"glowworm" poems - Hello Poetry

Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, that she Sent these ladies in her stead With heads like darning-eggs to nod And nod and nod at foot and head And at the left side of my crib? Mother, who made to order stories Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear, Mother, whose witches always, always Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder Whether you saw them, whether you said Words to rid me of those three ladies Nodding by night around my bed, Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head. In the hurricane, when father's twelve Study windows bellied in Like bubbles about to break, you fed My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine And helped the two of us to choir: 'Thor is angry; boom boom boom! Thor is angry: we don't care!' But those ladies broke the panes. When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced, Blinking flashlights like fireflies And singing the glowworm song, I could Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress But, heavy-footed, stood aside In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed Godmothers, and you cried and cried: And the shadow stretched, the lights went out. Mother, you sent me to piano lessons And praised my arabesques and trills Although each teacher found my touch Oddly wooden in spite of scales And the hours of practicing, my ear Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable. I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere, From muses unhired by you, dear mother. I woke one day to see you, mother, Floating above me in bluest air On a green balloon bright with a million Flowers and bluebirds that never were Never, never, found anywhere. But the little planet bobbed away Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here! And I faced my traveling companions. Day now, night now, at head, side, feet, They stand their vigil in gowns of stone, Faces blank as the day I was born. Their shadows long in the setting sun That never brightens or goes down. And this is the kingdom you bore me to, Mother, mother. But no frown of mine Will betray the company I keep.

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Sylvia Plath

The Disquieting Muses

Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, that she Sent these ladies in her stead With heads like darning-eggs to nod And nod and nod at foot and head And at the left side of my crib? Mother, who made to order stories Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear, Mother, whose witches always, always Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder Whether you saw them, whether you said Words to rid me of those three ladies Nodding by night around my bed, Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head. In the hurricane, when father's twelve Study windows bellied in Like bubbles about to break, you fed My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine And helped the two of us to choir: 'Thor is angry; boom boom boom! Thor is angry: we don't care!' But those ladies broke the panes. When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced, Blinking flashlights like fireflies And singing the glowworm song, I could Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress But, heavy-footed, stood aside In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed Godmothers, and you cried and cried: And the shadow stretched, the lights went out. Mother, you sent me to piano lessons And praised my arabesques and trills Although each teacher found my touch Oddly wooden in spite of scales And the hours of practicing, my ear Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable. I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere, From muses unhired by you, dear mother. I woke one day to see you, mother, Floating above me in bluest air On a green balloon bright with a million Flowers and bluebirds that never were Never, never, found anywhere. But the little planet bobbed away Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here! And I faced my traveling companions. Day now, night now, at head, side, feet, They stand their vigil in gowns of stone, Faces blank as the day I was born. Their shadows long in the setting sun That never brightens or goes down. And this is the kingdom you bore me to, Mother, mother. But no frown of mine Will betray the company I keep.

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Chickadee and Neon Appear to be in love We noticed yesterday The way they were looking at each other They have been staring Romantically Into each others eyes Since late last evening Who knows what they did Last night While we were gone? They may be different species One is a multicolored glowworm The other a blue chickadee The odds seem to be against them But true love knows no bounds Overcomes all obstacles And, ****** They're just so cute together The queen of the universe Is definitely a great matchmaker Ah, romance Ain't it beautiful?

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Feb 15, 2011

Feb 15, 2011 at 7:08 AM UTC

joe-butler

Love Against The Odds

Chickadee and Neon Appear to be in love We noticed yesterday The way they were looking at each other They have been staring Romantically Into each others eyes Since late last evening Who knows what they did Last night While we were gone? They may be different species One is a multicolored glowworm The other a blue chickadee The odds seem to be against them But true love knows no bounds Overcomes all obstacles And, ****** They're just so cute together The queen of the universe Is definitely a great matchmaker Ah, romance Ain't it beautiful?

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Just when you think the road leads to nowhere crops up the moss veiled house its crumbling bricks make greyer the sky with the hush of twilight and you rue with melancholy the night under its roof assigned for you but the old man like a seasoned spider lets you forget you're trapped for the night to his web spun from timeworn earth as you stare engrossed upon his face outlined by glowworm sparks he recounts it was all marshland he grew into bowl of harvest and how he was blessed with the most beautiful woman on earth then reaching the crescendo his words thin into whispers when he tells you his two poor eyes were not enough to hold her beauty so she putting a stone on her heart spread wings on a night like this the cornfield wilted he wizened into an endless wait with gracious death saving his bones to lighten his heart to a stranger who comes alone.

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Jun 21, 2016

Jun 21, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

To a stranger who comes alone

Just when you think the road leads to nowhere crops up the moss veiled house its crumbling bricks make greyer the sky with the hush of twilight and you rue with melancholy the night under its roof assigned for you but the old man like a seasoned spider lets you forget you're trapped for the night to his web spun from timeworn earth as you stare engrossed upon his face outlined by glowworm sparks he recounts it was all marshland he grew into bowl of harvest and how he was blessed with the most beautiful woman on earth then reaching the crescendo his words thin into whispers when he tells you his two poor eyes were not enough to hold her beauty so she putting a stone on her heart spread wings on a night like this the cornfield wilted he wizened into an endless wait with gracious death saving his bones to lighten his heart to a stranger who comes alone.

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Mayflies by Michael R. Burch These standing stones have stood the test of time but who are you and what are you and why? As brief as mist, as transient, as pale ... Inconsequential mayfly! Perhaps the thought of love inspired hope? Do midges love? Do stars bend down to see? Do gods commend the kindnesses of ants to aphids? Does one eel impress the sea? Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do the stars regret the glowworm’s stellar mimicry the day it dies? Does not the world go on as if it’s no great matter, not to be? Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose. And yet somehow you’re everything to me. Originally published by Clementine Unbound. Keywords/Tags: mayfly, mayflies, time, mist, transient, transience, pale, inconsequential, stars, sea, everything, A. E. Housman quote

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Mayflies

Mayflies by Michael R. Burch These standing stones have stood the test of time but who are you and what are you and why? As brief as mist, as transient, as pale ... Inconsequential mayfly! Perhaps the thought of love inspired hope? Do midges love? Do stars bend down to see? Do gods commend the kindnesses of ants to aphids? Does one eel impress the sea? Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do the stars regret the glowworm’s stellar mimicry the day it dies? Does not the world go on as if it’s no great matter, not to be? Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose. And yet somehow you’re everything to me. Originally published by Clementine Unbound. Keywords/Tags: mayfly, mayflies, time, mist, transient, transience, pale, inconsequential, stars, sea, everything, A. E. Housman quote

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Blue means the freedom of magnimous sky Blue means wings of a caged bird who wants to fly. Blue means romantism of spring after the harsh winter, Blue means the summon of ocean with huge waves of water. Blue means the enchanting and silent lustre of glowworm, Blue means the twilight melodies of flute, flowing quite and calm..

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC

prophecy

BLUE

Blue means the freedom of magnimous sky Blue means wings of a caged bird who wants to fly. Blue means romantism of spring after the harsh winter, Blue means the summon of ocean with huge waves of water. Blue means the enchanting and silent lustre of glowworm, Blue means the twilight melodies of flute, flowing quite and calm..

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I soar in your wake, just below your cruising attitude, a glowworm alight in your reflection. Dude, I'm looking at you!

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Nov 17, 2010

Nov 17, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC

perig3e

Reflections in a bathroom mirror.

I soar in your wake, just below your cruising attitude, a glowworm alight in your reflection. Dude, I'm looking at you!

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The window is strung with the residue of sun dried rain drops like strands of glowworm silk hanging from the aged ledge of the forever forward shuttle. They're from a storm passing through not too long ago, whose wrath still rises from the fallen leaves and souped soil on the side of the busy city sidewalks, But the sun is warm and bright and the tree line ebbing and flowing against the blue morning sky is splattered with vibrant yellows and oranges and my nose fills my lungs with the crisp breeze that stands the hair on the back of my neck and my heart skips as my mind drifts towards the wisped clouds lounging just out of reach... and my cracked lips spread... and my teeth embrace the winter kissed air... and I laugh as a warmth fills me and... I think of you.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC

c-e-smith

But the sun is warm and bright

The window is strung with the residue of sun dried rain drops like strands of glowworm silk hanging from the aged ledge of the forever forward shuttle. They're from a storm passing through not too long ago, whose wrath still rises from the fallen leaves and souped soil on the side of the busy city sidewalks, But the sun is warm and bright and the tree line ebbing and flowing against the blue morning sky is splattered with vibrant yellows and oranges and my nose fills my lungs with the crisp breeze that stands the hair on the back of my neck and my heart skips as my mind drifts towards the wisped clouds lounging just out of reach... and my cracked lips spread... and my teeth embrace the winter kissed air... and I laugh as a warmth fills me and... I think of you.

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my love for you, can not rebel. can not relax. it has an eye open. an eye closed. you're my beautiful dizzy glowworm. here... look! it's on! there... oh no! it's off. light. dark. light. dark. in this movement it resists both in light in shadow.

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC

rodin

on and off

my love for you, can not rebel. can not relax. it has an eye open. an eye closed. you're my beautiful dizzy glowworm. here... look! it's on! there... oh no! it's off. light. dark. light. dark. in this movement it resists both in light in shadow.

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I was a firefly child A glowworm in the night Burning strange colors To signify How I knew I would die Chased down Ripped to shreds For children’s amusement The abuses Came My pretty little fluttering light Inflamed in pain For your entertainment For her relief That release she needed When her knuckles Kneaded flesh Even though She never punched me The scars you see Were etched deeply And the blinking Got slower and dimmer She pulled my hair Because she cared She slapped my face Because she cared She yelled and screamed Because she cared I lost my glow Because she cared She showed her love With so much rage And the wishes Got colder and grimmer Till finally I wanted to rip My little light bulb but Out of my tired and red marked back

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC

graff1980

Firefly Child

I was a firefly child A glowworm in the night Burning strange colors To signify How I knew I would die Chased down Ripped to shreds For children’s amusement The abuses Came My pretty little fluttering light Inflamed in pain For your entertainment For her relief That release she needed When her knuckles Kneaded flesh Even though She never punched me The scars you see Were etched deeply And the blinking Got slower and dimmer She pulled my hair Because she cared She slapped my face Because she cared She yelled and screamed Because she cared I lost my glow Because she cared She showed her love With so much rage And the wishes Got colder and grimmer Till finally I wanted to rip My little light bulb but Out of my tired and red marked back

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1 A glowworm flickers like a tiny star on high ' Look, mum, look there, mum' 2 Last light of sunset old fisherman sets for home he wears a broad smile 3 Balloons in the sky it's a public holiday kids lick their ice-cream 4 Serene is the night soft breezes drift in the air roses droop in sleep 5 Over-grown grassland wild yellow flowers flourish birds fly here to rest

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Dec 3, 2015

Dec 3, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC

ms-lim

FIVE HAIKU (3rd December 2015)

1 A glowworm flickers like a tiny star on high ' Look, mum, look there, mum' 2 Last light of sunset old fisherman sets for home he wears a broad smile 3 Balloons in the sky it's a public holiday kids lick their ice-cream 4 Serene is the night soft breezes drift in the air roses droop in sleep 5 Over-grown grassland wild yellow flowers flourish birds fly here to rest

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I AM! by Michael R. Burch I am not one of ten billion—I— sunblackened Icarus, chary fly, staring at God with a quizzical eye. I am not one of ten billion, I. I am not one life has left unsquashed— scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched, pale glowworm agleam with a tale of panache. I am not one life has left unsquashed. I am not one without spots of disease, laugh lines and tan lines and thick-callused knees from begging and praying and girls sighing "Please!" I am not one without spots of disease. I am not one of ten billion—I— scion of Daedalus, blackwinged fly staring at God with a sedulous eye. I am not one of ten billion, I AM! Keywords/Tags: I, AM, ego, individual, individuality, character, Icarus, Daedalus, Ulysses, fly, gadfly, chary, wary, quizzical, questioning, panache, sedulous, heretical jesus hates me, this i know by michael r. burch jesus hates me, this I know, for Church libel tells me so: “little ones to him belong” but if they use their dongs, so long! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so! jesus fleeces us, i know, for Religion scams us so: little ones are brainwashed to believe god saves the Chosen Few! yes, jesus fleeces! yes, he deceases the bunny and the rhesus because he’s mad at you! jesus hates me—christ who died so i might be crucified: for if i use my **** or brain, that will drive the “lord” insane! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so! jesus hates me, this I know, for Church libel tells me so: first fools tell me “look above,” that christ’s the lamb and god’s the dove, but then they sentence me to Hell for using my big brain too well! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so!

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC

michael-r-burch

I AM!

I AM! by Michael R. Burch I am not one of ten billion—I— sunblackened Icarus, chary fly, staring at God with a quizzical eye. I am not one of ten billion, I. I am not one life has left unsquashed— scarred as Ulysses, goddess-debauched, pale glowworm agleam with a tale of panache. I am not one life has left unsquashed. I am not one without spots of disease, laugh lines and tan lines and thick-callused knees from begging and praying and girls sighing "Please!" I am not one without spots of disease. I am not one of ten billion—I— scion of Daedalus, blackwinged fly staring at God with a sedulous eye. I am not one of ten billion, I AM! Keywords/Tags: I, AM, ego, individual, individuality, character, Icarus, Daedalus, Ulysses, fly, gadfly, chary, wary, quizzical, questioning, panache, sedulous, heretical jesus hates me, this i know by michael r. burch jesus hates me, this I know, for Church libel tells me so: “little ones to him belong” but if they use their dongs, so long! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so! jesus fleeces us, i know, for Religion scams us so: little ones are brainwashed to believe god saves the Chosen Few! yes, jesus fleeces! yes, he deceases the bunny and the rhesus because he’s mad at you! jesus hates me—christ who died so i might be crucified: for if i use my **** or brain, that will drive the “lord” insane! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so! jesus hates me, this I know, for Church libel tells me so: first fools tell me “look above,” that christ’s the lamb and god’s the dove, but then they sentence me to Hell for using my big brain too well! yes, jesus hates me! yes, jesus baits me! yes, he berates me! Church libel tells me so!

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Date written: July 19, 2024 [email protected] Glowworm By: Yisselakh Verse 1: Oh what more is there to say About the beetle with new clothes About the beetle with a new name This as close as a speck of dust Can get to catch a star Bridge: I know it won't be far I can see the sparks And you know I'll never stray from the path And you know I'll never stray from the path Chorus: So Light the way Light the way Light the way So Light the way Light the way Light the way Verse 2: I must have been waiting Since the dawn of days As you hid within the tall grass blades When the weary eyes of dusk sway Blink between time and that eternal place I'll see you ascend above this maze Chorus: And Light the way Light the way Light the way And Light the way Light the way Light the way Bridge 2: Back to innocence, back to the ancient dream And this time, I'll stay You'll stay We'll stay And see CODA: The wasteland of sorrow We left behind Ebbs away, fades away In the light, with the night In the light, with the night Oh love of mine Love of mine Love of mine Isn't this just divine You and I And all we love For all of life

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC

SamLampyris

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 4. Glowworm

Date written: July 19, 2024 [email protected] Glowworm By: Yisselakh Verse 1: Oh what more is there to say About the beetle with new clothes About the beetle with a new name This as close as a speck of dust Can get to catch a star Bridge: I know it won't be far I can see the sparks And you know I'll never stray from the path And you know I'll never stray from the path Chorus: So Light the way Light the way Light the way So Light the way Light the way Light the way Verse 2: I must have been waiting Since the dawn of days As you hid within the tall grass blades When the weary eyes of dusk sway Blink between time and that eternal place I'll see you ascend above this maze Chorus: And Light the way Light the way Light the way And Light the way Light the way Light the way Bridge 2: Back to innocence, back to the ancient dream And this time, I'll stay You'll stay We'll stay And see CODA: The wasteland of sorrow We left behind Ebbs away, fades away In the light, with the night In the light, with the night Oh love of mine Love of mine Love of mine Isn't this just divine You and I And all we love For all of life

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I am a glowworm inching my way upon page. Tiny feet become words. Body the body of phases My light glimmers to enhance visions. I am a glowworm moving in heart Higher in moment I drift, graced by life’s existence. My form celebrates as treasure of one of Gia’s children.

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC

star-bg

GlowWorms

I am a glowworm inching my way upon page. Tiny feet become words. Body the body of phases My light glimmers to enhance visions. I am a glowworm moving in heart Higher in moment I drift, graced by life’s existence. My form celebrates as treasure of one of Gia’s children.

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