Bug Poems - Poems about Bug

...Mayfly ——————————————————————— A mayfly landed on my arm today, It investigated the old scars that cover me And asked “for what reason?”. I was unsure how to reply, So I just stared longing......Read More

...Small, sleek and it looks slippery And seems to have fish scales. Always it is in a hurry And has three bristly tails. You’ll see it playing hide and seek Along the skirting board......Read More

...Sticky Stinky. Like an old ugly deplumed chicken, He! Set out few sticky stinky eggs in seven years. The last one was in the last year. Sticky stinky, but big. She was proud of it Making big ......Read More

... I see and feel things I've never seen and felt before. Ever been arrested by a cactus blossom? I'd never seen yellow as beautiful. Ever been touched by the presence of a sunrise? Or felt the aw......Read More

...light leaks over craggy red peaks and seeps through the single glazed a slinky silhouette spins a pirouette mews stretches and presses into the the window pane gooey foggy a......Read More

... Tigers slowly prowl into extinction. The last rare undiscovered, unnamed bug dies - a million years of conscious gravity departs for other realms. Energy shifts, it is more volatile......Read More

...Pat the potato just sat in the ground Wondering if he would ever be found He couldn’t see anything there in the earth So spent his days praying for all he was worth Then the ground heaved as a ......Read More

...Elongated cricket did a two-step dance He had learned in the south of France He is dapper and distinguished my cousin said. I rolled my green eyes to the back of my head. He’s a cricket! A bug,......Read More

...At the crossroads The bald old man With his gray stricken beards Caressed his antiquated flute Perching on his cracked dehydrated lips With his spindly fingers As he nonchalantly reeled out his......Read More

... The fork pitch you use to stab All your friends with in the back Is as sharp and torturous As actions your so notorious For displaying with two faced grins Evil lurks under your skin That is ......Read More

... I am now "away from the noise,"   my fruit gum I am chewing.   Sitting here wondering what the boys,   could be doing.   ......Read More

...An old Indian Beech tree stands tall Madly waits for October’s call Warts discolored her all along ‘I will shed my leaves’ is her song. Happy ants march all over trunk At her foot they have ma......Read More

...A creative process disguised as a French Bulldog has pooped in my mind-pot, where I was complacently growing small obscure weeds. Muse me, or abuse me you poetry bug, if you are a stinkbug, I......Read More

...Both of my daughters have married and moved on both now have lives and homes of their own both their “old” bedrooms now empty of them their laughter and music still harbour their pr......Read More

...marvelous creatures beauty formed in a small bug as it climbs window......Read More