Arron Fowler

Spider - Poem by Arron Fowler

Weave webs of pure delicacy
pump fear into hearts of gigantious size.
For i am a thing of beauty but always get cries
Why all the hate when we leave a legacy.

All of us spiders just want to be loved
Life is a torment when leg count is eight.
One conversation that would be great
Guess i'll go back to my corner where spider is shoved.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Its a hard life being a spider

Comments about Spider by Arron Fowler

  • Valerie Dohren (1/9/2013 7:52:00 AM)

    What a shame that we all fear and hate spiders so much, they are not all poisonous. Good write Arron. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/8/2013 12:17:00 PM)

    cheers guys i wrote this one at 3 am last night after running away from a spider (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (1/8/2013 3:31:00 AM)

    I like the ones in my garden that eat mosquitoes. Good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 8, 2013

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