Best Roaches Poems
I went to a friend's house just the other day. And
man, I tell you that place I would not rather stay.
The roaches are bad; they take over the place. Let me
tell you the story...it all happened this way.
When it was time to eat, I looked around and what the
hell! This place seemed to be loaded with a bunch of
roach motels.
So we ate our food, for more my friend begged. But
something troubled me, I felt something crawling up
my leg.
It was a cockroach! I jumped up and misbehaved. So
what else was there to do, but reach for a can of raid.
I tried to spray the thing, running after it like a
soldier. It ran into a hole, but peaked out saying,
"This isn't over!"
I went back to the table...that episode gave me the
creeps. But heck I was hungry, so I returned to my
place to eat.
What I saw next put me in a sour mood. A roach was
giving thanks and proceeded to eat my food!
Well so much for dinner, I'll call it a night and brush
my teeth. I flicked on the light and there he was, "So
again we meet!"
"I told you this isn't over," then he flew towards my
face. I ducked and I took off running in a panic haste.
This roach seemed determined as he flew towards me. "If
I don't get you now," he said "then I'll get you while
your asleep."
"Every step step you make. Every move you make,you'll
think of only me. I'll pop up when you least expect it,
count on that, hehehe."
I confronted my friend and told him, "This house the
roaches rule..." I went to say more, but he interrupted,
"Silence you fool!"
"Our roaches aren't that bad..." but suddenly he let out
a scream. A roach crawled in his shorts, now he's coming
apart at the seams.
I was laughing so hard at him that I was turning blue.
Suddenly I stopped laughing, because by my ear something
flew.
It was that flying cockroach, so like a running-back I
ran. This was too much for me to take, more than I could
stand.
I ran out the house and said enough is enough. If my friend
don't want to be friends no more, then oh well, tough!"
This story was a fiction, but this truth may hurt. You see a
roach, there are more, so make a diligent search.
Don't be a victim. Please be safe and whatever you do...don't
let a bunch of no good roaches get the best of you!
Categories:
roaches, funnyhouse, me, friend, house,
Form:
Rhyme
It's now a month later. An invitation is sent to me;
turning it down I reply, "Over my dead body!"
He tells me the roaches are gone because he called
the exterminator. I tell him, "Fine then I will see
you a little later.
I arrived to his house. He hands me a beer. "The
roaches, my friend, are gone. It's so good to have
you here!"
Drinking all that beer made me had to pee. I lifted
the toilet seat and there he was, "Sweet revenge
for me!"
I can't believe my eyes, it's that flying cockroach! I
thought they were gone, but now it doesn't appear so.
He then flew at me, so I swatted hm with my hand. He
dodged and I missed, oh darn I almost pissed my pants!
I gotta pee, but the heck with it, so I ran for my life.
Looks like this will be a very long and scary night.
Guess I'll go to bed, it's not safe to walk around.
Hopefully I'll get to sleep then in the morning I'll
skip town.
What I saw next man, this just wasn't right. A roach
with PJS in bed yelled out, "Turn off that damn light!"
I guess it wasn't quick enough because he suddenly flew
at me. I ducked and he missed...hmmm now where could
he be?
When I catch up to him he will be good as dead. Suddenly
he appeared crawling quickly up my leg.
I ran in another room but stopped, the reason why you see;
my friend was in front of a statue praying down on bended
knee.
"This house is cleansed of cockroaches, though the job was
hard." But as he prayed, a roach bit him right there in front
of the lord!
"Get the raid!" He screamed "My prayers seem unheard
somehow!" SO I ran to get the spray while screaming,
"Feet don't fail me now!"
I sprayed him while saying, "Life for you is over-with!"
He wasn't fazed, he stood there, "That's ant spray you
idiot!"
"You know you are sad and that's just too bad, because all
you've done now was simply made me mad."
I ran out if the house and my friend did to. Two cockroaches
shouted, "Don't come back or worse things we'll do to you!"
Putting his house up for sale cheap, someone will buy it
quicker then. The roaches have won this battle, sadly this
is how it ends.
Categories:
roaches, funnyhouse, me, friend, house,
Form:
To catch a critter and insect un like no other not your friendly ladybug or caterpillar no Charlotte webs with a message written in the middle the presentation of poverty hood gutter black nasty un speakable the shame of inviting somebody over to see one these nasty mother***ers playing ring around the rosey on the top of your cup holder the nastiest shade of brown color with five to ten legs underneath their tin see through shell even raid was like all hell! reach for a dish and all hail a whole family reunion who want a roomate them what that says about you your crazy lazy or nasty with no shame and no matter how you explains it you will forever hold this 'l' they run off friends 'f's up shoes corners lives behind stoves refrigerators and bread covers either move or you join them and take over.
Categories:
roaches, care, deep,
Form:
Concrete
Rats Racing Roaches
If it's a rat race
Why are all the roaches here
And How many laps
10/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
roaches, analogy, animal, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Haiku
Ants and Roaches
How often the question
How often the ignoring
How often the reality
That as a species
We live lives
According to someone else’s purpose
Perhaps
Too many move through life
Embracing factotum
Embracing servile doctrine
Pushing religion
Obsessing scholastic attainment
Conquering career lures
While forgetting
Fulfillment eludes man-made designs
Reliant instead on discovery
The inner being transparent
Many hold
We ignore our divine destiny
To Be
Such a quandary
This idea of Being
Thinking we know what we want
What we need
Who we truly are
Yet
Few choose to seek “their truth”
Opting instead to crawl through endless trenches
Of waste and human rubble
Enduring razor-like suffering
Only to remain a stranger to one’s self
Sadly
These scars of self-mutilation subtly spread
Metastasizing into bondage of heart and mind
Leading to perhaps one last question
Will our species ultimately become
But alien anthropological studies
Proving our existence as a dot under the cosmic microscope
But an ironic exercise
For revealing who we ultimately
Were not?
Or
Might the oldest instinct of the planet
Finally kick in?
Ants and roaches
Know survival
We should know more
Do we?
Categories:
roaches, nature, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Pitter patter on with perfect ambiguity
Knowing only the knolls of the knave
Brave, brave sir, mam, beware
Aristotle to Aristocracy, I dare
Peasants pair and say thou prayers
The dusk-walker approaches
You are now, the forgotten little roaches
Categories:
roaches, angst, people, philosophy,
Form:
Alliteration
I was outraged at the affront.
It was a predictable daily stunt.
So many uninvited guests,
Uninvited guests!
Uninvited guests!
Ridding myself was my test!
Then I got the email:
“I’m a roach. May I encroach?”
Categories:
roaches, funny, humor, hyperbole, insect,
Form:
Epigram
… is a drunkard
Swilling vintage regret,
Tears falling for undared dreams,
Anger spewing over unrequited love.
… is endless replays of yesterdays
With circular insightful wisdom
As likely to reverse life’s ills
As scrubbing dirt off hills.
… is stolen joy in the gloom
Of memory’s moldy greenhouse
Where fancied success blooms, hiding
Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches.
… is a pustulated soul
Hunkering in a mental bunker
Sniveling nose dripping a green past,
Dreaming victory will roar as thunder.
… is Salvador Dali droop
From the fringes of reality
Or a joy until truth
Flushes it to a cesspool.
Categories:
roaches, dark, depression, dream, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
Categories:
roaches, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Free verse
If ever you should get these pest,
You will certainly have no more rest,
For they will soon began to multiply,
faster than grasshoppers or a fly.
Everywhere they will soon be,
Hiding in places you can't see,
Sneaking out at night,
Eating, and then out of sight.
What human wishes them well?
But, pray they all go to hell,
And, no matter how much we spray,
It seems that roaches are here to stay?
Categories:
roaches, nature,
Form:
I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter,
Roaches cloud my conciousness,
Will I get roaches?
Cause once they infest you,
They're like a cancer,
Faces that don't smile,
Friends with deconstructive criticism,
Deconstructing one's sense of self,
As they infest every corner of space,
Friends come by and they see the roaches,
Laughing in derisive cacophony,
And Raid just ain't gonna cut it,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Fox News and Famous Philanderings,
Croud out my rug and kitchen floor,
They manipulate my mindset and keep my healthcare bills deeply hidden behind
brown sugar armies of brown blooded paranoia,
I haven't washed my soul or changed my wineskins,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Weapons of mass destruction, hidden beneath my desire to hide the homeless
under my bed,
Instead of washing them clean with Empathic Clorox,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES!!!
Where are they?
Cause in the light they scatter to dark places,
And the Islands are shrinking.
Categories:
roaches, angst, health,
Form:
Blank verse
Why are theses roaches everywhere?
How did they get here?
Why should I care?
I am a clean person yet still I share with them…
Food, water anything they want
Roaches are everywhere!
Roaches don’t care about kids
Roaches don’t care about economic status
Roaches live within us all
Fighting to survive an impossible fight
Exterminator or not they live!
Nuclear war or not they will live!
Roaches are a lot like me
Inside looking for a place to make their own
A place that finally they can call home.
By: John Cornell
Categories:
roaches, life, mystery, social, care,
Form:
Verse
Poem title: " Unlearn what we learned"
By: Sankara/African Pen
our country was noisy with onslaught sounds/
deefening with gun astounds/
the smoke took over our nose/
and mouth like cigarette smoker
overexpose/
Every phenomena move in opposite/
we later borrowed chicken's brain/
we were obsessed by grain of rice/
we took cigarette and smoked/
our sisters and brothers folk/
The minds were carried away/
by our sisters' beauty/
Our emotions dominance them/
day couldn't wait for night time/
we forcibly ejaculate day and night/
our own eggs were damaged by us/
Respect melted into ice/
ant, insect were tossed off/
the country was flooded/
with tears and unhappiness/
the country's flag colors changed/
white to red/
red changed into breathless animals/
Blue varied to fly /
sitting on lifeless bodies/
streets and brushes kept/
our luggages /
rain welcomed us with wet clothes/
mosquitos and roaches were our neighbors/
Malaria and triggerman kept us/
in perpetual silence/
food cut off speech with stomach/
mom and dad laid down their heads/
in the pool of blood/
rain pulled down from my eyes/
I left alone! I left alone!/
we learned to rudely approach/
forcibly make our little sisters/
wife materials before time/
we careless when the worst/
things are been done/
no respect for each other/
a lot we picked up/
fire ?? was ceased but we still/
live with our lessons/
the society is of no savvy/
statecraft thieving/
poverty embrace our people/
young people dreams to ministers/
directors, doctors, altered into/
zogos, riders and wrongdoers/
they hold their dreams with tears/
the country speedily took reverse gear /
the state is weeping/
State needs transformation/
Unlearn what we learned/
Categories:
roaches, absence, best friend, books,
Form:
Free verse
an intrusion of roaches
dines nightly on rice
i see only by daylight
Categories:
roaches, animal, food,
Form:
Senryu
QUOTE ME BY CHAPTER AND CURSE
No, seriously there are people worse then me, and I’m a lothario and a liar
But then there are bastards who see an empty warehouse and for fun set it afire
I commit crimes and hold people I have pity for as hostage while holding a gun
But stoned cold junkies, unlike me, do horrendous things solely for fun
I knocked down and old lady……………….. cane and f*****g all
Once I had her bread you think I gave a damn that she’d fall?
S**t, I’d rob my grandmother and later on promise her a soft and silken shawl
And listen, when robbing an inhabited home the floorboards will squeak
if you walk but not if you crawl
Turn your back on me b***h, I dare you, and leave that diamond ring right there
By the time you turn back around the diamond is gone and my running footsteps is all you’d hear
Invite your folks over for dinner on Thursday but tell your mom you want to see some jewels
You keep them busy, while I rob them blind because one thing I ain’t is one of those fun-loving fools
What I am saying essentially and I hope effectively is that there are certain people you simply can’t trust
The ones who think havoc is a game, for there are none so blind and ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I’ll climb up a six story building to an apartment because I know there are riches in apartment six “B”
Christ, I’ll beat a man half to death if I want something of his and he doesn’t agree
So look out for the ones who lie like a Lothario and will rob you blind
And you all deserve to be robbed because you’re rich and undoubtedly unkind
While the old lady was dressing I was undressing her closet of gold
And when you stare into my sky blue pink eyes realize you’re missing things that I’ve sold
I’ll wield a sword honed so sharp and a very frightening knife
And believe me my acts of thievery would be rotten and rife
I harm, threaten and rob people and then go home to my wife
She makes a really good pot roast, and knows I could never really take a life
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
roaches, angst, me, old, people,
Form:
Quatrain