Crickets Poems - Poems about Crickets

... I do mind it but it is getting easier to be in economy when my mind tells me I deserve first class. The careful management of available resources has somewhat dimmed but with manageable. My l......Read More

...An orthopteran, otherwise none as a cricket, is a small to medium-sized insect with a mostly cylindrical, somewhat vertically flattened body. Crickets can be found all over the world from grasslands,......Read More

...This is what winter brings. Depressions vines climbing its way back across the mind. Fleetingly vamping across acres of its inner shell. Cutting all the warmth that was once held within. Freezing......Read More

...September—mixture of crickets, crows, retrospects autumn breeze whispers......Read More

...Birds bedded down. The cool air circulates. Whispers of crickets. The black noise hushes. Yawns give way to tears - the ducts erupting. An autumnal wave crashes over me. It’s obvious ......Read More

...Written on 23 September 2023 For: Seven Ten Poetry Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet ......Read More

...Midnight, black sky Moon shines, A bright light, Shows the route back home Mighty winds, Make hedges dance Crickets scream Rivers, silent Rodents sleep Cold breezes, Flower buds, Shive......Read More

...Bugs to flour plants to wheat you eat your bugs I will eat wheat flour you watch the crickets I will watch wind blow sheaves You spend millions on a bug factory but cannot spend it on health c......Read More

...Broken pottery  with  verses that carry screams leather than sounds of melody makes my heart heavy with sorrow try to change the tune but the always find a way to make echos in the hil......Read More

...As I struggled in the dark lane at dawn With noisy crickets giving rhythms in my trance I recalled myself, 'a diamond among the sea of glass' Who once sat on a winning lottery But my gigantic hun......Read More

...It was cold now. The joy in the air that one thinks of when they hear, “Summer”, seemed to have gone away long ago. But it was not dead yet. And it would not die without first saying goodbye. It......Read More

...Just the same song, over and over. So that the music is just sounds, and people who are part of those sounds, And soon, I am part of the cycle of sounds. When the song would stop, I would......Read More

...If you were night, you’d have no words, but the four winds would be your voice If you were night, you’d hear gentle words whispered by lovers nestled in the darkness of your wings If you were night......Read More

...It was in the month of December, evening. My sister and I came back from the paddy fields The noon day sun disappeared for sleeping. Farmers unt......Read More

... In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude ......Read More