Short Wasps Poems
Short Wasps Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wasps by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wasps by length and keyword.
Many yellow wasps
Attacked my younger brother
When he was busy
In trimming a branch of tree
Where they built their little hive!
dry lavender blooms
pruning season underway...
painful paper-wasp
09.02.21
A gentle droning fills the officers’ club
Here come the wasps, someone says
A silence fills where conversations were
Some of the officers walk to the windows
To gawk at the new WASPS
In luring us, alone
Through each bright tone
Do hang them, if by looks, of
More dazzling worth
For apricot, calcite.
Grape, rubellite.
Our wasps' gorging perspective!
No mouth-eyed dearth!
jostling in the garden
bees and wasps compete
for the flower's favours
perched on a petal
butterfly uncoils its tube
then injects the flower
a gust of wind
the dried leaf leaps up
and dances in the air
beautiful garden attracts flying beasts
butterflies, dragonflies, luna moths
Some of them spill onto the porch
Where they nest inside the wood
railings are dangerous
deep inside are perched
flower loving
mud dabbers
hornets
wasps
What a snazzy dinner jacket you have Mr. Wasp.
He was flattered I think, this powerful boss.
Men are rarely confident enough to wear flowers I said.
And your amazing vest is striped, black, yellow and red.
You are dapper and distinguished I told the insect.
He was ready for white gloves, and a gentle inspect.
Hornets came flying in from all directions
Skidding to a stop, showing no kinds of affections.
They filled the kitchen, they filled the hall.
The wasps joined them and had a ball.
The mud daubers heard and tried to crash.
Which was truly pushy and rather rash.
A fight ensued, they stung each other almost to death.
I heard this account from my curious cousin Beth.
Skinny miniature dive bombers commandeered my porch today.
Their command center is in the hollows of my porch’s railings.
I watch them wasp-stepping in formation
around on a tiny wooden table that holds two cans of wasp spray.
Now they are parading around the side of one of the green spray cans.
Taunting me with their arrogance.
Between the front door and me.
Wasps five. Me zero.
The wasps are back
in full force
commandeering my porch
They do this yearly
They buzz my ears
terrorizing me
trying to chase me back into the house
so they can have the porch for themselves
I paid for the porch
not completely, but I am still paying for it.
not the wasps
I look at the can of wasp spray
which two of the wasps are examining
One on each side
They are possibly
much more intelligent than I.
On the lush meadow
Serene ostrichs rest
Towering it with vigilance
Rheas they seem from distance
Indulging in sweet silence
Counting evey single chick
Huddled under their wide wings
Abdicating as everyone learns survival
Nurturing them with keenness
Demolishing parental worries
Warning them of stinging wasps
Always looking for new victims
Surrounding them with loud buzzing
Pugnacious and vicious as bulldogs
slayers they surely are