Best Millipede Poems
Millie millipede needed some new shoes
for her summer holiday fun Disney cruise
Her old shoes were tight making Millie hop
so she went with mommy to the shoe shop
Millie hobbled through the door and began to wail
the poor shop assistant’s face turned quite pale
because Millie millipede had got forty tiny feet
so she sat Millie down on a comfortable seat
The shop assistant summoned a little elf
to fetch some shoe boxes from a high shelf
and when Millie tried some shiny red boots
she said, "These are wonderful substitutes"
The boots were leather and had a thick heel
for walking round Disneyland they’d be ideal
With so many feet Millie needed twenty pairs
so the elf assistant dashed up and down stairs
Mom was given a discount when the bill was paid
so they stopped at a café for sweet lemonade
Millie wore her shiny boots all the way home
stopping off to show them to her pal Ted gnome.
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03/12/21
She's a black cigar
when i touch her crawling body
she curls, like my fist
I really didn’t mean to
Btu I stepped on the young millipede
That lay in the path
Of my foot
I hadn’t seen it
I just heard the crunch
Then felt the wetness
On my foot
When the damage was done
I cringed
Disgusted
And jumped
Expecting its insides
To be splashed
All over
My beige carpet
Then I saw some red
My heart shrank
In horror
At myself
I didn’t know
Millipedes could bleed
I stared for longer
Maybe in disbelief
Or in the hope that
It would curl
Then crawl away
Seemingly merely bruised
I watched
It writhed
It curled its head
The way I curl my toes
When I feel great pain
My heart shrank
My skin crawling a little
Thinking
I should kill it
Fast
And cut off its pain
But I could not bring myself
To further hurt
Millipede that was now still
I took a piece of rigid paper
And picked it up
It stirred a little
And so did my hopes
Then it stilled
Completely
Like I did
A minute later
Realizing what I’d done
And feeling cruel for it
I threw it outside
On the garden outside
Perhaps it would awaken
This I know is a dream
Reality is
It is dead
Because I stepped on it
Where was it going?
Do millipedes have families?
Do they have lovers?
They go back to
To stay with
And make love
And get baby millipedes
There is still a patch of red
On my carpet
Where the millipede bled
And I feel like crap
As though
Someone strangled my pet cat
And I wonder
How do they feel?
Those who kill other humans
Do they remember?
Do they have a patch of red?
To remind them
Something bled?
I am sorry millipede
Next time I shall try
To watch where I tread
Just moving about on its two rows of countless legs
looks to me a most complicated
and complex concern of the
millipede.
I wonder how its motor nerves ensure synchronization
of a milli-leg motion so that not a single
leg may ever accidentally
impede
the smooth movement of the rest of its legs, avoiding
errors that might cause either limb
entanglements or a weird
stampede,
a blunder the millipede would rather keep to itself
and guard against being gossiped
about by creepers like cousin
centipede!
~lit lonely insect
flutters mist the air it creeps
eight legs has its feet
creepy crawler waits,
mystery bug that sweeps wait
one millipede please~
6/24/21
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Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 34
Total # Lines: 7 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 25