"spiderman" poems
Sat on a sedan
Spiderman took her hand.
Went down on one knee
And said
Will you marry me?
I cannot face
The rest of eternity
With each generation's
Take on modernity.
It's old fashioned values
I look for and see -
Your confidence,
Common sense,
Your honesty,
Sincerity,
Your quirkiness
And peacableness.
But most of all
Your peerless take on life
Is what does it for me.
Will you be my wife?
Spiderman, Spiderman,
How you do woo!
And you have such qualities
That draw me to you -
Your patience,
Respect,
Your considerable intellect,
Your gentleness,
Strength of mind -
I could go on at length and find
You could be my cobweb?
I could be your fly?
Could you be the man for me
Until the day I die?
What more can I say than
You may have concurred
That I do things my own way.
So can you guess?
Little Miss Muffet Said Yes!
And do you know what?
As they lay there
On that Le Corbusier chair
Without a care in the world -
And you know it's not novel
To be graphic -
They were not afraid at all.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
* *In love with Gwen Stacy
When in stasis* *
Cannot let go of the old neighborhood charm until?
*In love with Mary Jane
When the mind takes off* *
Now, I become the hero Spiderman yet a problem?
* *She leaves, no Mary Jane
And the symbiote, VENOM* *
Comes along in angry mind of the hero spurned?
* *Stuck in webs
anger as Man
Hero no words* *
Comes along in angry mind of the hero spurned?
* *I want to do something widcha'
something makes her mad
I want to do something widcha'
something makes him Mad.* *
* *I want to do something widcha'
some thing? ** *
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
You're 'heroes' aren't real people
They're drawings and hopes and tales
Real heroes are the ones that help
They're the ones that really care.
Now, don't get me wrong,
Superman is great and all
But he's really just a figure
Just strong and buff and tall.
Batman, Spiderman, they're figures too,
Their stories tell ones of crime
But I know some even better ones
Some stories really worth the time.
It's the kids that don't get noticed
The ones that are left behind
You can't put the name to face,
But they've been there this whole time.
Everyone comes before they do,
They're ready to make a change
They help, sacrifice, volunteer
And you always found it strange.
Does it seem so weird, now?
Have you grown up and seen it for real?
They're the Superman, Batman, Spiderman too
They're the ones that helped people heal.
Remember that day you dropped your books?
Remember when you felt so alone?
It's those kids that helped and lent a hand
They're the ones that should be known.
So next time you pick up a comic
Even you, in your growing age,
Superheroes are the ones in real life
Not the fighters on a page.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
Little Miss Muffet
Sits not on a tuffet
But on a Le Corbusier chair.
Curds and whey
Are not for her
As she is a vegan
And rarely eats between meals.
Along comes Spiderman,
Sits down on a sedan
And questions her
On all things entomological
And graphic novels.
And do you know what?
She is not afraid at all!
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Gusto mo kape?
'O gusto mo tayo nalang,puwede
'O Teka,biro Lang
Pangako kape lang talaga,Tara na
Ano bang gusto **** lasa?
Matamis ba?
Para kahit sa pagtimpla nalang ng kape ko ibabawi yung lasa ng nais ko sa iyo'y ma-ipadama
Gusto mo ba'y Matabang?
'Yung wala ng lasa
'Yung wala ng pag-asa
'Yung kulang sa timpla
Dahil napagod na.
'O baka Gusto mo naman
'Yung sakto lang
'Yung kahit may gusto kang iba
Ako'y patuloy paring aasa
At kahit mangawit man ng sobra
At magpawis man ng kakaiba sa kakahintay,
Sa akin ay ok lang
Kahit ako'y kaibigan lang naman,Mahal
Basta ikaw
At kung ang sagot sa lahat ay pag-papakatanga
Sigurado ako ang nangunguna.
'O baka gusto mo ng 3 in one?
'Cause you want me to be your number one fan
Just like my favorite man
Superman
Spiderman
And maybe a man of mine
Nako ano ba yan!
Ano ba talaga gusto **** lasa?
Ayoko ng manghula pa
Kaya sabihin mo na
Para di nako mahirapan pa na
Ipagtimpla ka pa.
Ah alam ko na!
Gusto mo rin ba yung lasa tulad ng aking pag-timpla?
'Yung nag-kakasalubong yung tamis at pait ng kapeng barako
Oo
Kapeng barako
Parang tayo
Kapag ang mga mata nati'y nag-tatagpo na akala mo naman ay may salitang tayo
Kung nakakapag salita lamang ang ating mga mata
Sigurado
Bistado
Aminado na gusto natin ang isa't-isa.
Pero
Teka,Kape lang ba 'to talaga?
'O meron pang iba?
Sabihin mo na
Para hindi na ako umasa pa na mahulog ka pa.
Tara kape pa
Para makasama pa kita
Ang sarap lang ma-upo kasama ka sa ating tambayan
Kasabay sa pagtanaw sa ating kalawakan.
'O kay sarap sa pakiramdam noong sandaling ika'y aking mahagkan
At batid kong ito'y panandalian lamang, Kaya
Tara kape lang
Kahit walang aminan
Dahil alam ko naman na
Tayong dalawa'y malabong mag-katuluyan.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:22 AM UTC
Walk onto a stage called life
and take a look around.
There's much to be found in such a small space,
more to give and much to take
as the curtains called and you're pulled into this performance.
Stare into the audience and pray for applause
but what if you're met with silence?
Spotlight on you as your hopes are ejected
and you my friend have just been rejected
and that is a hard thing to take.
So take a seat, a rejection seat.
Front row to your failures as they come In-ter-view.
Call it the Dragons Den the Lions Pit
and yet they ask me what kind of animal i'll be
as i sit and daydream about Spiderman in a suit
listing qualities of make believe
as he's forced to fill in a CV just like me;
not that i'm a superhero,
i'm just saving face you see,
it's just an amusing thought to ease the anxiety.
And the voluntears they come in turn.
Call em that cause they come momentarily
to remind me involuntarily
that sometimes i do need help and not all things are easy,
not all things are meant to be.
So i take a seat, will you take one with me?
As you watch that relationship sail
and wonder how did it fail?
Bon voyAge is irrelevant.
Whether it be school crush folly to divorcee
it's a learning curve right?
Hard when it seems the only thing you taught me
is what it means to feel lonely.
It's cold in that place called the one way street,
so take a seat. Pull up a chair to something that's no longer there
and share in despair as you stare at your feet.
But you will raise your head eventually.
Adopt the thinkers pose, indulge in some feelosophy.
Cause a friend once said to me that rejection is a time for reflection
and i tend to agree.
So tell me, as i stare into the face of rejection
why is it that i see my own reflection?
Am i cursed to take this personally?
It's always the shoulda, woulda, couldas that get to me.
Do they get to you?
If so take a seat.
And are you sitting uncomfortably?
Cause you shouldn't be.
Take comfort as you stare along row upon row of chairs
that stretch along beyond you and me.
Side to side, across from and diagonally.
Filling the Feartre.
There's many to be found in such a small space,
more that give and much that take
and though this may be the closing scene
there's another show tomorrow
and you and I will receive our standing ovation,
just take my hand and stand with me.
Cause this seat was only ever meant to be temporary.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
I always assume
that kids know how to be kids.
I'm sure we weren't taught the skills, were we?
No-one pointed to a tree and said,
"See that? Climb it."
And if Craig or Chris or Jamie pointed a finger
and said, "Bang!",
no referee had to discreetly whisper
"You're supposed to fall down now."
But something as natural as breathing
is falling by the wayside.
These small humans aren't kids -
not like we were.
Company is a chore for them,
screen-seeking solipsists,
and I worry for their future, constantly.
If my six-year-old self
were to appear amongst them
he would stand, baffled,
full of useless power
Like Spiderman
on the Norfolk Broads.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 5:13 AM UTC
I love you for your laughter
your soft hair
the morning routines I tried to adopt, that you have down to a science
the way you gaze into the abyss
with tender expressions
the careful footsteps
the blushing falseness
the pretty lace and ribbons
the black eyeliner and studded collars
BUT
beards and hunting and fishing
flannels and strength and handsome fellers
truck stops and smoking
whiskey and bonfires
g i joe and spiderman
but most of all batman and joker
the complications of comics
gaming on friday nights with bottles of bud
I love men and boys and women and girls and ladies and gentlemen
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
I'm in love with spiderman
he may be called off
at any time
he goes where the wind blows
at least I know he's doing good
wherever he is
meanwhile I'm surrounded
by simple states of arousal
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Kissing upside-down.
At first it seems like a fun idea.
(If spiderman can, we can, right?)
But ultimately, it's clumsy
And awkward.
They say opposites attract
But when my top lip
And your bottom lip
Try to match up together,
There's no denying,
It doesn't quite fit.
A crash-collision.
With him it was like kissing upside-down:
Cool for a while
But the top and bottom just don't match
Quite like they do right-side up,
And it lost its novelty at a steady pace.
Two different halves don't always make a whole.
Sometimes it's two of the same.
Kissing her is like kissing regular.
I don't mean regular-regular.
I mean over the moon,
Past the stars,
Around the universe and back again regular.
I mean running so fast you think your legs
Might fall out from under you
And you might learn to fly regular.
I mean spinning in circles
On an old tire swing
Until you reach that moment when you forget where you are
And feel the rotation of your organs
So you stop to watch the world swirl before you
Putting everything out of perspective regular.
As unique as 'normal' could possibly exist.
I guess
For me,
Him and her
Just didn't seem to fit
The same way
She and her
Does.
And I don't think I'll be kissing anyone
Upside-down again
For a while.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Daddy! Daddy! Can I be a superhero when I grow up? Like superman. Or batman!
of course you can. You cqn be anything you want
We no longer dream
I always wanted to be flash
Or the green lantern
I went through I spiderman phase but that passed
Then I grew up a little bit
And I wanted to be batman
I mean he is the only feasible superhero
His gadgets are possible
His martial arts are possible
As a whole he can actually happen
That's why I loved him
I still wanted to be a superhero
I no longer think it's possible
It would be fun to have laser eyes
Or sick fighting moves
But it's just a dream.....
So knowing its not possible
So we stop dreaming
We might want to save everybody
But we know its not possible
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
I've had a taste of my father's medicine
But it wasn't in any way a cure.
It stung like the strongest kind of heroine
That made me prisoner in this ****** moor.
It was an addictive transformation
Where I almost lost myself
A painful venom was set in motion
Yet I didn't want to cry for help.
I don't need those foggy glasses
I'm a man with a spider's sense
I weave courage while I kick some *****
Not a nerd who cleans his camera's lense.
But how can I be called strong
If I couldn't even beat this irony
Though I save a hundred people all day long
I couldn't protect those who are dear to me.
If only I could defeat the monster
This eight-legged demon inside me
I wouldn't have to say "In great power
Comes great responsibility."
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
I enjoy watching my baby boy’s drama
In his room, on his bed among his toys
What a superb imagination
Translated in a form of play...
A battle between the amazing legacy of heroes
Put George Lucas in the house of shame
With his famous Luke Sky walker,
In Star Wars saga
Have Sam Raimi’s done his research well?
In creating Spiderman 3?
With this “genius in the making” young child
Left alone to build his creativity
I am convinced with obvious prediction...
Hollywood superheoes would be doomed..
Here is a 2 year old boy
In Spideman suit, Acting Spiderman,
hitting the Angry bird jet
The jet punches Spiderman back.
Then, Mama is forced to sleep with Spiderman
Forced Mama again, this time to love the Man of Steel
After the gruel some battle,
Jet & Spiderman decided to sleep together
in the pink hammock with Tigger.
The proud child is happy ,
His mission is accomplished!
A bottle of luke warm milk...
Well done! He earns his trophy
Tonight he helps to save the world.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
If you ask me what a hero is
Here is what I'd say
Batman, Spiderman, Superman
Or anyone in a cape
Flying through the sky
To protect the weak
Seeking out the bad guys
To help the people sleep
Ironman is great
And the Hulk is too
So many heroes to choose from
But then I met you
The man who plays Xbox
And curses when he speaks
Drinks more beer than water
And chews tobacco leaves
Flying through the sky
To the middle east
Seeking out the bad guys
To help the people sleep
A hero in every way
So courageous and strong
Combat boots and rifle
Always brave and carries on
There are no words to thank you
For all that you do
A hero who fights
For the Red White and Blue
Fighting for freedom
In the Middle East
Seeking out the bad guys
To help the people sleep
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Idiot Man
everyone knows about the super hero dudes
the super cool who protect us from the bad and crudes
Batman, Superman, Spiderman even Batgirl too
they use their brains to outsmart villains and fools
to bring justice and kindness to a world sometimes unkind
well I searched all over the net trying to find
a way to create a new man of evil
and no it's not stuntman Evel Knievel
I call him Idiot Man and he lives up to his billing
he writes words of assnine stupidity completely filling
and entire page and more of ideas that are dumb
when he should be in the corner ******* his thumb
he cant recognize beauty when it's right there in sight
he doesn't know how to apologize to set things right
I guess it's hard to find a graceful way out
when you have left absolutely no doubt
that you are in fact Idiot Man
David Nelson ....
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
Hindi ako si superman,
Hindi ako si batman
O si spiderman.
Hindi ako pinagkalooban ng kapangyarihan.
Hindi ako super hero na kaya kang iligtas sa oras ng kapahamakan.
Pero kung ako'y iyong kailangan,
Ika'y aking tutulungan
Hanggang sa dulo ng walang hanggan.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Once again I looked at my sides,
When I decided my password needed a change,
It was rotting - really.
This gaming website required a unique password,
It required at least 10 characters,
My sides were clear and none was peeping.
It required 3 special characters as well,
2 capital letters were also required for it,
I thought for a while & decided as follows:
Superman + Spiderman + Batman + New Delhi + New York = 3SSB2ND&NY;
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
To all those people out there
who try to tell me how to run my life
I turn my back to you
I will stand my ground
I pay my bills on time,
I buy the things I need
Female products, shampoo,
razers, tooth brush, ect
SO WHO CARES HOW I SPEND MY EXTRA MONEY???
Yes I know I'm slightly obbsessed with Avengers
and I buy everything in sight that has to do with them.
BUT HEY I DO IT WITH THINGS I NEED!!!!
I needed a new bedset, my old one getting disgustingly ratty
There just so happened to be an avengers one
I needed a new bath towel,
Hey Look a cheap *** Avengers one!!!!
I needed shampoo
I found a three in one
shampoo, conditioner, body wash
3 buck! AVENGERS!!!
Sorely needed a new tooth brush
Dollar tree, Spiderman!!!!
So you see
even as I splurge
I'm doing it smartly
So to all those haters out there!
GET THE **** OFF MY BACK!!!
ITS MY LIFE
AND I WILL LIVE AND SPEND IT
HOW EVER I ******* WANT!!!!!!!!!!!
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
SUPER...MAN!
I wanted to be
your Superhero
but all the be best ones
were already taken.
Superman...Batman...Spiderman
(oh how they roll off the tongue)
Dr. Strange or Daredevil or
Green Lantern even!
So I had to become
my own one.
Now I hear you cry
kiss-less & cuddle-less
but have no fear
for I am here
created by your own
longing
a Superhero to suit you!
'It's...it's
Mr. Kiss Kiss & Cuddles Man! '
'To the rescue! '
'Oh...my hero! '
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
It's 2 am
The television is quietly mocking me,
telling me I'm too large for my skin,
and providing a simple solution:
tiny capsules of hope, plagued with consequences.
Caution: may cause nausea, infertility, and (in some cases) death;
but isn't that a fair trade for a flat stomach?
The media consumes us:
"Slim is **** you can be **** too!"
Girls get the message from early on that
what is most important is how they look;
not the poetry they speak
or the way they move their feet
but the size of their jeans.
Women in magazines and on TV portray an unrealistic ideal of what a woman should be.
They turn into objects.
And when we lose the fight for our humanity,
we lose the fight for equality.
Misogyny is bred through the over-sexualized photographs in magazines or on the TV screen,
but so is misandry.
Men are depicted as stolid creatures,
and boys grow up being told they should conceal their emotions,
but even the strongest walls crumble with time.
Chipping away slowly at the concrete until
a flood of passion or rage overwhelms them.
The emotional tyranny of masculinity is exhausting.
Boys' role models are fit, cocky, and brute:
He-man, Superman, Spiderman; and if you can't earn that label of "man" then what are you?
We have all been brainwashed.
Tainted to believe that the image of the ideal man or woman is what we should strive towards;
and no matter how tirelessly we scrub, the idea remains;
like the residue of a bumper sticker you used to believe in.
It is too late for us, but the future holds innumerable possibilities for a better world.
A world where women are not accused of provoking **** because of their short shorts and men are offended by the idea because it suggests that they are incapable of control.
A world where men aren't seen of as weak or unmanly because they express themselves emotionally outside of their bedrooms.
A world where despite your weight, gender, race, or ****** orientation you can pursue your happiness.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
My girlfriend was so pretty
And normal as could be
But then something horrible happened
And changed her entirely
One day she was sipping coffee
A spider fell into her cup
It was too late when she gagged
And realized she had swallowed the spider up
The next morning when she woke up
And scratched her sleepy head
She discovered that overnight she had grown
Eight spider legs and a giant spider head
She screamed as she crawled out the door
And shrieked when she looked into the mirror
Her spider senses tickled and twitched
And made my poor girlfriend quiver
Her life has never been the same
Being half a spider and half a lady
At first I wasn't sure I could continue dating her
I mean, just imagine starting a family and having a spider baby!
Sometimes I think and wonder
What to do with our lives
Normal is seeing your girlfriend shopping
Not chilling upside down from the ceiling watching Desperate Housewives
Sometimes its quite funny
To see her browsing at a store
Where she’d usually buy a pair of shoes
Now she’d have to buy three pairs more
When I couldn’t take her shopping
And tried to run off with the guys
She spun her spiderweb and caught me
And took me by surprise
I’m so sick of her spider antics
I really wish we were done
At first she was a lot of nice things
But now my spider girlfriend is no longer fun
I took her out to dinner
And the only thing she ate
Was a plate of fried houseflies
And a glass of lemonade
When I tried to hug her
Her eight legs wrapped me tight
They gave me such a shock
Eight legs were such a hideous sight!
I couldn't take it anymore
I broke it off with her and made her understand
But now I really regret my thoughtless decision
Because now my girlfriend is dating Spiderman.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
I’d like to name
My child
Peter
Parker
Then raise him
On Spiderman
Producing an
Intended coincidence
But it’d be
Alright
If he liked
Batman; too
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
You have these helium balloon pair of arms, that always tend to lift me up when I fall.
You raised me as part slingshot and part boomerang and no matter how far I go in life I’ll still return home.
You've taught me that we are all keys, and if I don't fit in then I wasn't made for what’s behind that door.
Sometimes, I spend too long at some doors. And I break my edges trying to fit in, till I can never open the doors for which I was made anymore.
Some days, your lessons are like the edges of a jigsaw puzzle, they’re the starting points to fix me when I’m a mess.
Your smile reminds the super glued, ice sculpture in my chest what it feels like to be warm.
I come from a long line of glass spines and barbwire teeth and my back was as bad as my bite. But you've taught me to carry the world on my shoulders and kiss Mary Jane on the cheeks.
I see the Irony of the cobwebs on your letters.
It’s not so funny when it’s on your head stone.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
Yes ok, so I had to dress up as a nun!
Me, Jack and Bathsheba in a film about
Spiderman, and dedicated to Chris Smith.
Why?
Not sure really, except Chris likes spiderman I suppose.
Anyway, enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6slctF2Ato
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
Far out of the corner of his
Eye he followed a star
Shining deep in the distant
Constilation
Dark matter concealed his
Hand out of sight
The connection was COMIC
From the hammer of Thor
Stan Lee created
Spiderman and the Fantastic four
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC