Roaches Poems - Poems about Roaches

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

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… 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...

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I was outraged at the affront. It was a predictable daily stunt. ...

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Poem title: " Unlearn what we learned" By: Sankara/African Pen our country was noisy with onslaught sounds/ deefening with gun astounds/ the smoke took over our nose/ and mouth like cigarette smoker overexpose/ Every phenomena move in opposite/ we later borrowed chicken's brain/ we were obsessed by grain of rice/ we took cigarette and smoked/ our sisters and brothers folk/ The minds were carried away/ by our...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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Ants and Roaches How often the question How often the ignoring How often the reality That as a species We live lives According to someone else’s purpose Perhaps Too many move through life Embracing factotum Embracing servile doctrine Pushing religion Obsessing scholastic attainment Conquering career lures While forgetting Fulfillment eludes man-made designs Reliant instead on discovery The inner being transparent Many hold We ignore our divine destiny To Be Such a quandary This idea of Being Thinking...

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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...

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QUOTE ME BY CHAPTER AND CURSE No, seriously there are people worse then me, and I’m a lothario and a liar But then there are bastards who see an empty warehouse and for fun set it afire I commit crimes and hold people I have pity for as hostage while holding a gun But stoned cold junkies, unlike me,...

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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....

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It's now a month later. An invitation is sent to me; turning it down I reply, "Over my dead body!" He tells me the roaches are gone because he called the exterminator. I tell him, "Fine then I will see you a little later. I arrived to his house. He hands me a beer. "The...

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I went to a friend's house just the other day. And man, I tell you that place I would not rather stay. The roaches are bad; they take over the place. Let me tell you the story...it all happened this way. When it was time to eat, I looked around and what the hell! This place seemed to be...

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