Slugs Poems - Poems about Slugs

Jill and Lucille

Jill and Lucille are two very hungry slugs
They often dine out at their local garden food hubs. 
Lettuce, flowers, fruits, sunflowers and beans
These are a few choices from these veggie canteens.

Some clues are noticed from a gardeners view
Slugs are not clever, they often leave one big clue.
Slime trails are generally very clear to see 
When

Categories: slugs, friend, nature, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme

Glutton of Cost

eating again, glutton of cost
he crawled to embrace
the concept of everything, all
hugged to a chest spilling,
kissing vacuous stomach
slid up the slender flesh,
saliva made slugs
a viscous downpour of greed
it could only emanate from he
the glutton of cost
he gnawed at the presence of
all that is near
nothing was sacred in 
the space placed between his ears
it is capsized

Categories: slugs, corruption, gothic, horror, imagination,
Form: Rhyme

Death By 5 In the Kitchen

Death by 5… in the Kitchen
 or, A Bottle Garden No One Expected 

Perched on an oak table, there rests an opulent and ornate glass bijou bottle,
a growing collection of nature’s organic jade.

But hidden below the green finery, concealed from a mushroom nursery,
there develops a frightful opalescence enclave.

A clutch of ravenous slugs of horror are

Categories: slugs, garden,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Even Slugs Need Hugs - Nursery Rhyme

It seems I was stuffed with some wool and some foam
And then I was sent to this ‘in between’ home
My purpose is now to give heartstrings a tug
Alas that’s not easy… because I’m a slug

I feel like I’ve been here forever and ever
For I don’t recall being sewn together
I didn’t get long to hang out

Categories: slugs, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme

Slimy Slugs

there once was a slimy slug
but was quite a handsome bug
always left a gooey trail
and always did prevail
to get girl slug bug hugs

Categories: slugs, animal,
Form: Limerick

Three Slugs

Three slugs having sex
I self-depricate myself
In a sticks and mud deformed ceiling-less shack.

Categories: slugs, allusion, home, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Dream Series: My Vegetable Garden

Last night I dreamed I was weeding my vegetable garden in the Drive-in theater, while people wandered back and forth from snack bar to their cars.

While pulling weeds, I saw a banana slug and was about to squish it when I realized it had legs. It was an eight foot monitor lizard! I chased it

Categories: slugs, animal, dog, dream, food,
Form: Prose Poetry

Do Slugs Ever Suffer From Gas

DO SLUGS EVER SUFFER FROM GAS
Do slugs, I ever wonder suffer from gasAfter having a munch within the cabbage patchBut just in case one blows and ends up flying pastDo your darn hardest not at it to laugh . . . ; )
Indiana Shaw . . .

Categories: slugs, children, funny, wind,
Form: Rhyme

Slugs Have 4 Noses

.
slugs have four noses or so it is said
and a pig cannot see the blue sky overhead
 .
birds cannot pee and worms eat their own poo
and a crocodile can’t poke it’s tongue out at you
 .
Kangaroos cannot jump if you lift up their tail
and a small child could swim through the veins of a whale

Categories: slugs, children,
Form: Quatrain

Slugs Have Four Noses

Slugs have four noses 
or so it is said
and a pig cannot see 
the blue sky overhead

Tigers have striped skin
and rabbits can’t sweat
you can’t lick your elbow  
you’ll try though I’ll bet

Birds cannot pee and 
worms eat their own poo
and a crocodile can’t 
poke it’s tongue out at you

Kangaroos cannot jump 
if you lift

Categories: slugs, children, christian, funny,
Form: Free verse

Slugs Leaving Trails

slugs leaving trails
amongst the sunflowers - -
fat toads croaking

Jack Horne

Categories: slugs, animals,
Form: Haiku

Slugs Under a Log

At one time along
this path there set
a log stump, used it for
resting spot many times.

Today it was gone,
rolled down a hill I see,
went to fetch stump,
someone else has use for it,

family of slugs,
have taken over my
chair, they need it
worse than I do,
for slugs under a log.

Categories: slugs, nature
Form: I do not know?

Salting the Slugs

We hoard years, putting other faces
in place of the one
filling the mirror, the slug-like
double chin thing of us
that comes out at night
and then stays in blazing sun.

How silently we tiptoe
with those concealed cylinders
of salt cocked and ready
to fall, to pour that
sweet white rain so soundlessly
onto the slug of us
as we wallow
in our waspishness, twist
in a

Categories: slugs, angst, animals, introspection,
Form: Free verse