Short Crawly Poems
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Tutelary deity
Much too poncey
A cat perhaps
Yes by preference
Oh a dog
But they smell so much
Niggets or creepy crawly things no
No Succubus a seduction in my sleep
Form:
Its creepy
Its crawly
It lives in unexpected places
On bread
in showers
Even on rock towers
Beware,beware
of this scary scary thing
You never know where it could be.
It's MOLD!
Form:
If someone admits to feeling “peely-wally”
It's a Scottish term meaning unwell and crawly
Just stay tuned
I'm really festooned
With tidbits of stuff both inspiring and laudatory
Crawly things
can make me cringe,
pull back;
stop in my tracks:
and start to panic.
Among them:
spiders,
scorpions
and snakes,
are critters
that I fear.
They give me goosebumps:
and my neck hairs stand straight
up:
if I but glimpse one.
yes mein friend
i like the muddled wasp
to only feel the spinning
whirling breathing
that the buzzing fiend sure sculled
to breathe and steam routine
around sullied crawly roads
constructing measure
as my paper takes off
yes mein friend
i like the idea
of being like the wasp
unseen in forests
creepy crawly things slither. . .
inhabiting night
miles from the black woods
bolder creatures (upright) flit. . .
whooping in the streets
woods seem eerier
towns' garish beasts seem wilder. . .
and strangeness prevails
For Linda Marie's Halloween Haiku Contest
Roly poly armor plated,
Clumsy gated beast.
Looking for a juicy worm,
A creepy, crawly feast.
Sleeping mostly through the day,
Prowling at night,
seeming quiet, docile, shy,
He can put up a fight.
Not a trouble maker,
It's just his lot in life.
He does his best not to be seen.
He's trying to survive.
I am fine
I will survive
After every time
I live, I will get mad
At you sometimes
You do mind,
I don't get your kind
I will find,
Another way to get signed
To find some other way
To not be in your day
Crawly to find other ways
To be no-where to be found
Running with unsound like a ninja unbound.
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Critters,
Yucky, icky,
Creepy, crawly, nasty,
Scuzzy, slimy, oozy, therefore,
Many!
*Traditional Cinquain
1st line - 1 word, 2nd line - 2 words, 3rd line - 3 words,
4th line - 4 words, 5th line - 1 word
2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
First line - title, last line - connects title.
Darkness
Fills the cocoon
Forming transformation
Designing a sleeping-beauty
Rebirth.
Uncloaking nature's mastery
From crawly wooly worm
Glides butterfly
Brilliance.
April 28, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Judged: 05/14/2020
A stink bug has landed on my lips.
I am in and of the grass,
laying down
a living foundation.
Out of nowhere,
I think of my mother
and her hot Irish temper.
I swipe the oval brown insect away,
cursing all the irritating, and crawly,
then I doze.
I am a raised earthwork,
a forgiving quietude under the sun -
thank you mum.
Roly poly armour plated,
Clumsy gaited beast.
Looking for a juicy worm,
A creepy, crawly feast.
Sleeping mostly through the day,
And prowling at night,
Seeming quiet, docile, shy,
He can put up a fight.
Not a trouble maker.
It's just his lot in life.
He does his best not to be seen,
He's tryng to survive.
Judy Ball
There’s a fungus among us
It’s funky no doubt.
It’s creepy, it’s crawly
and I’m quite put out.
Tennis shoes, Gym shoes,
Golf and football cleats.
Snow shoes, walking shoes,
rain shoes and sleets
Running shoes, Sunday shoes
Bedroom shoes galore
All strung out and stinky
In your room on the floor
© Mar 11 2010 Charles Henderson
Looked up into the night sky
And I saw you falling
Then in the distance I watched you
Ever so slowly crawling to me
Sitting here I watched the sun rise
And I heard you calling
A sweet sensation rushes over me
Ever so slowly churning my insides
Looked out into the evening
And I saw you yearning
Floating to me like a spirit I once knew
Ever so slowly dancing to me
We've got flowers and trees and Bees that sting
and quite a few other creepy crawly things,
We got rocks and weeds,a little waterfall,
And a nice place to sit and view it all.
Am I homesick for England? Not one bit,
I'm here until God says it's time to quit!
© Dave Timperley April 2015
Creepy Crawly Things
Big eyes crying in the dust
May you not slither and bust
Those green creepy crawly things
Might prance unto you and sting
Seeing all those creepy critters
Might or even make you shivers
Was out cutting lawn saw big eyes
Now I’m telling you this is not lies
Those big creepy crawly things
Just might attack and give many stings.
Written: Aug. 16, 2015
Humming-Bird
Creepy crawly spider webs
Ghost and goblins in their head
Beware the night so full of dread
Apple bobbing, candy corn
Jack o lanterns light the way
Children so excited as they beg
To be delighted, but now
It’s time to go to bed;
And dream of all that they have done
They dream of ghosts and goblins
And the witches they have seen
And they’ll dream of trick or treating
On this Happy Halloween
You can't pizazz good poetry
It's more of a creepy, crawly thing.
How do you like my alliteration?
Stop snorting, good golly
(prescribing popcorn pureed in petulance)
okay, at least I tried... truly ;)
ps, am not into popularity.
just jivin.
don't dawdle
or drivel or drink much or dribble or
worry
stream of consciousness....
Ms. Mills taught me that
seems surreptitious to stop suddenly.
So I shall.
Fear is a strong feeling for me, an emotion I despise
It is sometimes debilitating to me at times, I have surmised
Spiders, heights, creepy crawly bugs, diseases I may get
I am fearful of failure, not giving my all, having regrets
I fear being alone, dying alone, wasting away in a nursing home
I fear the afterlife and ponder if I will go to another realm to roam
2/10/19
Submitted on 5/27/19 for the Truth Poetry Contest, sponsored by Anthony Slausin.