Bugs Poems - Poems about Bugs

... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......Read the rest...

...Day One The bomb when it fell sent the planet to hell With unrestrained retaliation The damage was done and the end had begun With no hope of human salvation I woke with a scream fr......Read the rest...

...Mother of us all Powerhouse of all life Goddess of the gods She is the Bird of birds The Beast of beasts The Fish of fish The Amphibian of amphibians The Reptile of reptiles The Bug of......Read the rest...

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...homemade jar night lightning bugs flicker all night till morning light shine......Read the rest...

...You say you caught a miserable cold, child, And mother won’t let you play? “When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows” Is just the tale for you today! The silent meadow comes alive at dawn With ......Read the rest...

...so little white bugs sap soaking up suck green leaves mealybug plants bugs......Read the rest...

...Brush off your ant bites. Blind eye the hornets sting. Gone so long with ways of violence. Creatures having done nothing wrong. But it’s fine “they aren’t important”. Legs or wings or hair y......Read the rest...

...Oh the fallen tree No one heard about Striped of bark Laying naked on the ground Lots of bugs crawling about Close your eyes Feel the heat Across your chin ......Read the rest...

...With a quick competitive descent, Darling Daffy and his feisty duels; No sportsmanship? He turns violent; He’s a stickler for all of the rules; Makes no difference if it’s a giraffe or Bugs B......Read the rest...

... I am losing the war against myself Who I am vs who I am supposed to be against what I am It exhausting when your opponent is a fighter Its exhausting fighting the mirror Cuts and bruises un......Read the rest...

...Swinging on the colorful rainbow swing, a cute angel preening its delicate wing; Singing the mystical rhythms of Earth, she listed the affluence of earth and it's worth. Hues of ......Read the rest...

...It's been a long time since the cicadas rumbled. History books say 'twas eighteen hundred and three When war struck the trees where bees sometimes bumbled. The seventeen and thirteen boys couldn......Read the rest...

...Then: The sun rises. My world is small. Everything has yet to happen. One day, I'll go to school and learn important things - Like my brothers - I wish I was a year older. I wonder, "who am......Read the rest...

...A brand new day A brand new you Thinking of something I want to do I visit a place of ages Where voices speak to me New voices and voices so Old the breath they Ride on is architecture A......Read the rest...