Best Web Poems

“Wicked Web of Woes” 

Is there a reason
to rhyme when 
lifeless fingers
breathe toxic agony,
whilst disgraced 
quill suffocates
from wildering 
riddles swerving to
the stillness 
of calcified air? 
As today, my heart 
keeps pacing,
searching for a 
symphony of serenity-
amid wayward clemency,
and when the first star 
of the evening...

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filigree shimmers
sunlit dewdrop tiara
graces summer rose...

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Little bright coloured flowers flowing everywhere,
I don't know their names but their aroma fills the air.

Softly swaying as they bend in the summer's breeze,
How I love them so because I'm easy to please.

Life itself is often missed in a blink of the eye,
Not many take...

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heaven sent crystals
glistening on silken threads 
dawn is just breaking

28th August 2015...

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Between a flowering hedge
and garden path illuminator,
an ancient ritual unfolds.
In motion,  her fascinating legs
are silver lit and busy as they knit 
a geometric circle.

Perfect, concentric as she navigates
in  the half light, it glows unfolding
from her orb, ready to be touched
by morning dew.
Circular, suspended...

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Hidden high in a corner, out of reach
listening to all your whispered speech,
along with my maker, hanging around
watching time pass until I'm found,
and brushed away by your broom
only to appear again in another room,
here to stay, I like this old place
just think of me as...

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You have spun a careful web of lies.
Lying in disguise.
It’s made smooth as silk,
sparkling before my very eyes.

You whispered to me, spoke my name, 
enticing me to follow.
Luring me into the silken web.
Its tendrils of soft silk, wrapping around me.
Caressing me into its self.

You wound...

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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...

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An absent spider 
left a tattered web to blow
in rosemary spines.
An ancient silk ruin hangs
in memory of the past,

of disappeared life,
just as the spines turn brittle
to die in summer's
heat and tell a tale of woe
from a once vibrant garden.

The drought is now past,
but the damage...

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Wood Wide Web

Entwined beneath our feet
Is a world so discrete

A society laughing and crying
Families living and dying

Sharing all that sustains,
Life coursing through their veins 

Touching, feeling and connecting 
Existing, surviving and protecting 

They feel when neighbors are hurt
The air for them is the dirt

They're roots...

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The spider webs
in the middle
of two black steel bars
of a vacant porch
of the early part of the day.
The black woman travel 
on foot to watch the spider's web.
The male rapist see the black woman
on the vacant porch and seize her body.
The spider notice the black...

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a dizain

Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will...

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A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.

Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.

The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick...

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Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos 
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose 
Icebergs splitting from their source 
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest...

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Mornings are magic in the garden.

Awakening plants open up slowly to the new day. As sunlight comes creeping over the horizon, touching sleeping leaves with gold, dewdrops are drenching the new spring growth. The light shows every spiderweb’s gossamer woven structure, with glittering diamonds hanging...

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