Bug Poems

Bug poems bring the best collection of short and long bug poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great bug rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these bug poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on bug are here for you.

The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

Bayou St. John Bug Bite Blues

Bayou St. John Bug Bite Blues short poem

Bold as bold and shimmering gold as the sunlight fights through humidity, stacking the layers of weather then dying black as holes, until you question whether they’re alive or just the blemishes of mis-laundering. A small constellation of flies rest

The Bug Life

The Bug Life short poem

Like the first light of the new sun, I wake in the dark, with new curiosities, and unanswered queries. Though uncertain, I work hard, bit by bit I pit the sand grains, In hope to find the new light, I

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Tummy Ache

Tummy Ache short poem

Rumbling thunder in my tummy But the food was so yummy Butterflies may be having a war They are in there, black as tar Could have been the veal Only that the stomach cannot reveal I wish I hadn’t had

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Sorry

Sorry prose poem

You were broken down and I was bitter trying to find the answers but I still remained a sinner your pain was my game my mistakes were the chains sticking to your heart tighter than the veins I scream I

The Last Words

The Last Words ode

Oh! Your eyes… How they take my breathe away, When I look into them , I just feel so lost. The deepness in them makes me wonder, Can love be so deep and wonderful as them? Every time I look

The Walk Way

The Walk Way ode

There is so much your mind thinks of all the time, You never know what way is the way to climb. You get set out into emotions you wish wouldn’t bother you but they shade over all the rest, You

No Goodbyes

No Goodbyes short poem

It was that wicked drug, Not some contagious bug, That caused a goodbye without a hug. We certainly cried when you died, And our tears eventually just dried, Because your potential to shine was denied. Even though you are dead,

Little Miss Perfect

Little Miss Perfect long poem

Well I know you think you’re better than me With your new boob job and college degree And I bet you think you’re so cool ‘cuz You can speak another language too huh Well I got news for you most

The Business Of Love

The Business Of Love long poem

I was your fool motley of a business suit tie and mirror shined shoes drinking clear liquor from a flask just to get through a day without seeing you I lived out of my closet all my things you’d touched

Nightlight For Humanity

Nightlight For Humanity short poem

At dusk, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves on the trees in my front yard. Birds chirp as they settle in for the night. Clouds drift slowly across the sky. And a star twinkles from the galaxy. The Moon is

Birds

Birds prose poem

(1) She does not really sleep. She stands on the thin space of night, holds trees with her fingers and takes a nap. Sleep for her is a necessary illusion. Illusion, when becomes a necessity, tears anything apart. Here she

Velvetine Velour

Velvetine Velour prose poem

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood,

The Survivor

The Survivor short poem

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets

The Digital Divide

The Digital Divide short poem

Gone are the days when faces were buried into books We are now phasing out the books for FaceBook Those were times when kids jumped, played hide-n-seek and bruised knees Now it’s all about swiping, wiping and fidgeting with keys…

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Whirl, Seek And Discover

Whirl, Seek And Discover short poem

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

The Relationship Trap

The Relationship Trap short poem

I woke up from a nap to find no wife just a yellow-legged spider above her pillow pulling hanks of web from its shiny black abdomen silent in dim light half turning from industrious momentum and I imagined the screeching

To Whom This May Concern

To Whom This May Concern short poem

It’s coded in war games: Bombs will have the enemies’ names Etched on them, synonymously And anonymously; For worse false or better true Bombs know neither me nor you And so have not recourse To feel pity or remorse; Bombs

Angels Of The Golden Charge

Angels Of The Golden Charge short poem

Icarus’ ashes Fight with the sun And only for a moment Magic ignites a frosty world Locked in time The first flake falls Caught in rays parting clouds The drying breath of the receding sun Held by frost By the

Salt Or Snow ?

Salt Or Snow ? prose poem

Everythin’s spinning. Leaves flying. Round and round. Sadness floating. Still here. Damn good it was. Real lucky I was. Now scares me. Forget it ! Remember the funky happy song! What are you waiting for ? F**k you all off,

An hour from Saint Valentine’s day..

An hour from Saint Valentines day.. prose poem long poem

An hour from St. Valentine’s day .. ‘Tis 7:00! Ring Ring Ring. . “Happy Valentine’s day ” “I love you..” “I love you too,honey ! ” “you know what ….” And talk’st they thus.. ‘Tis 7:15! The moving box of

Live. Let Live.

Live. Let Live. short poem

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

Memento Mori

Memento Mori long poem

Here rests an anonymous Memory, In the pall of shadows of a wintery night, Half-cold and slither Lone keys jingled in my jacket pocket, And black caps to disguise my fear streaked silhouette, In the pall of shadows of a

Naked Doll

Naked Doll short poem

The child was trembling inside you: eliminated, revived, walking past an explosion on the extra edge. The dash was stabbing. And without hands trying to open the crypt of forefathers. Things were not happning as you dreamed of tomorrow. The

Above The Vaulted Sky

Above The Vaulted Sky elegy

1st July 1916   The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will

Try

Try short poem

Try I will, to start trying After you have broken; Not my heart, but my soul of truth. Try I will, to start trying After you have killed; Not my wishes, but my hope for good. Try I will, and

Why?

Why? prose poem

Why do we suffer? What’s the point? People are born with terrible conditions, live lives of torment and pain. Die painful horrible deaths. Why? Why would a God created such conditions? To teach us lessons? Seems cruel I think. Wouldn’t

Christmas is Booked

Christmas is Booked long poem

I check the calendar. Oh, there’s lots of time to spare. I don’t know why I worried. I haven’t a care. Two weeks is a lot of time to do most stuff. I am quite sure that two weeks will

Woman

Woman short poem

allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of

Love Sonnet 117

Love Sonnet 117 sonnet poems

I still recall the Spring I first met you, You picked a pretty rose and passed me by, Then I, to feel your hand, turned to pursue, And smelled the rose you held, as alibi; I grant that some goddess

A Signature’s Display

A Signatures Display short poem

Each written word reveals many things. What does a signature tell you? Is it sound, plain and mature? Is it recognized as only yours? Its duty is to represent you. Sign it plain, clear, and true. Put something there that

Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest elegy

Last few glimpse of a lying soul, Was seen behind ten heads Oh! Life, Is so uncertain Gains Maya when alive And attains Moksha ultimately Pride, prejudice, love and sacrifice What’s the point when it means nothing? Afterlife? Who can

A Calling Of Angels

A Calling Of Angels long poem

whispers.. velvet vibations taunt for what do we seek eyes, hands & wings faint laughter pause to a slow pitched sound angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement closer then ever before many evoke fear a cast of feathers drifting

Autumn

Autumn prose poem

This autumn is copper, just like my voice which had escaped and hided in a dome on the banks of a sacred river. I am the one who dried it up on the braids of an African girl tanned by

The Mist Of Love

The Mist Of Love short poem

‘The mist of love That flows in the air Is felt in the heart That truly cares And though only A fleeting chance Still it was a great And fine romance Our love was fragile Like the wind that blows

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash

A Slow Night In Downtown Wabash short poem

An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of

Successful

Successful short poem

Mistake is the result of Misjudgement Misjudgement leads to Regret Regret make one Wise Wise will not act in haste Hasty Decisions will result in failures failures are stepping stones for success Successful one would never commit mistake Mistakes come

In My Mind

In My Mind short poem

As I have aged and looked back in time I Wonder do Others minds think like mine. My knuckles have knurled, Hands have wrinkled in time. Skin browned and aged spots, Face cracked and crevassed, Sagging skin from sun and

Our Beliefs

Our Beliefs prose poem

…are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infinitesemly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday

They Left Me Forever Till And Even Yesterday prose poem

The forefathers left me alone till and even yesterday. I am here, for they lived and died for millions of years , till and even yesterday. To think that they were only gents is a misunderstanding. It includes an Aunt,

Primary Group

Primary Group short poem

They were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat like caught fish slap their tails against the ground they cheated on life from time to time smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line faking laughter clasping teeth

That Was You..

That Was You.. short poem

I said good night to you, and went into deep sleep.. I woke up early in the morning, rubbed my eyes not to flip.. I found only one thing there, still waiting for me .. still looking at me.. just

Confess

Confess short poem

We should have played truth or dare instead we played confess. This was down in the mildew basement mother-in-law apartment an unrented rental in a suburb notorious for its decline of population. Confess someone would say and point. It would