Roaches Poems - Poems about Roaches

...(prelude) the buzzing of the evening insects presage evil ! here are black wolves ! here are ghosts and fiends and here are blackest of demons ! and black be the murk ton......Read the rest...

...i don't feel like i belong here ill never get used to this world or maybe this world will never get used to me i was birthed from a generation of misunderstood women screaming in each oth......Read the rest...

..."Wherever women gather together failure is impossible." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, wish I had the skill to draw or paint my vision of her, the woman du......Read the rest...

... We have to scratch and claw through life, ‘til we can chip off a little bit. Then hold on tight with two closed fists, and we must never let go of it. Put it back for a rainy day, and never ......Read the rest...

... There may have been neighborhoods with green lawns, playgrounds, and ballfields a short walk from houses with enough bedrooms for everyone. Houses that stood apart from one another, so owners ......Read the rest...

...The ultimate bug saver is my cousin Clementine. She makes them into friends and helps them dine. Termites have eaten the woodwork off all of her walls. Crickets and roaches follow her to all of he......Read the rest...

...At the end, when time is a skinless finger, drawing thin lines in the dust. You may look at all the once acquired, you might recall all the mislaid. There may be sadness, or a mold-tinged nost......Read the rest...

... "The Depths" From the depths silence. Where are the voices of other women? In that other place, the monsters violate, they take and take bloody all, what ......Read the rest...

... this fool with his drool baby drip spewing bull nobody asked for it ......Read the rest...

...Extremely Fractured Footles. Grose art Faint heart Write poem Rhyme time Compose song Sing along Opening night Stage fright Break leg Superstition Big Audition B......Read the rest...

...I can’t sleep. A poem by him. The days go by like the wind. Though the wind never passes. Wind is a cycle, one that can only be broken by our insolence. I can’t sleep. Not when the evil......Read the rest...

...Hip hop lion does the jazzy mazzy lazzy dance Shaking his petootsie like there are roaches in his pants He has his groove on, and he is not afraid to shine. Other lions cannot dance like this; we ......Read the rest...

...Well it’s one o’clock on a Tuesday The regular crowd wanders in There’s an old broad Sittin’ next to me Wonderin’ which room she’s in She says, “Girl can you join me for bingo? I don’t really......Read the rest...

...On the poor side of the city, there’s an innocent child crying. The rats and roaches are crawling, on the bed where he lies dying. There’s a family of seven, just trying to scrounge a dollar. ......Read the rest...

...It bugs me how breakfast machines keep the roaches warm and I wake ungrateful stuck in this printer getting copied......Read the rest...