Today I wrote a post about insect poetry. Preparing it had me reading everything from serious to light verse in a range of forms. I had a lot of fun doing it. That got me thinking that writing some buggy poetry might just be a lot of fun.
Just in case you need a little inspiration, check out What Bee Did by the amazing Julie Larios.
Leave me a note about your insect-inspired poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
Just in case you need a little inspiration, check out What Bee Did by the amazing Julie Larios.
Leave me a note about your insect-inspired poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
Tall Moth Tale
ReplyDeleteCome quick--
I found something,
beating its wings
so violently
against the window"
I could hear it
on the stairs!
I think I know
what it is--
a Giant Moon Moth
the size of my thumb.
It's completely white and
camouflages against the moon;
Come; we'd better
let it out, before
the violent beating
of its wings
shatters the window--
I SAW A MOUSE
ReplyDeleteI saw a mouse inside my house
Munching on a hunk of cheese,
It stared at the trap I set up
Then tiptoed away ... what a tease!
Butterfly and Moth
ReplyDeleteButterflies wear designer suits.
Moths get theirs at K-Mart.
Butterflies are rainbow beauts.
Moths all wear the same art.
Butterflies migrate nonstop.
Moths are not so daring.
Butterflies sip flower pop.
Moths eat what you’re wearing.
BETWEEN SEASONS
ReplyDeleteBy Steven Withrow
Twin lady beetles
Climbing the winter window—
Come back, warm red June!
dragonfly days
ReplyDeletewhile ants have leaves for draggin' I
just zig on breezes zaggin' by
and while I don't like braggin' why
it's great to be a dragonfly
(c) Carolyn Arcabascio, 2011. All rights reserved.
AFTER FLYING AWAY
ReplyDeleteMother, do not let your
grief overwhelm you.
Let not your guilt
cripple you. You did
your best. You picked
the hops for its juicy
aphids. You gave your
children a good start.
That's all a coccinellid
can do. For the farmer
the decision was easy--
let the children burn.
Save the beer!
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved
Little Brother Lament
ReplyDeleteMy brother really bugs me—
he pokes me with his wings.
He tickles me with all six legs,
and when I sleep, he sings.
He's got a whiny, buzzy voice.
He gives me sticky hugs.
I fly away, he follows me.
My brother really bugs.
--Kate Coombs, 2011, all rights reserved
Lovin' all the buggin'!
ReplyDeleteTHE FLY
Oh me, oh my, I see a fly,
Buzz 'round my window pane,
Why it's been there, a year, I swear,
It's driving me insane.
© Carol Weis, all rights reserved
Tricia,
ReplyDeleteYour Poetry Stretch inspired me to do a themed post at Wild Rose Reader with many of the insect poems that I have written.
http://wildrosereader.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-buggy-original-insect-poems.html
Thanks for the good poems and stretch. I've written an insect related acrostic limerick. A tough, but fun challenge. :)
ReplyDeletePrehistoric Good Looks
ReplyDeleteThe horned fungus beetle's a tough-looking chap,
with prongs on his snout and two horns on his cap.
He's bumpy and lumpy and feeds on dead wood.
He'll play dead himself, if you're up to no good.
While munching a mushroomy polypore,
this rascal resembles a dinosaur.