Best Praying Mantis Poems
I saw a praying mantis as I went about my day
The brightest green, the coolest form
and I just had to say
“Please tell me of your prayer” He answered in his mantis style
“I pray my friends are happy
and they wear the nicest smile”
“I pray for those now hurting, filled with sadness in their heart
I pray for lonely people
who have not a place to start”
“I pray for all the homeless who are living on the street
I pray they find some shelter
and some food that they can eat”
“I pray for anybody who is in some need of prayer”
I listened to him carefully,
so glad that he did share
Then thanked him for his answer for I now know this is true,
it seems that in my mind I’m praying
for the same things too
~
Way out there in the meadow
where the wildflowers sing
Sat a lonely praying mantis,
such a funny looking thing
From within the petal'd choir
came a perfect summer song
So, he climbed upon a bluebell
and began to sing along
His voice, a lovely harmony,
now echoed on the breeze
To drift above the columbine,
meander through the trees
The sound so mesmerizing,
whisper soft along the rim
As if, now Sunday morning,
with a most angelic hymn
When then he noticed something,
as his lyrics came out loud
It seems his morning ballad,
had attracted quite a crowd
He finished serenading,
as he took a breath to pause,
To hear the other mantis,
clap a chorus of applause
From that day forth his singing,
was now heard about the land
Each meadow he did visit,
found that he was in demand
so,
it seems this praying mantis,
with his fans who do adore
His prayers have all been answered,
he's not lonely anymore
~
Oh, praying mantis, there with majesty,
you hold your slender arms so still and sweet,
in prayer like form that somehow makes us see
a kind and gentle species when we greet.
Your odd, triangle face responds your way
by nodding side to side, as if you hear
and grasp the words we speak and so convey-
to be beside you does not carry fear.
But, in the world, you live- yet to survive
another side of you is seen, exists.
A murderer you are- eat your mate live;
your coupling ritual exhibits twists.
Your mate is lucky to have found a chance
to spread his genes, his only goal in life;
to offer up his body in this dance-
a trade-off for his offspring to be rife.
With head gone first, he still completes his act
depositing his precious sperm; when done
you throw him to the ground and after that
soon feed on him to nourish life begun.
Oh, praying mantis, there with majesty
you hold your slender arms as if in prayer.
But looks so often can deceive, you see;
a murderer you are- his fate, unfair.
August 15, 2016
Contest: Insects
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Praying Mantis
Patience – a virtue
silence in the sight of God
Grace – before meals
8/20/2016
submitted to – Praying Mantis – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
My girl she can keep very still,
it's no major act of will,
and can hold a stare without her eyelids dropping,
with her arms held out and bent
you can't tell that her intent
is to quickly swipe my wallet and go shopping.
She hides her feelings to me
and I'm feelin' kinda gloomy
since I've only found out where it could have led,
she eats her partner after mating,
which is why I'm stopping dating,
until then we're gonna sleep in separate beds.
For contest 'Praying Mantis', sponsor Anthony Slausen
August 17th 2016
Mantis
Verdant, skinny,
Praying, sneaking, planning
Insect, wife, insect, husband
Surviving, hoping, dying,
Fearful, easy,
Prey
for what is it
she prays
motionless Madonna
rapt in stillness
awaiting the unexpected
mate or meal
slender neck
cleavaged eyes
pious predator
poised on spindle legs
©8/29/2018
for Personification Poem Poetry Contest
Premenstrual syndrome
Gain discombobulation
Guys wisely worry
Hello, I am a praying mantis from the tropics,
a killer really, once I bit off the head of my lover;
and then I ate him, yummy and then I was caught,
I ended up in a pet store until one day she bought me.
I am a strange pet for a girl to have and love,
but it is so, few people realize we make amazing pets;
no weirder than a rat or ferret or snake.
My species is known for courage and fearlessness,
in ancient times we were considered supernatural gods;
but I have no powers except my praying posture,
I like to be perfectly still with my for arms folded in prayer.
Usually my girl feeds me small insects she finds,
once when I was on a stroll I reached into her goldfish bowl;
and ate her goldfish, oh my, was she upset with me,
I like to grip her finger with my long legs.
One day I escaped into the garden, oh delight,
I ate a bunch of bugs by ambush and camouflage;
you see I am the master of disguise,
I can blend into the foliage and any background.
My girl found me when I was trying to resemble a flower,
she said I was a giveaway with my two bulging eyes;
(and three small ones) darn it anyways, almost had freedom,
but in truth I love my girl and the lovely nest she made for me.
She has made it look like my tropical homeland,
with a heater and plants on which I crawl and pray;
there is never a lack of bugs to eat and I do love the light above,
so yes I am an odd pet for a girl to love;
but she calls me beautiful and that makes my wings flutter,
and I go into my praying poise for her to praise . . .
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August 12, 2016
Poetry/Personification/Praying Mantis Pet
Copyright Protected, ID 16-817-962-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A female praying mantis is so alluring, living in her island paradise -- a small swamp with so many wonderful plants and flowers around. The female mantis is being courted by so many males of different colors and sizes though she is bigger and heavier than most males. One by one, during autumn or at any time in temperate regions, the males disappear after meeting the coveted one.
One day, a new male was swinging under a leaf and was called by the praying mantis to go down. The male one didn't respond as if he heard nothing. The praying mantis was frustrated and went somewhere else.
The next day, the same male mantis was seen by the praying mantis, calling him again. The male one turned around and asked why the female one is calling him. The female said, "I like you. Don't you find me attractive?..."
The male one replied, "I like you, but I'm childish. I am not fit for you."
The female one was surprised hearing it and laughed.
The male one invited the female one to walk for a while on the ground, shaded with extending low leaves and stems of plants. While walking, the male one was caught by a spider web and can hardly extricate from the thick web. The female one said, "I wish I can help you, but that's the best position I like most so we can be together for a longer time."
Unknown to the female one, the male one has friends in the area who are spiders. The spider webs are traps for burglars and intruders in the area. And the male one happens to be a friend of the leader of the spiders hiding everywhere encompassing the area where the male one was trapped.
Many spiders instantly appeared in the scene, surrounding the two mantises.
The female one hissed, ""What's the meaning of this?... Is this a trap?!"
The leader of the spiders said, "Our friend is the one caught in the web. You better run right now or we will clobber you!"
"Why do I need to run?" asked the female one.
The leader of the spiders replied, "We know that you eat all your lovers whenever you wish to mate with anyone of them. And that is cannibalism!"
The female one quivered, saying, "...I need to do it because it's a biological necessity."
W i s h i n g so deeply whispering prayers to me you intended on giving,
maybe childlike attainable verses so tender my heart would release,
but you’re secrets and deceit are the reasons my heart won’t go on living,
I beg you father, to stop this tormented abuse…I ask you pretty please.
Sincerity you pretend to gift to me by day but an arachnid by night,
seething in your damaged relentless camouflaged daily routine.
I’ve been accustomed to your furtive predatory lifestyle at first sight,
yet you hide from your prey slyly left invisible and completely unseen.
Emerald flashes released yet you leave blue bruise’s from your hands,
you ambushed me with fear when I wasn’t old enough to look.
I thought my mother would be the one to be able to understand,
but my innocence and disregard for my childhood you so easily took.
You sprung out your legs to leap into the depths of my worst dreams,
hunting for a way to ease your appetite for my destruction.
Everyone looks at you and sees a remarkable man, so intrigued,
but your fangs behind your mask are always ready for my abduction.
I lay at night in prayer, as my mother taught me so well to do,
asking for relief from the pain inflicted with such eased practice.
The only anguish this child will ever endure is from no one else but you,
my father, the imperceptible, disguised and iniquitous p r a y i n g mantis.
*This is about physical child abuse not sexual child abuse*
Praying Mantis - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Date Written: August 19, 2016
The praying mantis,
Preys on alter of petals;
For the grace of life.
Despite how it looks
I ain't really praying...
I'm looking for bugs
Praying Mantis contest
The Praying Mantis
By Franklin Price
7/19/2015
The praying mantis
Clasps forward legs in prayer
Thankful to exist
a praying mantis
on a bloom where silence lies
a moment of peace