Locusts Poems - Poems about Locusts

In the old graveled alley, overgrown with weeds, at footfall, locusts sprang and leaped, triggering a riot. But soon their swelling motion subsided like fried popcorn on a skillet. ...

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Soft flimsy red moths settled like starving locusts over brittle straw...

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They left as they came silent, unseen ~ pundits’ forecasts sucked ...

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Only ten shopping days ‘til the locusts arrive What on earth should I buy them I’ve scoured the stores, and what’s more Amazon, Tik-Tok and E-bay But ‘gifts for locusts’ brings up very few items ...

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The locusts are coming They’ll be here soon Turning all greenery black Obliterating the moon Devouring vegetation Causing aggravation Raising a ruckus and din A sorry state the world is in Yet in three weeks...

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In those days, in the wilderness, A man named John was sent. “Heaven’s kingdom is at hand; He calls you to repent! The one Isaiah told about, The one for whom we wait. Prepare a highway for our God; Prepare and make it straight!” Now John wore clothes of camel hair, And locust were his meal. His beard: unkempt. His manner: crude. The Christ: who he...

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the lizard hears the muffled sound of the locusts coming, his drool drips from his mouth and wets the floor, everything is germ or germination. the strong and indifferent sun burns the yellow spikes. how many times do i need to say it will hurt? that this path has so many and such holes? if I suffered all this. if I fell...

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Saša Milivojev - LOCUSTS Black mountains are crumbling The locusts hiss all around Suddenly all is gone The buzzing has harvested it all Gnawed bones Float soaked Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com...

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fooled by deception, bigotry and hate set out to seize the day... totally unaware they would encounter justice...peace...love... erupting from each step along the way they would dare: truth prevails... never fails......

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Conspiring locusts bring us plague, when fewer, good for catching fish, The former more like devil's spawn that human lives impoverish, The lean years seem to bring them out when futures look in doubt, In good times though they lend a hand, help fishermen land trout. It's crowding that's real enemy, lights fuse to 'population's bombs' And fires...

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The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. ...

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A farmer caught two locusts before roasting they cried out “Spare us, farmer. Let’s agree our mandibles are hoes we shall dig your gardens but allow us to eat all weeds our abdomen are tanks of oil domesticate us, live with us cooking oil you will get free smearing oil is there for you only do not touch wings, legs we shall sing, dance for...

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like wayward thoughts, in swirling swarm, dark pestilence from nowhere suddenly descends upon verdant farms, darkening the summer noonday sky; hapless, helpless, whole villages scramble, stumble, trying to fan smoky embers of hastily built bonfires, to stoke torches' failing flames, ah, frantic futility!...

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