Best Spiders Poems
The wind billows the trees with god-forsaken draft,
And rinses the limbs with splashes of rain.
Zephyr's raging bluster brings forth storm's chaotic craft,
Blowing silver threads to new starts again.
Sailing without order, the threads land where they may----
On fence, on plants, on a patio chair.
The small spiders, thus carried, will emerge in a day,
And crawl past your toes to find a choice lair.
A BAG of SPIDERS
I sit alone on the bench
Conversing with each passing breeze
A lone squirrel stops to listen
Its attentive tail mesmerized
There is a web of sunshine about my head
As if it were a bag full of spiders
Rustling in the darkness
Of a web-less mind
Drifting away in sunset’s shadows
©6/6/2023
I’m preparing for this Halloween
But the cobwebs I refuse to clean
My spiders donations
Give some palpitations
Yet I find them rich in protein
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“It’s a terrible love
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy
Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating heart
Stone talons gripping in happy malice, silently angry by its pulse it cannot feel…
The longer I stare into the hollow sockets seeing only ugliness,
The easier it becomes to break into pieces over the mere thought of you
I thought it was a dull beat- a throbbing, fading beat disappearing into the night…
Though your image, once so grainy, is becoming clearer and clearer in the fogs of my consciousness
I thought it was just a dull, callous beat…
But the more it throbs against the stone, the more the stone cracks
The more the demon cries in anguish…the more I fall
So deeply in love have I become,
I can barely breathe in this misty embrace
The suspense of your blows make my innards whimper…make my mind shiver
My tearful eyes cry for your assurance
My body changes through the peeks of your light
It is all a joke!
This is all pathetic, low, meaningless!
Surely these claws over this heart do not exist
Holding onto nothing but dead spiders who once weaved miracles
Dust and spider legs….spider eyes…they had seen so much…felt so much with their prickly appendages
Through a lovely peephole beyond the three stoned fingers…
I see the entire world where they must have crawled
A world holding you…
If only I could hold you too…
Something tells me I would never let go if I had the chance
Something tells me I would crush you
I would turn you into dust and spider legs…
And yes, as all demons enjoy, I would lose you
In the grip of the three stoned fingers
Unless…
You were that heart I thought I had seen…
The heart that continued to beat long after it was ripped out
The clenched heart that throbbed despite its crushing cage
The very heart that bled and bled for no body and all for the sake of love
Beating and beating, cracking those frigid fingers
Into dust…
And all of the fallen limbless creatures would gather round…
And they would tell me… “He lives yet still…”
Weaving in their webs the very bloods and salts you pumped
Within me…and beyond me
Dead spiders weave and weave and weave…
And unlike human hearts, their ideas never tire
Lord, we are so grateful fer the gracious bounty of Yer Creation!
But there are some things You created that cause us some vexation.
We appreciate that You've given us ice cream, bagels 'n' strawberry shakes,
But was it vital that You created mo'skeeters, spiders 'n' snakes?
Thank You fer the sun, the stars 'n' fer the moon glow in the sky,
The butterflies, hummin' birds, finches 'n' eagles soarin' high.
We savor Yer celery, okra, spinach, brussel sprouts 'n' Bermooda onions,
But Lord, was it really necessary to plague us with fleas 'n' scorpions?
We want You to know how much we cherish the beauty of Yer lakes 'n' rills,
Majestic mountains, waterfalls, forests 'n' the verdant land the farmer tills.
Thank you fer the lowly chicken that provides eggs, thighs 'n' gizzards,
But Lord, of what redeeming value are gila monsters 'n' Komodo lizards?
How we enjoy the apples peaches, cherries 'n' oranges from Yer trees,
Salami, pizza, ravioli, rocky mountain oysters 'n' delicious cottage cheese.
We thank You fer the companionship of our puppies 'n' inscrutable cats,
But Lord, we could do without the porkypines 'n' pesky mice and rats!
Thank you fer Yer fauna, the lions, hyenas, rhinos, hippos 'n' little fawns,
Fer Yer life sustainin' rain 'n' the pearly dew that graces roses at dawns.
We're grateful fer hogs that give us hams 'n' fer cattle that give us steaks,
But Lord, is there any reason fer creatin' mo'skeeters, spiders 'n' snakes?
A bag of Spiders
Today, a special delivery came,
Spiders in a bag, a new game.
Open with caution, it warns,
If you are careless, they will swarm.
This writer is a fighter
And will not be bit by a spider.
I follow the instructions to a tee,
Soon they are free and looking at me.
I invited my friends to play,
I waited in anticipation for what they would say.
We four gathered around the table,
Mustering as much courage as we were able.
I took the dice and rolled,
The spiders took off randomly and uncontrolled.
A second roll of the dice
And they began to play nice.
Finished the game, coming in first,
Being sore losers, my friends disbursed.
Disgusting could be a weaker word to express the scene,
Nauseating and stomach-churning the locus has been;
Sliding, slithering, groveling, crouching, crawling, creeping,
Filling, feeling, and falling they were seeping and sleeping...!
Crab, lynx, silk, orb, ogre... varieties were within,
Specimen of many species, yet, resembled akin;
Weaving webs and entwining each other they pulled, and pushed,
Weighing and wheeling their bodies across they looked ambushed...!
Shooting silk out of their abdomen, they preyed on insects,
Powerful they all seemed as though with venomous effects;
The patience and persistence they practice can be adored,
Midst their ugliness their role in the world can't be ignored...!!!
03 June 2023
Bag of Spiders Poetry Contest
Bag of Spiders Poetry Contest
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees
Are problematic when you work on your knees
While mosquitoes and gnats vex during your leisure
Insects have a way of interrupting our pleasure.
I try to respect insects for us they outnumber
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
They seriously interrupt my outdoor slumber
Some are especially bad in the hot summer.
I will admit that I absolutely detest flies,
Especially when they enter my pristine kitchen
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees,
I break out pesticides I’m not supposed to mention.
My screens do a great job of keeping them out
Let them live outside in my sycamore trees
But leave me alone when I am out and about,
Spiders, ants, and all kinds of bees.
[a Quatern]
written January 16, 2022
especially for "Insects Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Angela Tune
Weaving silver threads
Catching moon beams in their webs.
Diligent Spiders.
Spiders and I have a deal,
They don't come near me and I won't squeal.
But sometimes they forget,
Then I get upset,
And I squeal cause they broke our deal!
8/2/13
SPIDERS
watch your step
when the widow comes along
she with a reddish hour glass
if you’re bit
time could run out
at furthest limits
of what god assigns infinity
his patient spider
is star-spinning
star-spinning away
Dave Austin
The woman who dreamt of a spider
Awoke to find it inside her
With a scream and a yell
she thought, " oh! what the hell"
Eight hands, oh my! what a provider
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I Hate Spiders!
I hate spiders!
They make me shake, they make me quiver
unhinged panic they deliver,
of all the insects, they’re the worst
with arachnophobia I’m cursed.
Whether they are huge or small
it matters not, I hate them all,
if one on the wall, I see,
a battle forms it’s it or me.
Where they go they make no noise,
so with a shoe I’m always poised,
born with no appealing features,
horrid, ugly, disgusting creatures.
They move with speed that’s unsurpassed,
eight legs can motor pretty fast,
my first anxiety and fear,
I wish they’d all just disappear, cause
I HATE SPIDERS!
June 21, 2016
~Spiders~
(Butterfly)
They are arachnid
have two body parts
and eight legs
some have
venom
some kill
humans but
most catch insects
in a web of silk
Change little but size
spiders build webs
folks fears them
they are
many
and some
are well known
most black widows
kill male when mating
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
October.17.2017
~Authors notes:
The "Butterfly" is a poetry style or form created by Michael Degenhardt.
With spiders
The snail runs with the
Wrong crowd