Best Tarantula Poems
The tarantula built
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.
That boy didn't know that
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig!
" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.
The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!
My sweet tarantula was a complicated lady
She loved a small hunting spider chigoe chigger Freddie
This was not at all a spider life style
"You must be a cougar once in a while "
Tara listened her face glistened " papa food is ready"
Tara my sweet Tarantula/Limerick/humor-nonsense-fun
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014
Large violet blue wasp with almost uncanny skill
Much bigger and very dangerous tarantula will kill
The sting hard as steel
The final paralyzing blow will deal
The wasp will take spider to the nest
Without stopping for a rest
To put his larva unto tarantula is his grim quest
Spider is still alive before larva it will digest
Violet blue is color of soul
And like that of a reaper is wasp’s role
Is his heart black as coal?
Or is it the need to feed the young out of control
But the wasp knows nothing of the soul
Nature gave him this role
As wasp primitive and automatic is human soul
Including my without justice at all
I can’t even be the killing insect from which enemies will hide
But some things jog my pride
And my pain for lacking fearsome ability will subside
Because before this is over I will have most fundamental justice on my side
WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall.
Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone.
Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!
Form:
I am the prettiest tarantula in the Caribbean Sea
My web is the most intricate of my kind, a cone in a tree.
When I get larger my tummy turns red, and my legs turn purple-green.
Anole lizards are my absolutely favorite cuisine.
Written 8-29-2018 Personification Poem Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Alien Tarantula In NY
According to the news tonight
An 8 legged hairy creature is loose in New York
It is ready to spawn
Spreading the wrong all over the lawn
A Mexican Tarantula escaped with its brood
Run for the hills! The monster is here!
What will we do with so many babies
So many mouths to feed?
What’s wrong with the government? Please!
This is a health care crisis! A mystery! EEK!
Where is the birth control and border patrol?
Don’t tell me a spider has too many legs to cross
She knew the cost when she spread them
I think they should catch her and soon
Put it on a bus
Send it to Texas with other detainees
Process it in accordance to law
I don’t know what else to surmise
Feed it some flies
It could be a spy
Fumigate the neglected rooms of Caleb,
Backing this up with prayers at Mount Horeb
And tomorrow, another ever wavy web
From an irksome zeal that wouldn’t ebb!
Guess: from the Eight – Legged Catcher of Insect
Which dares to its lodge near and inspect.
The Arachnid with a True Architect’s mind
Never by civil engineers judged behind;
Often swiftly replacing their cherished structures
Immodestly pulled down by no-nonsense cleaner:
A painless recreation of the thread-like mixtures,
At long last emerging their destroyer’s winner.
The spider’s masterful labyrinth – a dazzle
The all-time brain-teasing cobweb and puzzle
Its rating on scale, second to The Ant
When it gets busy, still would not pant…
But watch it: A Harbinger of Vexations Nightmare
For the weary one now running the sleeps-race
A sound slumber by ninety percent rare,
If the spider should decide to face a glazed face:
Satan’s snake I saw lose its life to Tarantula
The kingly Spider with a hairiness that is titular.
I will have fried tarantula if you please.
Extra flour and lots of seasoned grease.
You don’t have any?
That’s okay, Minnie.
Cambodia has dishes like these.
Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands ?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
of life.
Up and down you were out of joint,
and your feet were not fastened to the ground.
Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise
from the sullen men
huddled on the floor,
for the sad demise of a grand master.
The green truth was nowhere to be seen.
People are getting down for a feast
to invoke peace for the departed soul.
I am miserable,
cannot blast the fake ceremony.
Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual
for the coronation of a new king.
The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets
and tall turrets.
cannot see the moon clearly at night
I reject the old abstractions
draw the ink from the blood
and paint a tarantula.
Satish Verma
The TS Restaurant was started by two old broads.
They hammered drums outside using lightning rods.
Come one and all! Get your Tarantula soup!
It’ll make your innards happy, it’ll make you poop!
The mayor was upset, he said “it’s not dignified!”
Until his tummy got knotted, and his feces stayed inside.
Now he is outside yelling “Come get your Tarantula soup!”
It has made him more pleasant, now that he can poop.
Slode's new poem: Bug-man
Tarantula
Phantom motion seeking assembled characters
Catatonic semi-demonic the fervent priorities
Damned by honesty and crowned the duke of chill
Something happy
how fast a picnic can run out of stock
On the sale of the green belt on the sails of a pirate ship
A land who said i ll feed you just keep me as your friend
City slumber city
Easy A for the easy way just to not think at all
To wonder where the boundaries begin
Hope you heard that the bug man is in town
So what of electric static i got a fiberglass limousine
No comfort from the tingling pours over the karma of
where you been
The bug man has only a thing
to be a billionaire
Nothing to admire
Nothing worst that artificial intelligence bouquet
The night is mine when I find Saturday
When it was Love
Life couldn't be Less a conspiracy
Dying at the hands of control
Crying inside forever cause someone has taken your soul
More than the jackal more than the fox
They can see nature and go back only to memories when we were young
We have to fight
We have depravity
We have a mixture of the worst behaving there best
Its like no one sees anymore
They walk around like they can't find the door
It sends your head
for a spin
Its a sense of needing a guide makes it critical to survive
The one red nightmare the charm of the day
Only good thoughts make your credence spark
They promised a terror
Werewolf's sorry I only know one
Blood-thirst and dapper done
My tattered jeans wear always true
The warning and questioned purpose
Lie and free us all those to be unchained
Those to be chained,other to the end of misbelieve
Then those who can not pay
Those who just play
While others just want to be
Free from the distortion of the sloppy cheap-ass bass
Written By: D. Collins 11/18/24
Straight off the hairs of a tarantula.
You will see me coming, leaping right at 'cha.
Full fangs in force to dig deep within.
Digging my vengeance all under your skin.
Leaving a venom that makes you melt away.
Slowly incapacitating the next victim of prey.
I lurk in the shadows completely unseen.
Bring you to the gallows. Know what I mean?
We lay low in the cut, 'til it is time to strike.
Put some serious stuff into every bite.
Stand back and watch victims fade away.
Crawl up so they're allowed to see my face.