Art Spider Poems

'The incy wincy spider went up the waterspout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And...

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silent spider weaves
creepy web of secrets spun
nature's art unveiled

Group 3...

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spider weaves a Monet-inspired web 
	–	prismatic garden of color

NB: Inspired by, but not entered in, Beneath the Rainbow Poetry Contest sponsored by JCB Brul...

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Rubenesque dots prancing on gorgeous symmetry
Darker on bottom and brilliantly light at the top
My artist heart studies them carefully
Waiting for a clue how to begin...

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I try to outlive my days,
with the fear of repercussions that might haunt me later on, 
I imagine myself old yet young in a web...

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On a rainy day, I float like a spider in an earthen city, 
the glue of the body is my own land, 
who also can...

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Sincere, solemn, serene
Stitches web silky shine 
Stumbling blocks several 
Struggles endured awful       
Strong, splendid empire spun
Seats itself sole sovereign...

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A work of art 
laboriously created
exquisitely spun
silken magic, 
dainty looking

do not let this fool you
she is strong enough to survive
most rain storms, 
and study enough...

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sweet little spider on the wall
weaving interlacing its thread
exquisite art all spiders own
a spiders entrapment white veil

eight legs briskly interlocking
sweet little spider on the wall
woven...

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Grandmother Spider;
Original web artist;
Makes sculptures of silk.


 “A Succinct Treat Poetry Contest”, 
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner...

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You might call it an epiphany
as I bedded down amongst the vines
a beautiful yellow back spider
for the entire afternoon 
we would spent some time

With sun...

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It's smaller in size,
And bigger is its legs!
It moves around the wall
And then scares us all!

We have given it a name spider ,
And the world...

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SPIDER

Near invisible
But strong
To reach with lace fingers
This gifted mite would weave his cunning art

His task
With tireless purpose
Comes a swinging
Be it light or in the dark

Come...

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Howels pain howlin veins
suddentary calming of the prevolent
scars pain for death all remores
calm and collaspe
definatly not about you
killer deallings
quieter storms
dreams of spiders falling  on...

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How could failure be my gain?
As much as I tried hard
Sad and tired
I had tried and failed again
I nursed the thought for moments 
And importing...

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