Roaches Poems | Examples

Roaches on a Filthy Countertop

They're everywhere now...
when lights dim in the corners of society
swarming like cock roaches to a filthy countertop...
strutting around on stage in crystal, ego bubbles.
Telling us what to eat- what to wear- how to think
when they're sloppy, unhappy and quite obese.
They tell us how to pursue peace
(when peace is already here) ...
They even tell us how to walk and breathe.
Guaranteeing great wealth and healthy mind
if you follow their step by deceptive steps...
if you sip from their magic fountain of B.S.

The truth is that the only way they've "made it"
was from the blood of our lack of confidence
from the flesh of our insecurities.
Truth of the matter is most of them think 
they've sprouted wings and can hover above the sea.
they think they can upstage and outshine Jesus...
I could care less if I ever hear from them again.

an intrusion of roaches

an intrusion of roaches
dines nightly on rice
i see only by daylight

Sentimentality

… is a drunkard
Swilling vintage regret,
Tears falling for undared dreams, 
Anger spewing over unrequited love.

… is endless replays of yesterdays
With circular insightful wisdom 
As likely to reverse life’s ills
As scrubbing dirt off hills.

… is stolen joy in the gloom
Of memory’s moldy greenhouse
Where fancied success blooms, hiding
Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches.

… is a pustulated soul 
Hunkering in a mental bunker
Sniveling nose dripping a green past,
Dreaming victory will roar as thunder.

… is Salvador Dali droop
From the fringes of reality
Or a joy until truth 
Flushes it to a cesspool.

Invitation

I was outraged at the affront.
                                    It was a predictable daily stunt.
                                       So many uninvited guests,
                                             Uninvited guests!
                                             Uninvited guests!
                                    Ridding myself was my test! 
                                          Then I got the email:
                                    “I’m a roach. May I encroach?”

November Roaches

The garden of plastic signs
only blooms around election time
those two-legged roaches spouting empty words
they don't give a damn about our lives

where were these roaches
on the fourth of July.

I feel like pruning their signs
but it's a felony crime
you can even do time..
but tear down honest Abe
and they'll turn a blind eye.

can't wait for the circus to leave town
the neo-politicians juggling pins of our emotions
big nosed clowns
spitting tear gas in our faces
from plastic flowers
empty vases they are.

can't wait for the two-legged roaches
to crawl back into their dark holes.

and they bark at us to vote..
for what..
a roach?

Chocolate Covered Roaches Yum Yum

I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow. 
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.

Geno's Roaches

On youth's restless green puff
I rode a greyhound bus southbound.
Everything I owned stuffed into one duffel bag.
Forty eight hours on highway x.

It was getting dark so I settled for the first dive I could find.
One room with peeling pink walls
a large painting of a red heart against black
somebody pretending to be Peter Max.

The next night-I popped into "Geno's bar", to watch a football game.
There was a handful of locals-nobody spoke.
I could see cock roaches racing over the hotdogs.
I was young and beyond hungry but settled for the vending machine.
As Geno would reach for a hotdog, the roaches would scurry off.
By the time the dogs reached the counter they were hot, glistening
and roach free. 
Old Geno just smiled as he handed them their roach dogs.  
Then quickly took their money.
It was our dirty little secret, after all I was the new guy and didn't want to cause a stir and bug bomb his patrons.
Geno handed me a free beer just before halftime,
I guzzled it down and left him to his roaches soon after.

Rats Racing Roaches

Rats Racing Roaches


If it's a rat race
Why are all the roaches here
And How many laps

10/17/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.

What Roaches Mean To Me

To catch a critter and insect un like no other not your friendly ladybug or caterpillar no Charlotte webs with a message written  in the middle the presentation of poverty hood gutter black nasty un speakable the shame of inviting somebody over to see one these nasty mother***ers playing ring around the rosey on the top of your cup holder the nastiest shade of brown color with five to ten legs underneath their tin see through shell even raid was like all hell! reach for a dish and all hail a whole family reunion   who want a roomate them   what that says about you your crazy lazy or nasty with no shame and no matter how you explains it you will forever hold this 'l' they run off friends   'f's up shoes corners lives behind stoves refrigerators and bread covers either move or you join them and take over.

Peasants Et Roaches

Pitter patter on with perfect ambiguity 
Knowing only the knolls of the knave
Brave, brave sir, mam, beware
Aristotle to Aristocracy, I dare
Peasants pair and say thou prayers
The dusk-walker approaches
You are now, the forgotten little roaches

I Live Among Roaches

I Live Among Roaches. I see them everyday.
I see them in my home. I see them on the subway.
There's even a few human cockroaches that I have known
and to be honest,
I much more prefer the company of the cockroaches I find in my home.

Roaches Roaches Everywhere!

Why are theses roaches everywhere?
How did they get here?
Why should I care? 
I am a clean person yet still I share with them…
Food, water anything they want
Roaches are everywhere! 
Roaches don’t care about kids
Roaches don’t care about economic status
Roaches live within us all 
Fighting to survive an impossible fight
Exterminator or not they live!
Nuclear war or not they will live!
Roaches are a lot like me
Inside looking for a place to make their own
A place that finally they can call home.

 By: John Cornell

Roaches

I haven't washed my dishes or changed my cat litter,
Roaches cloud my conciousness,
Will I get roaches?
Cause once they infest you,
They're like a cancer,
Faces that don't smile,
Friends with deconstructive criticism,
Deconstructing one's sense of self,
As they infest every corner of space,
Friends come by and they see the roaches,
Laughing in derisive cacophony,
And Raid just ain't gonna cut it,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Fox News and Famous Philanderings,
Croud out my rug and kitchen floor,
They manipulate my mindset and keep my healthcare bills deeply hidden behind 
brown sugar armies of brown blooded paranoia,
I haven't washed my soul or changed my wineskins,
Roaches cloud my consciousness,
Weapons of mass destruction, hidden beneath my desire to hide the homeless 
under my bed,
Instead of washing them clean with Empathic Clorox,
ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES!!!
Where are they?
Cause in the light they scatter to dark places,
And the Islands are shrinking.

Roaches

If ever you should get these pest,
You will certainly have no more rest,
For they will soon began to multiply,
faster than grasshoppers or a fly.

Everywhere they will soon be,
Hiding in places you can't see,
Sneaking out at night,
Eating, and then out of sight.

What human wishes them well?
But, pray they all go to hell,
And, no matter how much we spray,
It seems that roaches are here to stay?

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