Best Mosquitoes Poems
man wrestles with his existence
while nature dances
to the melody
of the wind
mosquitoes mutter
against the backyard deck screens
they say let us in
kamakazie rain
drops shower on their squadrons
that's evolution
life just comes and goes
as if of it's own accord
and the humans dream
as if tomorrow
will always be there for us
we're just one species
stan sand
Mozzies, midgies, gnat attacks
On my blood they want to snack.
Silent, deadly, in they crept
Quenching their hunger as I slept.
Ugly, red, lumps and bumps
Itching, scratching; I've got the hump.
They transformed me into Quasimodo
Only time I've ever taken a selfie photo.
Evening time is my worse nightmare
Straight jacket on I must now wear.
26.08.23
Florida Mosquitoes
A boy stayed with his grandma one summer.
Mosquitoes loved him; it was a bummer!
They liked to drink his blood.
It never was a dud.
They lined up to slurp him for dinner.
Co-written by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen and her 6-year-old grandson who said that the mosquitoes lined up to
eat him.
buzzing day and night
tell scary tales at night
my blood relatives
angst, body, cry, hurt, imagery, insect, war,
DODOITSU
(A MOSQUITO'S LAMENT)
THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB ©
This sacrificial lamb starts
An aggressive night ensues
Mosquito’s ‘ding’ clarifies
Dinner is almost served!
TAKE COVER! ©
I’m a prisoner trenched down
Under cover of ‘sheeted' white
Less the incoming wine made
Mosquitoes blood bath!
DON’T SCRATCH! ©
Never scratch mosquito bites
Her taste that got me to itch
Her siren call wined the night long
But her bite remains!
THE ‘VAMP’ COMES WOOING! ©
Her ‘vamp’s’ lick plagues me still
She has sucked me dry of blood
I was her menu this night
***** left me an itch!
I AM HER MARK! ©
The insanity of her wine
A war siren at best call
Warns me she is to strike again
She needs to feed to feed young
And I am her mark!
INVASION ‘BITES’ ©
Summers heat holds cries for ‘arms’
Mosquito’s invasion scores
Her sacrificial lambs are’ feed’
Blood she craves for youngsters
Gives them tastes for more!
OH THAT ITCHES! ©
Her mark is dotted on the spot
Her small wounds itch to be scratched
This ‘calling-card’ of her bites
Her return for blood is made
Her young will need feed!
TAKE COVER! ©
Midnight swarms with bloody fare
Sirens are set to wine and worn
Attacks are brutal and stun
No matter what order taken
Bug spray, slaps, or cover!
A SIREN’S WARNINGS!’ ©
Attacks overhead strikes a bite
Spent siren wines forewarning
That gains a mosquitoes’ win
Its advantage strike!
MOSQUITO ANGST ©
It takes the metal out of fight
When over taken by tiny mites
Commandeering from overhead
With intolerable sirens
Before the attack!
In the summertime we all fear,
that certain bug that we can't hear.
Like a vampire with wings it comes in the night,
sometimes it feels like they take a pint.
You scratch the itch until it's raw,
there should be some kind of law!
To eradicate this bug before I die,
Ouch! I think one just bit my eye!
Those rotten mosquitoes are on a roll,
maybe I should move to the North Pole.
JSergi
Contest : Relate to on of these Quotes
#7 Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes? Anonymous
1.
Tired and desperate,
I walked out of the house
and out of poverty!
2.
The housefly perches
again on the cow dung
and back to our food!
3.
The sun sets by itself
Leaving nothing behind,
Not even a shadow.
4.
The sun rises this morning
Frowning at yesterday
and its sins.
5.
Birthdays,
Boys drink to stupor
Beautiful girls hide behind makeups.
6.
A green snake
Fork-tongued, licking from my tap
I, holding a bucket and a towel helplessly.
7.
The mosquito,
Pot-bellied from my blood,
Escapes through my clutched fingers!
I think that I shall always see
mosquitoes coming after me.
These pests against my skin do press,
then bite and make a fast egress.
I lift my eyes to God all day
and plead with Him, "Take them away!"
Strong sprays in summer I must wear
most places except eyes and hair.
Upon my skin itch cream I rub.
I have to buy it by the tub.
I try to make them leave me be,
but only God can make them flee.
patterned after Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"
January 13, 2022
entered in Angela Tune's Insect Poetry Contest
Mosquitoes Please Beware
With an audible snort of disgust,
I pushed back this chair of mine...
In my head, I angrily exclaimed...
Oh, no! Mosquitoes, they are at it again..
Dreaded mosquitoes, they make my life miserable..
Incessant buzzing and painful bites are inseparable...
I bent forward and low in this chair,
Swept my eagle eyes left and right...
Hoping to sight that obnoxious insect...
Daring it to fly into my area of sight...
Both my palms are opened and poised for action,
Eyes radar sighted onto the insect's flying position...
With the patience of Job from the Old Testament...
I waited patiently, eyes peeled and ears well tuned..
Where is that buzz, the flying sounds I know so well...
There! Out of the corner of my eye, I spied its flight...
I trained beady eyes hungrily on its ziggedy flight...
There is no way it is getting out of my sight...
In my mind I relish the thought of squishing this insect...
Slapping it dead within my palms is only the first step...
Mentally I drool as I imagined my feelings when I get to crush...
This nasty insect which is about to meet its doom in a rush...
A little closer, my lovely six legged friend with gossamer wings...
I'm sorry but I am the Maker your trouble making brings you in...
Smash! What an almighty clap of my palms in your honour...
My palms, they sting, they smart but that does not matter....
I opened my palms in jubilation, I have taken drastic action...
But what is this, both my open palms they are in spotless condition...
Woe is me! My almighty slap, that mother of all slaps, was in vain...
By some miscarriage of justice, this mosquito escapes to torment again...
Here it comes, gossamer wings blurring as it flies shrilly into sight...
Daring me, challenging me, inviting me to again kill it in its merry flight...
Involuntarily, my nostrils flared as again I snorted my disgust...
Bent over in my chair, crouched low as once again I lay in wait...
Fervently I uttered a silent prayer of deliverance from this flying evil...
As once again with the patience of Job I waited to pulverish this evil...
Fly hither, fly thither, fly merrily, fly unerringly into my sight if your dare...
Better warn your brethen, bloodthirsty fiends they are, please BEWARE!
Mosquitoes
Hovering in the humid night
Singing an eerie chorus on my distraught ear
Hungry swords & Daggers poised
JM
17th Oct’ 2013
Mosquitoes' lives may be ephemeral,
their deaths almost always brutal.
but during their temporary span,
nothing will stand in the way
of their two challenging guiding yearnings,
to slurp up human blood, and to reproduce.
There is nothing more irritating than,
the buzzing of a mosquito that can't,
get through the mosquito net to bite you.
There is nothing more irritating than,
itchy mosquito bites which are driving you nuts,
roving during the night, choosing their targets.
Watch out the mosquitoes;
flourish at the finish of summer,
remain, the final derisive life
form flying above the final water mere,
after the last imprudent humanoid has vanished
and the creation has ended.
In the still of this young night, here in the dark I lounge alright..
Low down in this executive chair, my legs are parked on the table high in the air..
The chair is well laid back and I have my forefinger tip tapping on a tablet phone..
The low glow from the display reveals each word I want as if alive on its own...
Mosquitoes by the numbers are buzzing crazily all around in the air...
Even as over my head, a low humming airconditoner sends down its cooled air...
Outside, a shrill cricket shrieks somewhere in the night..
As my fleeted forefinger quickly punch out every word right...
But for the mosquitoes, it is all peace and quiet in this night...
How I wish for a kindred soul to partake in the tranquility of the night...
We're going to step outside
Where mosquitoes will surely bite
They really make you itch,
And with a lot of might,
They hold on really tight
It's hard to put them in sight
But if you slap
and do it just right
You'll be free
at least until tomorrow night
(with help from my three sons)
a tip of the hat
a polite nod
a hail caesar
a handshake
a slouch
a tugging of the forelock
a proposing of a toast
a salutation sandwich
a salaam
a bow
a cheek-to-cheek contact
a kiss on the bugle
a kowtow
a wave
a voicemail
a whatsapp
a geachte heer followed by a comma
a prayer
it's all very gracious and well mannered
but for god's sake get the swatter