewing or sponging.
grasses waft april fragrance
as lady sips melon day
bold ninja insects invade
...repellant she squirts
flying needles wage buzzed attack
rams garden, zooming high speed
darn choppers of mosquitoes...
prick Nancy's behind!
Make Me Laugh, New Contest
Ever seen falcons and honey bees?
Falcons eat pigeons hiding in trees,
hunting them until they're full.
Honey bees work hard 'till Fall...
before any beehive freezes.
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
With golden rings
And black ones too,
They buzzy buzz
As all bees do.
They hover low
As they have planned,
Choose a flower
And then they land.
Grabs some pollen
And buzzes away,
But will be back
One bumbly day.
I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.
In my favorite store the "Book Nook",
on a leaf I saw a ladybug reading a book!
She looked up with the tiniest smile,
said, "Hello, have a seat, read awhile."
Astounded I was by this clever little bug,
an insect that I just wanted to hug
and found myself engaged in a conversation,
about the wisdom of the insect nation.
So profound and wise I found her to be,
she read to me, while swinging her tiny feet;
said she, with tiny voice, "Did you know,
that my species allows the plants to grow?"
"We dine on thousands of aphids, you see;
while they get pollinated by the bees.
To faeries I often give many rides,
throughout the gardens, far and wide."
"Shall I tell my cousins of your garden needs?
I assure you, with our work you'll be pleased."
So, about three thousand I did invite
and they keep our garden growing just right.
2-21-2023
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
sits a little swift
amidst violet flowers ~
flying bud on tied fly
mesmerizing tune
in the midst of blaring horns~
magpie Robin sings
long train swiftly moves
without a loco pilot~
trail of busy ants
engrossing odor
nearby sewage mess reek~
pure white flowers bloom
a pleasant moment
in the mid of worldly stress~
birds relishing pool
a rainbow springs up
in the monotonous life~
colorful flowers bloom
my plain flat pulse rate
embraces bright buoyancy~
perky squirrels roam
colorful jewels
walks around the fallen leaves~
cute centipede crawls
a bright beaming mouth
amid the slanderous words~
divine dawn Chorus
true hope emanates
even after failures hit~
a barren tree sprouts
a joyful write up
amidst the arousing thoughts~
stroll in my garden
The battle raged on, the artist uninjured, but soaked in blood,
The dead and dying, cursed by good aim they still feel.
The valley split by the cool of water…and a crimson mud
The noise of the pain outweighing the wielding of steel.
There were no more threads to sew, the material wastefully torn.
No more linen to lay on mortal wound and gall,
The saws blunt, the scalpels deader than the fallen,
The horror of man ‘gainst man, pride before their individual fall.
The other helpers in the task, saw not Dioscorides pale,
Step back from the still cooling form before him, and slowly stroll
Towards the hillside peak, clothed in green veil,
A journey to another place, forgetting life lost, and clotting on his sole.
The smell of desecration, and the noise of conflict, abated
As he crested the hill and waded across the stage.
The sun slowly setting, the grass beginning to wave, fated.
The trees whispering, his thoughts clearing from the rage.
His vista escape from the scene unreal, and sad,
An accident of a creator wanting to flee.
A journey of discovery, a dream to be had,
Revealed a singular white kermes coated tree.
He would leave here in a short time, never to re-appear,
Where peace replaced the hate on the other side of the glen.
He would remember, and with a vision clear, on canvas reinact the fear
Of the boys drowning in the cochineal river, never to grow to be men.
( Based on the life of Pedanius Dioscorides...a soldier, physician and artist...this poem is based on his walking away from a battle where he was the surgeon, and discovering the kermes beetle on a cactus, and which he took some home to Greece...The beetle is the same one where we obtain cochineal for red food colouring.. )
Hey, helmeted heads and masked faces
Just doff your boring accessories
Come step into this secluded place
Which makes your mundane minds go crazy
On watery leaves, these little birds glide
Roistering the plain sailing water ride
There, the perky squirrels hoard fallen fruits
Wandering here and there forgetting their route
Butterflies here amaze us by their divine dance
And sometimes they also give us a great chance
Spins the enigmatic web, the signature spider
Writes on all the edges, the welcome letter
Look down and see the tiniest of tiny snails smile
And in pursuit of wonders, I don't need to go miles
We see them all as pests to be destroyed.
For they feed upon our food crops galore.
And invade all our homes by the score.
They bite and sting and this we can’t avoid
So poisonous chemicals must be employed.
Daily we spray these insects more and more
As our inventive ways come to the fore
To make their reproduction then fall void.
But we are focussing on self-interests
Thinking that we now can control nature.
We will rid our world of these wretched pests.
With clever chemicals we’ll be master.
And soon bring an end to all those insects
As we are in command of Earth's future.