"waterbug" poems - Hello Poetry

The waterbug and the ladybug Fell in love with each other But they couldn't work it out They couldn't get it together Ladybug said " I can't swim " And water bugs can't fly Ladybug swung down like a swing Kissed him with her wing One touch and the connection was made Ladybugs love was real Waterbug cried tears of sadness For the first time he could feel The day's turned into years Ladybugs memories grew She took her love to the waters edge She didn't know what else to do Waterbug was there in his lillypad home So much his But still he lived his life alone Ladybug lived in his mind There's nobody like her in the water to find "Ladybug, I'll always love you" He said very sincere Waterbug then whispered in her ear "If you ever need me, I'm always here"

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Dec 30, 2015

Dec 30, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

jamie-jarrett

A Waterbug and a Ladybug

The waterbug and the ladybug Fell in love with each other But they couldn't work it out They couldn't get it together Ladybug said " I can't swim " And water bugs can't fly Ladybug swung down like a swing Kissed him with her wing One touch and the connection was made Ladybugs love was real Waterbug cried tears of sadness For the first time he could feel The day's turned into years Ladybugs memories grew She took her love to the waters edge She didn't know what else to do Waterbug was there in his lillypad home So much his But still he lived his life alone Ladybug lived in his mind There's nobody like her in the water to find "Ladybug, I'll always love you" He said very sincere Waterbug then whispered in her ear "If you ever need me, I'm always here"

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You may rip a paper heart And it may solve your problem too Or watch the water come and start To drench it till water falls through As birds may fly into the sky or dive into the dancing sea Don't ever try to clip their wings Unless you know what that will mean You selfish little waterbug Come to collect it all for you Or get crushed under someone's heel Watch your life underneath their shoe Till death may do you ever part Sons cursed to fake their every kiss Left lonely and without a heart Sociopathic son of a witch

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC

PeacefulMoth

Feel Me

You may rip a paper heart And it may solve your problem too Or watch the water come and start To drench it till water falls through As birds may fly into the sky or dive into the dancing sea Don't ever try to clip their wings Unless you know what that will mean You selfish little waterbug Come to collect it all for you Or get crushed under someone's heel Watch your life underneath their shoe Till death may do you ever part Sons cursed to fake their every kiss Left lonely and without a heart Sociopathic son of a witch

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poetry is the water under my feet as I lightly step upon the surface of its deep terrain It is the water supporting my weight; words won't let me sink The crazy part is the fact that I'm not weightless. I'm not a waterbug skittering across infinite hydrogen bonds. And I walk along the surface tension like I have never been tense; I feel all the ripples below but I cannot be influenced. * I am walking on water and therefore I must be God.

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Sep 8, 2013

Sep 8, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC

lilah-raethe

Poetry is...

poetry is the water under my feet as I lightly step upon the surface of its deep terrain It is the water supporting my weight; words won't let me sink The crazy part is the fact that I'm not weightless. I'm not a waterbug skittering across infinite hydrogen bonds. And I walk along the surface tension like I have never been tense; I feel all the ripples below but I cannot be influenced. * I am walking on water and therefore I must be God.

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Yes , "if not for you" Then comes all the banter All of the glory That we so undeservingly deserved I once surprised a waterbug (actually a roach only tinier) on my kitchen counter . I grabbed a handy jar and lid and scraped the pest into the jar intent on its oblivion . I left it on the counter intending to starve it to death . After a week had gone by it's exoskeleton turned white . All movement had stopped but it was still alive . To me it appeared it was in a state of meditation , motionless as if contemplating the most cosmic questions imaginable . This went on for another week before I began to respect the dignity of this amazing insect . Then I felt compassion and regret over what I had done so I put a drop of water in the jar to see what would happen . At first the insect remained motionless then went over to the water but stopped right at the edge and to me it appeared to give thanks before drinking any . I thought that was strange so I put a piece of bread in to see what would happen next . The same thing again happened . At first nothing and then the approach and stop and again the appearance of grace before consuming . I was so impressed I let it go after it had had its fill . Then I realized we are waterbugs compared to God and we are put into a jar here on Earth and we are starved for the words of God (Ye shall not live by bread alone but by every word that commeth from the mouth of God) and finally we are to give thanks for everything we receive in exchange for love , grace , forgiveness and ultimately life .

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Feb 12, 2022

Feb 12, 2022 at 6:40 AM UTC

South-by-Southwest

You be the title

Yes , "if not for you" Then comes all the banter All of the glory That we so undeservingly deserved I once surprised a waterbug (actually a roach only tinier) on my kitchen counter . I grabbed a handy jar and lid and scraped the pest into the jar intent on its oblivion . I left it on the counter intending to starve it to death . After a week had gone by it's exoskeleton turned white . All movement had stopped but it was still alive . To me it appeared it was in a state of meditation , motionless as if contemplating the most cosmic questions imaginable . This went on for another week before I began to respect the dignity of this amazing insect . Then I felt compassion and regret over what I had done so I put a drop of water in the jar to see what would happen . At first the insect remained motionless then went over to the water but stopped right at the edge and to me it appeared to give thanks before drinking any . I thought that was strange so I put a piece of bread in to see what would happen next . The same thing again happened . At first nothing and then the approach and stop and again the appearance of grace before consuming . I was so impressed I let it go after it had had its fill . Then I realized we are waterbugs compared to God and we are put into a jar here on Earth and we are starved for the words of God (Ye shall not live by bread alone but by every word that commeth from the mouth of God) and finally we are to give thanks for everything we receive in exchange for love , grace , forgiveness and ultimately life .

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Dear Houston, does the waterbug skittering at the bottom of the pond, searching for a meal or a lay, think that the waterlogged cardboard box floating saggy on the surface is a small planet or a constellation? Is the plastic grocery bag an Oort Cloud? When the waterbug rolls helpless in underwater currents that she can't understand, is the swirling dust, and feathers, and leaves, a whirling Milky Way to her? Is the audible rumbling of the highway the voice of the universe?

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC

joe-roberts

Trash Floating

Dear Houston, does the waterbug skittering at the bottom of the pond, searching for a meal or a lay, think that the waterlogged cardboard box floating saggy on the surface is a small planet or a constellation? Is the plastic grocery bag an Oort Cloud? When the waterbug rolls helpless in underwater currents that she can't understand, is the swirling dust, and feathers, and leaves, a whirling Milky Way to her? Is the audible rumbling of the highway the voice of the universe?

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