Short Webs Poems
Short Webs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Webs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Webs by length and keyword.
glistening snowflake
falling softly in tangles
spiders will catch them
Brian Strand's Haiku Challenge
January 14, 2021
Moments, once held, vanished like spider webs.
Whispers held captive, like tides, too soon ebb.
September 24, 2021
L Milton Hankins
"Your Best Rhyming Couplet" contest
6th Place!
Horror yellows in vaults.
The commonplace
entertains the unspeakable.
We have photographed
every ghastly act.
Pundits endlessly debate
the proverbs
of ancient spiders.
words are...
thought-road norms with
a built-in radar as...
the met-a-four lane-gauge
for under standing bridges...
and the intersections that sent-tense
stans sand
...
lane gauges
when hearts, so old they turn gray
beneath the expressions of faded
tears, spun together through pains
meant to break – but instead
purify and cleanse, penetrate the depths
so doubt turns to faith, reckless to safe
silk threads 5 - 3 - 5 syllable count
spinning wheels silk threads
mourning times
chantilly black lace
silk webs 3 - 5 - 3 word count
times to regret
male spiders spinning silk webs
black widows betray
10 / 18 / 2021.
The spider spins its web
Liers do to
Flies get caught
innocence dose to
See we all end up like the spiders and the flies
some hurt people
others feel and live the pain
wether or not its a web of truth'
or a web of largely made lies
life is all hurt and get hurt
Form:
You find them in early morning
You bless them with the setting sun--
jewel drops on spider's web.
At night, star webs spray light like sun,
sun of a far off world, sun life
spinning a travel foray
that we sip like water,
that we drink like dream food.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
Form:
She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.
Grey, hairy, beady eyes,
Scuttling away, spinning,
Webs of perversion,
Sticky tendrils wrapped,
Around my walls,
Breaching boundaries,
Like Halloween romp,
Long held fears,
Diverse, scary feelers,
Sqirting surface spray,
Their mandibles merge,
Guess we're all human,
But loathe spiders and pimps.....
Returning from the pet store,
A bag of spiders in my hand.
To cast amid my woven webs,
Of choices I don't understand.
The problems I've created,
Turning left instead of right.
I'm hoping these arachnids,
Weave the answers to my plight.
With tireless precision,
Their efforts will now cocoon,
My wasteful indecision.
Enlightenment is coming soon!
Spider long ago abandoned
Flown away and left his home
Sticky mess entangled caught you
Struggle in duress for life
You find yourself a victim
Too invisible formidable
Forces silk like steel designed
The more you struggle deeper still
No longer for a purpose
Lingers death like suffocation
Crucifixion makes a statement
All for mercy will the spider kill
I’ll snare your essence
within the fine filament
of deceptive words
I’ll entrap your heart
within the decadent fibers
of unholy passions
I’ll bind your emotions
within depraved threads
of immoral desires
I’ll leave you devastated
haunted by shameful memories
naked in self-loathing
Welcome to internet romance
the world-wide web of deceit
I’m the spider, you’re the fly
Beautiful webs.
Spidery, and the spiders know everything.
Now they are cobbling cobwebs.
In a basement.
The basement is where there are sounds of leaking and creaking.
Sounds that are not meaningful.
Webbing that used to be like connections and ideas-
That are not meaningful these days.
The webs waver a bit from the draft in this cold place.
The spiders died.
And spiders know nothing.
Webs were in the corners of ever room, laying host to the abandoned chambers that fell in the shadows of permanent decay. Long-standing remained the feast of unwanted affection that stained each walll into the submission of a now collapsing house, brought to ruin from what was absent in those painful hours of grief and rejection, that did nothing more but slowly take away my sanity.
Alfredo Gonzales ©
You can't really understand
Them until you look
A spider's web
In-between two railings
Swinging in the wind
It almost looks like
The strands will rip apart
Barely holding on
By either end
It's almost like the web
Isn't even there
You have to look at it
In the right light
With the right angle
But not everybody
Likes spider webs
So that can be a good thing
Unless they run into it
Unwittingly
Where's the spider?
Shadows like spider webs across the lane
Shape-shifting slowly as the sun drifts
Across oranges of autumn making the hills sing.
I think of waning summer days and
Autumn's chilly nights soon coming,
Calling for warm jackets and scarves,
While the squirrels bed down in their nests
To await the coming of another spring
For scampering in yonder meadow flowering.
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 27, 2021
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
Spiders; spiders everywhere
They are here and they are there
Slowing spinning, a web they weave
Trying to entice and deceive
Many things are caught and not let go
Poor little souls, they just don’t know
For when their caught, they can’t get out
A life is lost without a doubt
Webs are spun throughout life
Only to bring grief and strife
So watch very carefully before you move
Before you know you’re stuck in the groove
So think twice before opening that door
A soul is gone forever more
In a world of concrete highways
All I can do is stand by
And let the wind blow through
The umbrella that I wield too,
Keeps me wishing I was a spider
Instead of human fodder
For a planet full of angry people
Always fighting and making counting rules
The only destination of destiny,
Where once I felt free like a child's glee
Now I watch the passersby
And it makes me cry,
For the spiders home is dewy
If only from rainy days
With just the next meal
As their reason to kneel.