#mosquitoes
With mosquitoes or without…
One is about the same as the other.
Which time is better is difficult to say…
Only that the time without is an emptiness, a time of hopeful waiting…
A hopeless hope to avoid the time of the mosquito.
But then, again, comes the time of the mosquito.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC
Mosquitoes
Are pesky, little blood suckers
Aren't the ones meant to be eating tonight!
They weren't on the invite list,
But alas, they crashed the party
And gave me more love bites
Than I bargained for.
They outnumbered the guests,
And at my behest, I shut the party down.
I heard ‘Pink!’ protest: “Nooo, get the party (re)started!”
So, I did spray, lavishly, a perfume of Aeroguard,
but all that did was send shards of poison
in the air and me gasping.
O mosquito, this is no ode to you,
But an antidote to the hot air, mine
and sister summer.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Draining the Blood of Humans at Twilight
A powerful monster // living down
in the darkness growled // in pain…
-Beowulf, Burton Raffel translation
In the sinister dusk // they seek our blood
A ghastly enemy // of disgusting thirst
Stealing up from the swamp // and primordial mud –
Well, we stole their habitat // – mosquitoes were here first!
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 10:56 AM UTC
Suddenly it's gone:
no more house, just a mountain --
of mosquitoes there.
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
I.
Rains of TaiHu lake
Spillovers into Hangzhou
Dark clouds whisper of two cities
on earth's opposite sides
Eventually, people say
homesick birds look alike.
That explains why
she adores rain but not
Dynamic touches by mosquitoes.
Who could tell her the secret
when love attention from mosquito king?
II.
Why not just to kiss,
Tea in a kiss, a sweet kiss, an oooooolong kiss
Third steep to keep and keep,
Expensive swishy flower vase tea,
Delicate butterfly shi shi tea.”
Tea time, closing time,
A steep for the road
Sleep off the load
Tea night,
Tea girl cloud memories.
Rain, pain and strain
Mosquito pain,
Travel with Rain.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
I live out of a shopping cart
and sleep in a broken down car
I pray for a stopping heart
to end this life where I starve.
I’m outdoors people
because I ignored the steeple
and implored what’s evil
by sporting a needle.
I try to keep my windows up
in this lonely truck
but it gets hot as ****
and sometimes they get stuck
and I have to deal with bugs
that see me sleeping snug
and start reaping blood.
I can’t feel their biting tinge
while I’m sleeping off a binge
so mosquitoes feast on the unconscious
was it God who brought this
locust plague so noxious?
They eat my sleeping body
the way they eat the rotting.
The mosquitoes torpedo
into me like a needle
a million eels
poke into my skin
which has been unsealed
so they dive in
showing their hunger is real
and they’ll win
they cover my shins
and blanket my arms
their proboscis pins
build a blood farm
built on my harm.
I open my eyes
to my insect surprise
I detest these flies
covering my size
so I shake to try
scaring them from my sty.
A plume of black
lifts from my body
it’s blood I lack
to get them off me
so I’m left to their mercy
and they continue to hurt me
attacking en masse absurdly
eating the unworthy.
I feebly swat them away
while my body decays
I’m dispersing the fray
while hurting in waves
brought by a flood
of those that **** blood
I start to feel sick
but I guess I would anyway
when the needle sticks
this is the start of everyday.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
I crawled quietly off the day's activity
My head was still banging hard like the hit of a starved lover boy
Coupled with the blessing of downpour upon the earth some hours before
Retiring to my spacious room with nothing but the beauty of a carpet
Upon the supposed protection of my duvet
A merrying sound of some uninvited guests dancing towards my crib
They all beamed so well with a sweet smile on their face
Their chants wasn't victorious as it supposed to be
But a beautiful chants of conspiracy and rebellion
I cannot be a target I murmured under my large cover
Yeeh!!!
I'm hurt
They all drag my flesh among each other
This is unfair
My heart cry for help but my mouth has been muted
It was suppose to be a celebration of whatever
But here they are feasting on my already tiring body
How come you all want to feast but forget your meal at home
I asked one thousand and one times
I hope I will find something within me when the sunrise
Upon this sadness
I laid myself totally for their evil party
© Wale **** 2019
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
buzzing
in a sweltering
evening marsh
a swarm of mosquitoes
vexed and unsettled
waits
for a cool swoosh
from a toad
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
You are my citronella
When my thoughts hover like mosquitoes salivating for a bite
You say, “not today ladies”
You are my natural remedy for a challenging foe...
Myself
Keep smelling sweet with a hint of citrus
My mind depends on it
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
i like bugs.
they remind me
that life is important
on a small scale.
even the most frustrating
are beneficial to nature and
our ecosystem wouldn't be the same
without them.
except mosquitoes.
they can **** right off,
the ***** bloodsucking ********
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
I hate the word ****
So harsh so crass
Used as a crutch when thoughts get stuck
But the one thing I hate
More than the word ****
Is these ******* mosquitoes
They ******* ****
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
I thought after
all these years of
being bitten and scratching sores,
I'd eventually grow a thick enough skin
to keep out the mosquitos.
I was wrong.
Even so, mosquitos are nothing compared
to the itch I've got for you.
You see, mosquito bites are only skin deep,
but I've got this ravenous hunger for you,
gnawing at my bones.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
A warm summer night,
The moon winked at its reflection on the still lake,
A lively crowd,
The music blared,
A barbeque party,
The smell of delicious grilled chicken made my stomach rumble,
Hurriedly I grabbed some with chips, yanked open a coca tin,
And sat down on the grass with friends.
I had worn shorts,
That was a grave mistake.
The mosquitoes were excited,
A pair of young fresh legs,
What a grand banquet,
They headed straight for my legs and arms,
"Ouch!" I cried after several stings.
"Delicious," they hummed aiming at my legs again and again.
"Hey" I don't give out free blood samples" I hissed.
I swiped my palms on my legs.
Several lay dead.
I had killed their parents.
The mean mosquitoes took revenge,
They landed on my face,legs and arms and stung fast and furious.
I yanked a tube of insecticide repellent cream and spread on my open body parts.
"Now have your feast and die!"
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
She came at night, touched
me,bit me and ****** slowly,
****** mosquito!
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
A blade of grass is inconsequential,
Unless it's above you,
Or found on Mars.
One mosquito is unnoticeable
Until sounding in your ear at night,
Or infecting a nation.
A broken heart isn't uncommon
When it's someone else's.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
They have chopped down that tree
And the bees rush to my balcony,
Dad has cut down those pink roses,
But there are mosquitoes from Aleppo
Flying around my bedroom fan.
I sat on our study table with fairy lights
While my roommate put on her running shoes,
Mosquitoes waltzed around her sugarless tea,
Drank my blood below the knee and flew-
Away to Aleppo, far away to those dead roses.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
Brownout
A not too loud explosion pierced the quiet hours
..................immediately after......lights went out
Twelve midnight, and two minutes later
there gently blew, a whiff of cool air,
brushed past my cheeks and shoulders
but...that was it
Every hot, humid second of every burning minute
took too long to get out of my sweating body
the heat seemed stationary
in the stillness of this limited territory
Lukewarm water
flowed out of the shower
being wet.......was brief
it didn't bring much relief
It was cooler....out at the verandah
but mosquitoes are more active in the dark
the flickering candlelight
teased them all the more, this moonless night
This should be a good time
to ponder........to write
but my head feels limited...empty
swelling with something else, that is chilly
this silent.........uptight
uncomfortable summer night
...the hours, consumed with blight
a disappointment outright...
just waiting....for my eyes to give in
no longer defying,
but surrendering,
to the hot...humid
dark wee hours of the morning.
Sally
Copyright May 12, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
I see them in the evening
echolocate after gnats
as they dart and dive for micro-prey
our night sky is alive with bats.
They clear away mosquitoes
never seeming to alight
and make it safer here below
these tireless workers of the night
I am fearful for their future
as we use our toxic sprays
for as we spray mosquitoes
we poison those who call them prey
Still the acrobatics thrill me
in their nightly hunt for gnats
and I hope for many years to come
our nights will be alive with bats
Cori MacNaughton
(July/Aug?) 1999
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
If you ask how I'm feeling
Prepare for a long talk
But if you want the short version
Then I'll try to sum it up
How do I feel?
I feel like
I'm fighting a battle
With a billion moquitoes
One bite isn't a big deal
Neither is two
But I'm getting bombarded
Bite after
Bite after
Bite
I am surrounded by the enemy
And no matter how many I ****
There's another to take it's place
I can't escape
They're ******* the life out of me
Even if they don't **** me
They hurt
Like you wouldn't believe
So how do I feel?
Like I'm being attacked
By a billion mosquitoes
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
-- he sees farther than I
So I'll drink to that.
A toast to scotland.
We toasted royalty,
and so don't have to
pay any royalties . .. ...
--> concesssions were made I'm sure . .. ...
my grandfar would have seen to that.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
You got a face not spoiled by joy
I've got some burns from fire by trials
You got blindfolds that can see right through me
You're not afraid of a requiem
I was told that I would feel nothing the first time
I don't know how these burns heal
But in you I found the time
If there is a light you can't always feel
And there is a veil we can't always heal
And there is teal we shouldn't doubt
And there it's alright, it won't go out
And this is a poem, poem for someone
This is a poem, poem for someone
You let me into the lyrics
A song only we could make
You break and enter my imagination
Whatever's in there it's yours to take
I was told I'd feel nothing the first time
You were slow to heal but this could be the night
If the night is alight
And the world can't see
If you are dark, angel
I'll be the light, it won't ever go out
And this is a song, song for someone
This is a song, a song for someone
And I'm a long way from Spy Hill of Calgary
And I'm a long way from where I was but I need it to be
If there is a blindfold you can't always see
And there is a world we can always be
If there is a kiss I stole as Logan
And there is a dark, don't let it go out
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
"Don't tell me the poets ... "
I write poetry that is both incorporated
And incorporeal ... and un and un and un
It is done
On the pad : and off
Hop - Lily
On the tailgate
In the truck
Boots on the ground
In the muck
Put on your Carhartt's
It's time to get *****
Even better
Grab your Old Man's work clothes
Finish the job
That He didn't want to start
Don't tell me the poets are ******* crying
We're living
And we're dying
Careful though
The warlords have come into the jungle and slaughtered before
But we live again
A little more angry
A little less wise
--> **** **** up, juveniles
Shoplifters of the world ...
untie
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Tiny buds push up
Popping their heads out to ask,
"May we come to play?"
Louisiana
Distinction between seasons
Almost unnoticed
Perfection now, but
mosquitoes will swarm us soon.
Spring is oh too short
The world is melting
Shuddering off her top coat
To display her skin
Spring-so colorful
But you want to know the truth?
Winter's more my style.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC