Pests Poems

Pests poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of pests poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on pests are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Warning Squatters

Warning Squatters short poem

If you come into my home at night Thinking you are out of sight I have no compassion for you or your kind Even if you’re excited with what you may find You may think you deserve life on this

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The Seeds

The Seeds ode

My prayers are not prayers And my penance is not penance, Remarkable, the patience you show, Admirably greater than mine, I assure; Incomparable, thy dedication, thou Dried and dried under the hot sun, With no food nor drink, continuing endure,

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

No Title (1/2)

No Title (1/2) prose poem

and I can almost sense that something bad is going to happen soon everything for some people just seem to be falling apart people well one person in particular he is such an amazing person and he seems to be

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For Mum

For Mum short poem

Just like a Bonsai you stand strong and tall, Despite being just five feet tall. You rise high and refuse to yield, In rain and stormy weather, offering the best shield. You let us blossom and fruit, Ensuring we stay

On This Shore Of Life

On This Shore Of Life short poem

Death will not wait. Locked in bruises, I want eternity. Stinking pubes, micro to zero-gravity. Kernel rises like a star. Touch was not real How far you will go? Earth was collapsing. My father was right, Don’t climb to the

The Torment

The Torment short poem

Much of withstanding endurance reflects strain Practically on outer edge for challenge to sustain Intricate arduous trudge sans time out for recess Blend though near perfect but outcome can’t assess Peaks few, abyss aplenty and many a shifty bend None

Enemy

Enemy short poem

Enemy out side of you is myth But Enemy within you is reality An outsider who deceives you is labelled as Enemy But the insider in you which deceives your conscience is never thought of as your enemy An enemy

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus

For Jean, Patron of the Arts, My Rokeby Venus sonnet poems

I’ll try my hand at writing while I smoke, You never know ‘til you experiment; In honeyed indolence my time I’ve spent, I’ve made no money and I’m sadly broke. The sands of time are flowing as I toke, I

Four

Four short poem

Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There

Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

A Woman That Only Takes

A Woman That Only Takes short poem

A woman that only takes and does not give back is not truly loved by anyone in her life Perhaps she cannot forgive anyone and maybe she will never be able to see the light Or maybe she thinks she

Think On These Things

Think On These Things long poem

The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding

Animal

Animal prose poem

We are animals. Civilization, thousands of years in the making. The animal, millions of years in the making. Animal instincts etched into each cell of our being. Survival, procreation, deeply embedded into our souls. We think ourselves apart from, superior,

Facsimile

Facsimile short poem

One fringe of image disconnected, a knife within, in a trench battle still continues between you and yourself for ending of animal. Did it bleed? Home was still faraway a secured period. Bouncing euphoria. blunted and bailed out paper thin

Learning

Learning sonnet poems

What use books, knowledge, ways to see the world, To learn to deal with life, the laws and men? What use to know protection and defense, And poetry, why flags are rolled and then unfurled? for what is it to

Blood

Blood short poem

I am aware Blood is Red I am knowledgeable that Blood flows through the veins in side the body I know the colour of the blood in all living species is Red Oxygen purifies Blood Pure Blood is Good for

Number King

Number King short poem

All hail the King who gives thee numbers. Those who fear him shall stand beside him, And laugh with him, Only to be crushed by him like all other unsatisfactory numbers. Faces upon faces upon names upon names, Thrown into

Magic Pots

Magic Pots short poem

You can tell a poet by the way she hands out pens to fill up forms where they ask you if you own any guns And the way she sits on the park bench letting the rough concrete feel her

Opium-architecture

Opium architecture short poem

She says: I can smell the fear of your incompetence I harness you, to make real my “creativity” Your sweat nourishes my creation As I milk your labour to polish my David. Your gnawing stomach, I feed with ideas Pickle

Who Cares

Who Cares long poem

You look at me like I give a damn, I’m so sorry to disappoint, I think you forget just who I am, Quite frankly I don’t see the point. Why can’t you see I really don’t care, If you stay

Winter Morning

Winter Morning ode

The green leaves of weeping willow,on the lawns, Blocking my sky view, The natural leaves’ curtains covering my bed room windows. But at least I can watch beautiful birds and butterflies Hopping and chirping on trees branches. A beautiful squirrel

A Shadow You Are, Hidden

A Shadow You Are, Hidden short poem

You are my celestial lover; A shadow you are, hidden from the rays of the sun and the moon, of the stars and the lamps, of lanterns and lightning. Clad in the blanket of the nights formless you are; a

The Words

The Words long poem

The words that come out of my mouth Can see nothing and just go south Far from the world I fight to save the truth Going to find the life That once escaped from me I find it hard to

Looking Back

Looking Back short poem

half-clad cult of violence boiling their soulmates roasting the foes one by one killed by a ligature they were building the dams to harvest the power from tears fear climbs on your shoulders unburns hydrocarbons a train moves through the

Him And The Pink Train

Him And The Pink Train long poem

It hurts so much Every single day Facing the same problems when it all started 2 years ago Not until June 9th Where it will all be over All the pain, the tears and the suffering The short glances, the

Intoxicated Musk

Intoxicated Musk short poem

I sleep to your sweet lullaby Composing songs of intoxicated love. And I look at our reflections on roads left wet from thirsting rain; Our love – laced between twisted bodies and entwined fingers that smell of the musky clouds

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

The Interview

The Interview short poem

Time ticks away, Questions pour in Answers flow as crashing waves Against solid rocks The mute sky looks indifferent Is the era of clues over? Smilingly I pretend ease Watching, listening, chatting animatedly One eye on the clock Rhyming with

Anticipation And Inspiration

Anticipation And Inspiration short poem

Today I picked up my paper and pen, I sighed and put it back down again, I stared at the space in front of me, Blank right where my words should be. I tried but it was soon over and

Love Sonnet 122

Love Sonnet 122 sonnet poems

How soon can you stop walking in my dreams, Though you lavish me there with everything, In dreams that make real what only seems, Awake a pauper, but in sleep a king With kingdom in the clouds that truly boasts

Faceless

Faceless short poem

We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind

Voice In My Head

Voice In My Head prose poem

It’s always absurd To give up everything and run after something that’s never been achieved without even knowing if thats anyway possible A total dreamer missing everything at every point believing in instincts that are just abstract emotions Maybe its

Separation

Separation short poem

The stranger that I am To you, to this whole world The realization sunk into me Dragging me into the depth of loneliness Where did I lose everything? But then, when did I have anything? Life seems to be a

Bones Of Winds

Bones Of Winds short poem

Inside, the battle wages. One step down, I drown myself in the frowns of a thought. Night sucks at my fear. The rhyme of the fading moon intends to fix me up. I refuse to smell the breath of the

A Complaint To God

A Complaint To God short poem

A complaint to God God made me rich But you didn’t give poor the money stitch God you gave me a house But made the poor sleep on the dead bodies of a mouse You gave me lots of love

Are We So Ignorant?

Are We So Ignorant? short poem

We the highest of God’s creation we the knower of many, the holders of the eternal flame of knowledge. Universe still unrolling its sacred secrets. is it this pride which made us blind? so blind that no light permeates our

Imprudent Haters

Imprudent Haters prose poem

The heat of the hate in my face, Is what I get, when I walk around the isle, When all I am trying to do is, Be loving and greet everyone with a smile, Distressingly! I cannot see, anyone responding,

I Adore Your Body Odor!

I Adore Your Body Odor! short poem

The whole path to home was filled with incense It has indulged my every sense It has hit my senses to rose It was not the fragrance of the rose It was not the smell of lavender Nor the scintillating

My World

My World short poem

The path I once tread, seems parched, My favorite trees look bare, bereft of dense skin, The flowers on the trees, now just a colorless papery illusion, And the sky a blazing ugly yellow screen. What happened to my world,