Short Hornet Poems
Short Hornet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hornet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hornet by length and keyword.
Did you ever let a hornet
drink some water from your eye
Did you worry it would sting you
You'd go blind and then you'd die.
Savvy wasp hornet killer spray
Feeling good it’s what I bring her.
Squirting a stream so far away
Grandma watch out for the stinger!
However, it may sound different in spanish
like the buzz of an angry hornet
or a thousand swarming behind you
and they suddenly disappear
Teach me now step by step
Like a baby hornet bee
How to think of you
And be the same sane man
Singing the evening song
For you, Like wine benign
The costume of the Green Hornet
Had no red thereon to adorn it
- He cried; he whined
- Oh! How he pined
‘Cause Superman’s the one who had worn it.
5/20/2015
A crazy tether ball playing hornet
Fell on her head over the game’s rope net.
Her mamma said “What?”
She fell on her butt.
Accidentally showing her pink corset.
HARD TO SWALLOW
Last summer I bought an ice cream
But although the taste was supreme
While eating my cornet
I swallowed a hornet
When I think about it I scream
Tom wanted to make a hornet a pelican
And so I wondered just how in the helican!
I forgot that in this town he's "The Man"
So whatever he wants no one can ban
And all have to go along with his plan
Even though it should be tossed in the can!
I am in my outside office mad as a stung hornet.
It has been so long since I have used this computer
I do not know if it is on or off.
I have pushed the on-off button sixteen times.
Too bad I didn’t push it once and rest my fingers
since it is a rocker switch.
Maverick
- man
Legs
- long
Skirts
- sexy
Knickers
- knot
Manners
- misplaced
Breast
- Blossom
Breathe
- bare
Nipple
- Nudge
Heart
- huge
Loins
- looney
Fingers
- Fraught
Penile
- Pulse
Testicle
- Trouble
Horny
- Hornet
*****
- Propeller
Butterfly? Moth? Faerie? Dragonfly?
Bee? Wasp? Hornet? Damselfly?
Lithe and light, gliding quickly by
in and out of flowers insanely high
Termites? Beetles? Honeybees?
They flit and flutter as they please
One has glided off on a northern breeze.
These flying things bring lots of ease.
Looping hieroglyphic attire that dressed the miserly in cloaks of fired up brimming pride so catcher does this seeth beneath the sky, sky blue or frilled for venom, which enraptured the hornet as the serpent spent bills oh? Enough of the price? Is the motherly kind word not my own spoken twice?
There is a stark unfairness in the fabric of our comings and goings.
It stings us like an immortal hornet,
Buzzing about with its pain and anguish,
Convincing us that Jesus is dead and soon we will join him.
There is a stark unfairness in the fabric of our comings and goings.
Oh Lord, come get me soon.
Am I a hornet,
Or am I a bee?
Here is a new sonnet,
I hope you read.
You shook my nest,
And here we come.
Woke us from our rest,
You better run.
You don't know how far,
Until we are there.
That's who we are,
Are you scared?
As your running you can see,
That I am clearly not a bee.
Moth wings come by ...
Batting at the window screen,
To get in, they try and try
Where the light is seen
Afraid of the dark, are you?
Still, I cannot let you near,
No matter what you do
It is things like you I fear
Not that you can hurt me
Like a hornet when she stings,
I just do not want to be ...
Batted by soft, moth wings.
The draw on my wood stove sure seemed depressed,
so outside I must go to start my quest,
but first, I had to get all warmly dressed.
In truth, I’m not sure I’d have ever guessed:
The intake pipe was clogged with hornet nests.
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A Whyquain, consisting of 5 lines of iambic pentameter,
in the form of a monorhyme answering a question
Well, the Hornet Queen who knows who she is, or if
she if, tells, creation that the lines off commutication
is broken at times and the message is wrong, and
they mean no harm if they could just be justice in the
war of the thrones and in the end he well see that they
are well golden and his delight. Its the invention not
them or they or we , me or I
There once was a hornet who tried
To build a strange straw nest inside
As soon as grass was cut
He'd bring to his little hut
To spruce up, but on water he rides
He tried to build his nest inside the curved spout of my plastic watering can. The first time I tried to use it after he started building, I got a shock when he flew out.
Itchy bitsy ouch;
Bug bite Bee stings hornet nest;
Itchy scratchy pest;
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So I fear those bees;
and mosquitoes and hornets;
With a scary mouths,
and rife stingers ticks and flies;
they do buzz, sting and bite I’m frightened;
9/3/21/ 2021©
A Buggy Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
Tanka poetry form only.
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
My love has gone
She's left me alone
Not answering her phone
Not a faint dial tone
She threatened to leave
I didn't want to believe
Her friend named Steve
A heart stealing thief
She branded me impossible
Complaint's of my lifestyle
My bad habits are vile
Dropped me in the single pile
Maybe I dodged a bullet
Her fingers out of my wallet
She's Steve's little hornet
Sting you in a moment
She on her throne of hate for throne green for
her greed of well a Prositude at heart a gift for every
reason, a gifts is all she wants even to predetermine
other womens lifes and their children, a orange fire
of purple she well stand in with a purple moon for
her insane wishes to hurt everyone, a green sun
for her greed a blind greed for the young at heart
and of course blue stars, she saves for no reason
Mad as a hornet
Full of rage
I only sting when I'm cornered
Just leave me in the cage
I have a lot of built up anger
That needs to be let out
I can just put them on the hanger
Or see what this person is really about
I'm not the type to fight
I have many other ways
But I will use my words to bite
That will leave you in a daze
Mad as a hornet
Don't let me be like the police and serve you with a warrent
your sword, my destiny
roaming
the length of my lattice
the punctuation of persistence
amid perseverance
alone you allow
the allure
an acumen of accumulation
resting upon my once dormant domain
thru such,
a window
I
but a reflection
of your moon
living/loving
as one
with the sun
a lover of fortitude and valor
fermenting in your fortress
not allowed to ever be outshone
Fly in the sky, you, giant hornet,
towards the sun, against the wind.
Shine in the light, eccentric comet,
into the dark you`d better fling.
Arrange the show and die in harness,
let here star shower`s hour run.
You – surveyor`s stake in total darkness,
Cosmos is not for sign a bar.
Exhaust yourself in fleeting dancing,
let after all the summer fun,
and rush away, you, cosmic lancer,
to catch up with a falling sun.
Sherry was an old-fashioned valentine’s day cat
She loved sitting on fluffy day beds, cushy and fat.
Her parlor had a floral valentine’s day welcome mat
Gift from her latest amour, a tomcat named Pat
The trouble is that Pat’s sister is more than a bit of a brat.
Peskier than a mosquito, a fly, a hornet, a bee or a gnat.
Even though Pat’s presence made her heart go pitter-pat
She decided to release him due to the antics of sister brat.