Worm Poems - Poems about Worm

A worm gets the idea of oscillation and just moves— aimless, dirt-laced, unbothered. Regenerates its body. Takes orders from nobody. So I humbly approached a worm: “Hey worm, you seem to know a lot about this specific area of town…” She replied, “I’m Squirmy the Wormy. And everything you’ve lost— was hidden inside.” The rain poured. She turned. Kept oscillating. I shouted, “Wait! Where are you going?” She stopped. Did a 180°...

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Who reads Poor Richard's almanac - birds who wants to whack someone who likes to squirm (specifically, I mean a worm) when the dawn goes crack? I think birds cannot read, so how will they succeed in catching what will squirm (specifically, I mean a worm) so not to eat birdseed? My advice for a worm (and Poor Richard will confirm) - always wake up very...

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Blue bird song serenade Basking in golden sun rays In his beak red worm betrayed By empty ant hill of brown clay...

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Crawling upon desecrated ashes, whispers haunt ~ “You will never make it.” Vermilion skies rumble over the brutal horizon, splitting open as a deafening rain pours forth, drenching an already collapsing body. Splaying nails rip into hollow earth. Eerie silhouettes dance in the lightning flashes. It’s getting harder to see now — fear surging, lungs straining, losing control. Darkness engulfs, swallowing the sun. Panic sets in; urgency...

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metamorphosis black-headed beetle larvae ~ willful wings unfurl (March Full Moon – Naudowessie (Dakota) ...

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there was a turkey named Tom who loved to gobble up all of the worms one bright Thanksgiving Day he became the cause célèbres and had with the ax come to terms ...

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early bird gets worm bird dies favor is returned feathers for fine hat...

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The new Secretary of the HHS? How did we ever get into this mess? 'Twas when into RFK Jr's brain it strode, an enterprising nematode....

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Wiggle flop, wiggle flop Rat a tat, rat a tat The falling rain goes pitter pat I’m not a rabbit, I can’t go hop All I can do is wiggle flop Wiggle and squirm I’m only a worm, wiggle squirm I tried to be fish and say blub blub But I almost became a fish’s grub I tried to be a...

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The fall is a tremor; its song - weaves past trees to listening animals. Earth hears every - echo, from leaves scattered by fate - to bones - turned hollow reeds - that surrender their cadence. The ancients bark louder - echoing the wisdom, of the cosmos: that - life is not a possession but a resonance, a frequency that harmonizes...

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The caterpillar inched Up the branch Up the branch Up the branch The caterpillar inched So, he could eat The caterpillar went Down the branch Down the branch Down the branch The caterpillar went Down the branch He saw a treat ...

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Jeff the three-legged worm they weren’t his legs but legs that he’d found from old bits of twig just scattered around he once saw a centipede who laughed and made fun of a young and shy Jeff stuck on his tum but Jeff swam through soil and the centipede saw staring in wonder amazement and awe the twig legs put by now but kept just in case although Jeff seems...

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Larva of meal worms are tasty Corn Cob Cobble said. A meely worm collector who is always well-fed. I love them he told me, want to give one a try? They were squirming and ugly, I gave them the eye. I had one before, I lied through my mouth and my nose. These worms gave me the creeps from my...

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Don’t give up your dream when you are just only halfway, Two half dollars or a whole - it’s the same either way; But chop off your dream, and you will make yourself squirm, Lamenting, “what good’s a half apple to a half worm?”...

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It’s a parasite’s world. The worm of laziness Clogging the mind, Ego refusing change. It’s a parasite’s world, Seeping through one’s blood and breath. Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task. Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness. It’s a parasite’s world--- Where dependence is practice. And excuses-- strategy, to design. Deadlines met feverishly by others. It’s a parasite’s world, Where type of work affect quality. Where comparison and perks...

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