24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Different looks and poisons
Make your web, unique and mighty 
Curiosity draws them near you
Fear, or respect, run them away
Simple yet complex
Perfect and flawed
Irresistible and undesired
Daunting and appealing
Eight legs, one spider
Real or fake is a powerful tike
jj2017
Only the harsh wind
can open this blossom, the city
the cement gray sky
bringing out the red, yellow, and orange
of the petals, its people
The city, a morgue, no movement
in its capillaries
suddenly pumps to life
its breath, hot and muggy,
a four month dance,
flower of flames
Write a poem about a spider. This poem should not rhyme.
Arachnid
By Patricia Harris
Living in the corners,
Making my own home
Within another.
Crawling around,
Avoiding any trying to smash,
Clearing pests to feed
Trying to survive in the concrete
Jungle.
The Spider of Eden
The spider of Eden
With eight legs and a body
Spins its web from north to south
Blocks the gateway
With its silken thread
To match the mighty tarantula
Hour 9
@varenyas
Dear Daddy Long Legs,
Why are you so intrusive?
You have broken the pact
And now you must meet your demise by my hands
The Rules Read:
Don’t cross into the bedroom
Don’t get on the bed
Never stare me down and jump at me with such conviction
But like your many legs
You are full of daring motives
And now your reign of creepiness must be stopped
Sincerely,
The woman who wailed Valhalla as she hit you with her shoe
O Holy One
who governs the vast and endless spaces
between the galaxies,
yet cares for the sparrows sold two for a farthing,
you fashioned this wee eight-legged engine,
geometer of lethal gossamer,
fly-slayer, death-weaver, rain-catcher,
critter I swat with a furious slipper
if I spy him in the bathroom.
I cannot discern your purpose in making this creature,
bane of housewives, arachnid mascot of Halloween:
perhaps you meant to give your human poets
an example of patience and measure,
of fatal and unswerving concentration,
architect adept
at storm-sturdy structures of air and thread.
Each strand of web stretches across the void
vibrating as the spider dances toward its pray
each leg is part of precision instrument
conducting its lunch into a cacoon,
so many eyes watching, such a fierce
warrior, I think I will be leaving now.
-s.j.duncan-
I’m going to the garden.
No, I’ll get the car.
What do you mean? It’s not too far.
Why do you always have to argue with me?
I don’t. Why do you think the garden is too far?
What? You said you were going to the car.
No. The garden. I’m going to the garden.
Oh… Be careful. It’s hot out there.
No, it’s not.
Eight legs crawl through the day or night
Searching for the daily repast
Some they search under rock and tree
Others set traps or webs for preys last wandering
With dinner caught the cooking starts
One bite maybe two to marinate the meat
The spiders can wait for juices to flow
Then suck the husk till hollow and empty
Yes spiders they always have fun
Their eight legs hunting six legs
And the terrible Tarantulas can hunt
Those furry four-legged ones
Yes, spiders are everywhere
Will you see one?
I did not become real until I spoke to your mother.
I was a dream, a wish, a hope, a thought in your mind’s eye.
When your mother spoke to me she gave me life.
When you met my parents and my cousin months ago,
in October and January,
I was sure they were who you fell in love with, oh not me.
I was only a girl on the go.
Who knew I would pass your way, and you would turn around.
Reawakening my love of “Big Head Todd and the Monsters”, Japan, old school R&B, and Phil Collins…
You a mirror to my heart.
How did you know Al B. Sure was my music video Doppelgänger, or that I liked the rhymes of Slick Rick?
Six months ago you saw me with my family and saw the “queen bee” next to her “baby bee”; yes, we are all beach babies.
Smiling, you witnessed my “light”, this I never knew.
How you saw a “light” that you could love, I can barely comprehend.
“Love at first light”, who knew you would become my friend?
Who knew you would love the ocean as much as me?
You parked the break, as did I.
You left the cupboard ajar, as did I.
You love to love as much as I.
No hug was too much, or too spur of the moment,even to play music before bed?
The coincidences, too many to name.
Are we one in the same?
Can you be my twin flame?
The stars align us in the sky.
They brought us together as miracles go.
You are a shooting star come true, a prayer, a wish that was dreamt long ago.
One I cannot say that I put into the universe all by myself.
Was it you who wished for that dream-girl long ago, or was it a mother’s prayer answered?
Your’s or mine, I cannot predict the time.
It is more than true… the ” light” you see in me is the ” light” I feel from you.
Feeling happy for no reason…
I have every reason to be happy and it’s all because of you.
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