Best Millipedes Poems

When I was a kid
I touched the red millipedes
To make them look round!...

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The anti anatomy of an anarchist is neither an amateur nor an animation. But wheeling a whirring wind is a window wiper moving at over...

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A moment...
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Millie Mable Millipede was worried by the news.
Mike and Molly Millipede would soon need winter shoes.
Their itsy, bitsy, tiny feet, until now free and bare,
Were...

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A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in...

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Largely undiscovered radiant jewels were rock climbing up very sheer cliffs. Waves laughed beneath them and slammed into the stone in an attempt to make...

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Tomorrow and tomorrows
harken with promise,
reward the dream
in another place,
a gentler space
full of peace and pixies
laughing at Yesterday.

As each Now passes
wrapped as a Present moment,
the Past...

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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...

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The Millipede Parade

Left home pet sitting, I felt unlucky.
One dog got sick and days became yucky.
Vacation in Portugal
Fun loving dreamy dazzle –
Then came the millipede...

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Here in the tropics,  fans provide a built-in breeze,
their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies, 
gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s...

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Words and knives remain of two accords;
Cuts and bruises poison our skins
As the sulphur in our words corrode our hearts;
Staples and stitches hold our parched...

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It's dark in here
Dead boring too
My neighbours don't talk much
I'm floating in a puddle
Of putrefied juices
That have percolated
Through the billion
Pores of my back
It stinks in...

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Polka dot swimming gala is neither a boiled cake or a slow roasted peanut on toast. A rave in a raven tent is a window...

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When the old ancient bridge kisses the star surround the orbital energies smile and slip into a pleasant pattern. Its marvellous to encounter a rising...

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