Short Cicadas Poems
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underground secrets
suppressed for seventeen years
no wonder they're loud
written June 2, 2018
Magicicada by Maureen McGreavy
Cicadas screeching
frenziedly to spread their genes...
seventeen-year wait
Sandra M. Haight
humid Summer heat
with twittering leaves, boughs and
plague of cicadas
8/5/2022
Bite Size Poem no50
Sponsor:Line Gauthier
one glass of cold beer
my old oak porch swing creaking
loud cicadas sing
fabulous twilight appears
just sitting here in the heat.
hordes emerge from ground
time for piercing mating call
unique cicadas
May 27, 2018, entered in Maureen McGreavy's Magicicada Contest
I didn't know
some ants had wings
or cicadas burrowed their way
out of the soil
and out of their skin
on their way to become
the big winged creature
who sings.
Those cicadas sing
Love songs, their hearts overflow
With joy for short time
Humans are fill with deep fear
Facing death after many, many years
floating white puffed clouds
fire tinged sunset's final glow
cicadas chorus
Copyright, September 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
cicadas grow old
their voices fading softly
autumn approaches
Softly, one grey spider weaves
underneath the heart-shaped leaves.
Upside-down, cicadas cling.
All the day they loudly sing.
I stand still beneath them all.
They are little. I am small.
The cicadas proliferate habits
Are akin to promiscuous rabbits
They have infested the land
And its gittin' outta hand
They should observe the pledges of abbots
Written: July 20, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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cicadas cry out
the green leaves burn into gold—
time consumes itself
nonstop cicadas chirp
cloudy moonlit night
summoning rain to dry land
Cicada chirps
Cold soda pop slurps
Summertime is in the air.
Chasing fireflies at night
Honey bees in flight
Summertime is in the air.
Front porch talks
Beach-combing walks
Summertime is in the air.
warm breath of summer
golden blossoms take to wing
fireflies flit in fields
on seasonal breeze
cicadas chorus in song
ice tea on porch swing
6/25/2020
Summer Haiku Poetry
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
"Let your eyes and mind wander
And the the burden that you carry be lifted from
And shrink into nothing
If only for a while
Be calm
Be still
Listen to the cicadas and the crickets chirp
And free your shoulders from the weight"
cicadas’ chitter
tom cats mating calls shriek shrill
tree frogs click ribbit
barn owls screech their kills
house bats wings slice humid air
mosquitoes sizzle
men croon lullaby’s
coyotes bay at the moon
earths’ breath moves, self sighs
haiku ~ serenade
cricket choruses
cicadas chanting chansons
summer serenade
Summer nights are a symphony of sounds - crickets, cicadas, bullfrogs, mocking birds - a lullaby of soothing song. I look forward to this symphony every year.
8-4-20
Cicadas burst forth into song. Why did they not decompose
seventeen years underground?
How much knowledge, right or wrong, does God choose not to disclose?
God’s servant, Job finally found...
When life's negatives develop, it is Truth which they expose.
Your sudden dome, like purple popcorn,
erupts as crochet-baubles:
Nanna-graffiti in a tree.
Underneath, dizzy bees stagger
in your fallen floral wealth.
Jacaranda on a spree: you herald heat,
cicadas, and thunderstorms
that will trash your lavish treasure.
The moon hangs like a giant orb in the sky,
so the Morepork ends his plaintif cry.
As the new day begins,
cicadas begin their incessant din.
The rising sun turns the tree tops to a golden green,
It is dawn, truly a beautiful scene.
The Morepork is a New Zealand native owl.
the night is screaming
cicadas- i am ravaged
by moths fluttering,
so savage-
'we are one' i am
muttering, you me &
the sun- in this all
together. spirit is:
severe weather warning
- together we wake,
our breath is morning,
beckoning- come hither-
our lives you will take.
clever clouds
chase
cunning clarinets
curious cats
collect
cacophonous cicadas
colorful candles
captivate
cavalier crowds
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cavalier crowds
captivate
colorful candles
cacophonous cicadas
collect
curious cats
cunning clarinets
chase
clever clouds
Love is a code word
Sun is setting moon sneaks in
Droning Cicadas
Girl is silent oozing silk
Musky smell she opens heaven
When we were young
Summer stretched
In brilliant splendor
As the last school bell tolled
We spilled forth from
School marm’s arms
And greeted freedom
In the jeweled waters
of beach and stream
With picnics, sunburns
And warm summer nights
In tents
Listening drowsily to the cicadas song