Poems about ladybug

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Little lady luck
Bug crawls up and
Stuck, I try to save her
Reach for her gently
But too strong and maybe
I should've gone slower
Now she is dead
And my heart it has lowered
Fix her a nice bed
Of dirt
And fill it with leafs
She will sleep long
Though her life was so brief
Miss her already
Though it doesn't matter much
In the long run
But now the popcorn is done
And so back to the movie
Pick up and smoke
And now what was I doing?

Blood red diamond
Tops tender green emeralds,
Rose quartz and morganite
In a feast of polished deposit.

Teardrop laden,
Glistening against the stirring sun,
The world waits in dew.
Crystal drops wink,
The blood diamond contemplates emerald tightrope,
Slick escape.

With a bubble here,
A drop there,
Little Lady Beetle
Attempts to dry its wings.

The flower that rests beneath
Bends low,
And too shimmers
Like a July sparkler.

A lady bug being cute, is the best marketingstunt ever

Clouds whisper past,
Urged by a sporadic breeze

The warm sun,

The color of golden wheat

She makes her fashionable appearance
On the tail end of the early morning wind

This tiny speckled visitor
Dressed in red with her polka dot cape

Her black spots
Like tiny grains of pepper
Sprinkled generously across her back

Flitting from flower to flower
Skimming the blossoms gracefully

Going about her busy morning
Completing her garden chores

Her sisters clinging gently
To the long stems of a swaying dandelion
As they perform a lovely dance in the springtime gusts

Her cousins perched on idle blades of grass
Watching lazily
As the drops of dew fall silently
To the earth below them
Quenching its never ending thirst

The bravest of the ladies
Taking flight

Her wings spread out fully

Letting the wind carry her

As she furiously flutters

Landing gracefully
On the back of my hand

Nothing more than a delicate caress

And she was gone

Flying fiercely
Into the morning sky

Springs ladybug lands
Upon the yellow flower
Aphids scurrying

Mkt

It landed upon your arm
As if it was a branch to rest
But it tickled your flesh
And in your distress
You took its breath

Ladybug, where does thine own self dwell? Thou art quiet, defiant; a leader of the pack of colorful shells.
Thou hast lined the wall's with thine wing's spread far wide, thou hath tried to flyeth, yet only end back from whence thou began!!! Creature no one understands.
Flourisher of restfulness, gathering knowledge to gain speed. After all no one seeith the smallest beauty such as thyself! Doth thou need help?
Is thy destination predetermined as mine feels? You'd walk slower in heel's if that was the case...
You'd rush the highest branch to calleth the view thine own place!!!
Such a lonesome face, thy cataract's seeith in all views... Old and new, ugly and complete!!! You've seen all brokenness and defeat! Haven't you the smallest of loves?
Angel of bugs, spotted ladybug of mine...


©Lonesome poets poetry
©brandon Nagley