Best Mosquito Poems
Today I met a mosquito
It wasn’t very fun
She bit me here, she nipped me there
(she even bit my bum)
But I had the last laugh...
I squashed her with my thumb!
1st November 2015
T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail,
to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale.
A gallon of bug dope was strapped on my hip,
which I figured would last me for most of the trip.
Down through the sphagnum I plowed like a moose,
a huffin' and puffin' and spittin' my snoose.
Then off in the distance, I heard a faint roar,
like B-29's coming home from the war.
The sky clouded over, so you barely could see,
"They're mosquitoes! "I cried, and they're coming for me.
They flew by me once and past me again,
a-flexing their stingers, before they moved in.
I grabbed for my bug dope and spread it on thick,
just hopin' and prayin', it would do the trick.
They came at me fiercely and punctured my hide,
But before they could drink much, they dropped off and died.
I thought to myself, "What type of bug dope is this?"
The mosquitoes all had smiles on, as they lay there in bliss.
After checking the label, I saw my mistake,
t'was the 100 proof whiskey, that Uncle Jake makes.
When God made the beasts, in days of old
It seems He lacked quality control
That surely would veto
The cursed mosquito
And preclude all that itching untold
DEATH OF A MOSQUITO
Kind of a party, a get-together for friends,
Free wheeling, snacking here and there -
You know how it goes.
Warm afternoon - moist - ideal weather:
Some of the guys had already dropped in,
More had said they were coming
Just before the rain;
There was a real buzz in the air
In the crowded kitchen.
She was a pretty woman, gentle-faced, quiet.
I had been after her all afternoon -
A touch on her arm, a nibble of her neck -
Seems I went too far - you know.
A rolled-up newspaper appeared in her hand.
It came down on my head.
The whack of the smack
Was the last thing I heard.
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Long hallways he preys
Looking for unsuspecting victims
Playgrounds and parking lots
Children going about their day
Avoiding those he knows will swat
The giant in the swaddling cloth
The sting, the bite, fangs fade away
His time to ponder, pause and plot
Against the fence, his belly full
Spies one more chance to strike a blow
But slowly creeping, circumspect
Our knight approaches, cracks his skull
12/08/13
What I work for is here in my sack.
Feed my young so we all can buzz back.
You're just the right type.
Let's hook up my pipe.
We'll have a nice meal. OH NO! SMACK!
I spent last night with a mozzie in my bed
I heard that annoying sound
I slapped my face
I slapped my ears
But you were whining around my head
Under the sheet you managed to creep
Taking chunks from my poor sunburnt skin
You bit my back
You bit my bum
I tried to find you but I had to give in
I didn't manage to get any sleep at all
Because I was itching all night long
I scratched my legs
I scratched my arms
I hadn't realised I was doing wrong
I woke up covered in lumps all over
Red and incredibly sore
I dabbed calamine
I dabbed anti itch cream
To no avail, you won the war
At the beach the itching got bad
Biting me on my privates wasn't nice
I tried creams
I tried tablets
I'm sure they all thought I had lice
So tonight I will sleep peacefully
Purchased two cans of mozzie spray
I used the whole lot
I enjoyed every minute
Today mate is your last day
Mosquito distracts view , clap.. ,Y-u-k! :’
by eve roper 10/21/2014
Like the haphazard mosquito that
flew right into your mouth, the
news i got today
said you died
I took an oath from thy God’s face
That life dwelling on earth I raise
Cuddle what breathes in this thick case
But you that slurp my red
Deserve no love nor an embrace
Slap! You die yet I bled.
© Glenn L. Sentes
July 4, 2011
I was frozen in place when
I felt it “bite me” – a nip
On my neck from a pesky
Mosquito – oh no!
I couldn’t move to kill it,
So I stayed still. But cringed when
I saw the mosquito land
On Deborah’s nose!
4/7/12
Susan Burch
For Linda's "Bite Me" contest
Bit Deborah Burch
I Slept with a Female Mosquito – part VII
In the interim be quashed, my pangs
The process should be sore slow.
I will do it gallantly; wicked empire
I will kill her in small installments
Tick!
My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;
When I am mature,
I make myself sure
To infect a human when the insect does inject
I want to splat you
Sir, sucker pinching veins
With itch, mosquito!
My tongue pierced skin cries
And merciless you zip drink
A bump, your tombstone!
Sizzling in my ear
Halt these needs to sense me what germs
Infest your entrails
Settle still in place
Slippery rogue, test my swat
Awful mess, my blood!
Form:Balassi Stanza.
On a trek to deep jungle,
tired I, fell by hay bundle.
a giant wild female mosquito,
humming my favorite song,
crossing all bounds to bang,
licked me whole; dirty wild mosquito!
kissed my eyes, nose, cheek.
not my blood. bloody ,my love it seeks!
pheromone pulls this mosquito!
my sweat has this filthy stuff extra!
my sweat has this filthy stuff extra!
Pheromone pulls this mosquito!
28-11-2013.
Written for the contest “The Balassi Stanza Contest” by Dr.Ram Mehta.