Kid’s Spider Poems

Year 5 Spider Poems:

Our Spider poems were written after learning about Rhyming Poetry. The children had a choice of rhyme. They could use either “a,a b,b” where every two lines rhyme, or “a,b a,b” where very second line rhymes. The children found it hard to write and the following poems are some examples of our better efforts. As you can see, all the examples below use “a,b a,b” rhyme which is somewhat easier to use.

It’s not easy to rhyme
It takes a lot of time!
To write poetry is hard
We all can’t be a bard! (“bard” means “poet”)

Year 1 Acrostic Poems:

Year 1S have also written some Acrostic poems about Spiders. Acrostic Poems use the letter of a word as the first word of each line of the poem. 

Reader’s Poems:

If any of our visitors would like to add their own spider poems, we’ll be happy to publish them for you. Just email them to us by clicking here. 

SPIDERS

Creepy, crawly, hairy things,
That will live among your rings
And when you go on a hike
They are something you won’t like

They will live all through the trees
And will even eat the bees
You might get caught in their web
But at least it’s not an ebb

Spiders can be brown or black
And will possibly bite your back
Well at least it’s not a glider
That’s because it is a spider

DADDY LONGLEGS

I’m a daddy long legs,
But my feet are the size of pegs.
I’d like to eat a wasp or bee,
Because that is so plainly me.

I would like to get a docket,
And fly up to space in a rocket.
I’d fly away to the stars,
Then to the moon and Mars.

That’s what I’d like to really do,
But if you measure me in millimetres I’m only one by two.
Even if I were taller I couldn’t do that,
I’d probably get eaten by a space cat.

To fly to space would be my dream,
But some dreams are not what they seem.
So I guess I’ll have to stay on earth,
Where I’ve been since my birth.

By Cassie

SPIDERS

Spiders do bite
But they don’t like to fight
I saw one in a tree
It had caught a flea

I saw a spider in my house
It was chasing a mouse
It ran very quick
I hit it with a stick

It was almost dead
I hit in the leg
I hit again
It was in so much pain

I found it again
In a pig pen
And then
It was The End
 

By Chris D.

DOWN IN THE MUD

here was a spider
Whose name was Hider
She was so neat and tidy
Because her friend was Hidey

Every single day she uses tweezers
And she does what ever she pleases
She even picks her nose
Well I do suppose

One day Hidey pushed Hider in the mud
She even said ‘, you are a little bud’
Hidey started to feel bad
Hider started to feel sad

How about I stop being boss
And you stop eating moss
Why don’t you come to my house
And we can play with my mouse

By Aymie

SKINNY LARRY

Skinny Larry went to Paree.
With his spider friend Harry.
When they met they had a bet.
They set a trap with a net.

They caught a snake.
Ate it like Flake.
It took them a year.
To eat its ear.

That night.
They had a fight.
It wasn’t nice.
For some mice.

Harry made a home.
On this small gnome.
Larry went back.
To his small shack.
 

By Jasmine

SPIDERS EVERYWHERE

Spiders spiders everywhere
Spiders spiders in your hair
You might see a spider chasing a mouse
You might see a spider running around your house.

Spiders sitting in a bunch
You wouldn’t see one in a bowl of punch
They’ll freak you out
Without a doubt.

They really are not a pet
You wouldn’t take one to the vet
You wouldn’t wear one for a hat
I wouldn’t squash one on a mat.

I wouldn’t give one to a cat
Which is sitting on a mat
Nor to a dog
Sitting on a log.
 

By Josh

SPIDER POEM

Once there was a spider,
She had an egg sac,
She climbed into some cider,
And heard a loud whack!

It was the owner,
Trying not to cry,
For spider was in his cider,
And he wanted to know why.

The spider was in a fit,
Scuttling up and down,
To get rid of the thing, she bit,
While over head came a frown.

The owner decided in his haste,
He should have known better,
Squash went spider, What a waste,
Now there’s a stain on his sweater!

by Stevie

BENNY’S HUNGER

As a spider lies and waits,
For an insect to come near,
Last week was last time he ate,
A noise he heard from his ear.

This spider, Benny, is his name,
As he sat, just waiting,
He hadn’t been the same,
This hunger he was hating.

All the bugs, beetles, flies,
Had somehow flown away,
Not a single one he sees through eight eyes,
He had been feeling ill for more than a day.

As he sat in a sticky web still,
He saw a little fly,
So glad he wouldn’t be so ill,
So glad he wouldn’t die.

The fly was peacefully flying,
It hit the web and was trapped,
And then it started dying,
Then with silk it was wrapped.
 

By Rachel

A SPIDER THAT LIVES IN PEGS

A spider has eight legs,
There’s spider’s living in our pegs.
A spider is near,
I listen with my ear.

I heard a noise,
It was my brother’s toys.
I saw the spider eat a fly,
So it wouldn’t die.

I bent down,
It was brown.
It was very fat,
It looked like a cat.

It had tiny legs,
It lived in the red pegs.
It had a face like a bee,
It stood up so it looked like a tree.
 

By Kaitlin

SAMMY THE SPIDER

One sunny morning Sammy the spider
Sat in his web and had a cider.
He snuggled in his jumper tight.
It had been a very cold night.

Can I have an egg?
I need one I beg.
So he went to the shop
But instead he bought a lollipop.

He sucked on it all day
Until it had all gone away.
The next day he went to the shop
But he didn’t buy a lollipop.

He bought a pair of shoes.
It was very hard to choose.
He decided to go home.
But he saw and bought a garden gnome.

SPIDERS

Spiders are creatures
That have many features
I like the type that don’t bite
They’re cool but they can give you a fright

I like what they can do
They’re great as pets for you
They eat harmful insects
They are easy to suspect

They live all over the world
Their legs can be curled
I see spiders everywhere
I’ve seen nearly 20 spiders there

I wonder why they came
They may not be tame
They aren’t very long
They are very strong!
 

By Max

Year 1 Acrostic Spider Poems:

Year 1S have also written some Acrostic poems about Spiders. Acrostic Poems use the letter of a word as the first word of each line of the poem. We think they’ve done a great job for Year 1 students, don’t you?
Here they are:

Spider Spider
People are scared of spiders.
It has eight legs.
Different spiders are venomous.
Each spider builds different webs.
Red-back spiders are venomous.

Spider Spider
People are scared of some spiders.
Insects mostly get killed by spiders.
Daddy-long-legs have very long legs.
Every spider has fangs.
Red-backs are dangerous.

Spider Spider
People run into spider webs.
In some countries there are lots of spiders.
Different spiders make different webs.
Each spider has fangs.
Running spiders have eight legs.

Spider Spider
People are scared of spiders.
It is venomous.
Daddy-long-legs eat other spiders.
Every spider has many eyes.
Red-backs

Spider Spider
People are scared of spiders.
Insects fly into a spider’s web.
Dangerous spiders can kill you.
Every bird eating spider eats birds.
Red-backs have

Spider Spider
People are scared of spiders.
I’m a red-back. I’m small but I bite.
Daddy-long-legs eat bad spiders.
Every spider has eight legs.
Red-backs have red stripes.

Spider Spider
People are scared of spiders.
Insects are trapped in the web.
Dangerous spiders are venomous.
Every spider has two body parts.
Red-back spiders are venomous.

Here’s our reader’s Spider Poems

They come from all over the world, which is great!! Please send in your contributions and we’ll be happy to publish them. Just email them to us by clicking here. Please only send original poems or if not, please include the author so we can give credit where credit is due!!

She Toils

Toiling till the race is run

a woman’s work is never done.

But undone,

unstrung,

unsung

skyward flung

in reckless abandon.

Still she toils

to repair the spoils

before dusk

with movement brusque

‘ere she be called lusk

before evening’s heady musk

descends all around.

No wonder she, without remorse

devours mate, a delicate course

with appreciation

for the copulation

so a new generation

will join life’s creation

and toil, or be devoured.

Cheryl Kp

2014 copyright poem and photo

Love your site!

I Love Spiders,

yes i do,
I love spiders
how bout you?
Big and small
I love them all.
Like to watch them craw and crawl,
they do not scare me at all.
I love spiders
yes i do,
I love spiders
how bout you?

– Sean

My Spider by Devin (age 10)

I have a friend that’s a spider,
I made him a spider web frame.

In the autumn he likes to drink cider,
And on his web to play a game.

He thanked me so much for his gift,
It really, really, really gave him a lift !

Busy Sadie

There is a graceful lady outside my window

weaving every minute.

Weaving a net out of silvery web

to catch her food with in it.

She works and weaves without taking ease

and she hangs from a thread that sweys.

She’s quiet a graceful lady

and her name is Busy Sadie.

She walks across her silvery silk

and wraps up bugs in her cottony milk

and drinks the dew left by the moon

but falls to die all far too soon.

Then dancing the dance of the spiders death

she falls from her web with her final breath.

Her children go uncounted as they crawl away from the nest

And start a life all on their own and weave themselves a silvery home

I guess they know what’s best.
 

Beverly K. Hall

Spider, Spider

Spider, spider, on the wall,

Spider, spider, don’t you fall.

Spider, spider, the most frightening of them all,

Spider, spider, with your long black legs on the wall.

Spider, spider, spin your web,

Spider, spider, may my fear ebb.
 

Hiya! I know this poem is a little similar to a poem posted on your webpage [a great webpage, by the way!] but I wrote it in 2004 and had it published in my own poetry book “Above The Clouds: Poems by Paula Glynn” in 2006. It is registered with the British library, although there are only 50 copies published.

Nature’s Work of Art

I see a work of art shimmering in the light.
Before the sun goes down, it hits it just right
To make a rainbow effect within silken lines,
And I see its creator resting on my chimes.

Soon she’ll come out and go to her lair
And then her masterpiece she’ll soon repair.
A yellow eye is tattooed on her abdomen of beige.
It is quite noticeable when she takes center stage

Within her sticky structure she built for prey.
With a blackened sky she felt her way,
Around and around, until her deathtrap was done.
And I’m admiring her work in the setting sun.

 For this little engineer respect I feel,
And I gaze with wonder at her web of steel.

Poem by Stacy Smith 

WOLF SPIDER

Lycosa frondicola

Come climb upon my back
my red velvet grains of sand.
I wish you to adorn me
my sparkling raspberry brood.
You’re my living fabrication
a bustle filigreed with shiny legs
clinging by your birth yolks.
I once carried all hundred of you
in a satchel spun of cotton.
It was a large aspirin
that I swallowed after you hatched.
You tickled me with your 800 teensy legs
crawling up my own.
Worry not, my tiny garnets,
if you fall off I’ll rush back
and let you climb upon me
hind leg to abdomen.
Your plush seat awaits you
reserved upon this mother coach.
Hold tight, my wee beasties,
the time has come for feasting.
I spy a sand fly, tired and landing.
We become the wolf we are
and dash at our savoury prey.
 

by Matt Welter 

The Red-Back’s Silent, Psychic Hunting Call by A. E. L.

I squirening images filled my head.

​Soon, my body was covered with sweat,
I had worked myself into quite a fret.

Back and forth, I kicked my feet,
Until I was trapped in tangled sheets.

Spiders all over me!
How terrible an imagination can be!

Red stripes blazing on spiders of black,
Please, I thought, cut me some slack.

I could almost feel them bite my toes,
Those red-backs, who marched on in rows.

They crawled on me,
Never let me free.

And as soon as I thought
That I’d surely be caught,

I awoke from my slumber,
And realized my blunder.

It was only a dream after all,
And then I heard the red-back’s silent, psychic, hunting call….

This poem was written by my daughter when she was 16 for her Grandmother’s 80th Birthday.

The Family

Love is like a spider,
and a family like the web.
It grows with the years and expands with time.
That’s what Grandma said!
Each strand is held together,
the bond is very strong.
Though sometimes the strands can weaken
and break if they’re left too long.
But that is what the spider’s for,
to mend the broken strands.
For although life has its problems,
love is there to lend a hand.
A family will always be there
when you’re feeling sad or scared.
And remember that if it ever breaks,
it can always be repaired.
 
By Leah Gabauer.

Here’s a poem from Sarah R. who’s 10 years old.

Spinning Spinning little spider

Spinning Spinning, go a little higher
Weave your web above my head
Then drop down on me until I
Scream     Scream

The Black Widow

So beautiful, so filled with wonder
You have class with the Arachnids
Latrodectus mactans is your scientific name
Your venomous bite is what gives your fame
Beware of her sting, she’ll get you on the arm
Fall not for her false lustrous black charm
Avoid her at all costs, don’t get to close
Her neurotoxin will take your breath away
For then they may be doing your post.

(Louis B. Caruana, Ph.D. ©1997 – all rights reserved)

Black spiders in their webs

crawling spiders too
black spiders
scaring me in the bath.
 
By Sahra Hussen, age 7, London UK

SPIDERS

Spiders are creatures
That have many features
I like the type that don’t bite
They’re cool but they can give you a fright

I like what they can do
They’re great as pets for you
They eat harmful insects
They are easy to suspect

They live all over the world
Their legs can be curled
I see spiders everywhere
I’ve seen nearly 20 spiders there

I wonder why they came
They may not be tame
They aren’t very long
They are very strong!

by Daria

In the yard, I see a spider

spinning her web
tomorrow it will glisten
and begin a chain of life and death
a moth struggles as it’s wrapped
the spider retains her milk
everyday she must continue
surviving from her art of silk
none of her captives are wasted
nor can they ever be spared
for it’s one more day of life
from each victim stuck in her lair
near summers end, I go to see
how the web and its keeper are doing
the web found vacant and torn
and on the ground, the spider struggling
caught in the jaws of a predator
it’s her last day of life
the torn web is now a reminder
that for one to live
one must die

1986 Cheryl Keck/SpydrWorks
This is a true story. I was really bummed to see her go.

SPIDER

Spins webs
Poisonous
Insects
Dark
Exciting
Rain forest

BY COURTNEY G. AGE 8

“Charlotte”

Outside the door a spider waits

Her web precise, perfect.

Unknowing prey are captured there

She’s natures architect.

I watched her weave her masterpiece

I marveled at her work.

Then saw her sneak above it all

As patiently she’ll lurk.

She is quite large, biggest I’ve seen

I’m scared, stay far away

Won’t hurt her no, but really hope

Too long she does not stay.

She may be pregnant, I’m not sure

Or maybe she’s a he.

It’s just amazing to behold

Magnificent to see.

Barb A.

An Eight-Legged House Guest

In my bed in the absence of light,
I was awakened in the middle of the night.
Under my covers something did creep
Up my leg that made me leap
Out of my bed ever so quick.
Turned on the light with a click.
On the cover was something red –
A large spider was on my bed.
Nickel-size or maybe larger was he.
From autumn’s coolness he tried to flee.
Kill the arachnid most would do,
But I didn’t feel I needed to.
Quickly I ran and got a cup.
Then with the cup I snatched him up.
I went outdoors and set him free,
Where creepy crawlies have a right to be.
 

Poem by Stacy Smith

The Spined Micrathena Poems & Photos by Stacy Smith

I walked in the space
Between my fence and shed
And then I proceeded
To raise my head
To admire the spider
That looks so unique.
I just couldn’t resist
To take another peek.
On her abdomen she sports
Some pointy projections,
Like thorns of a rose
For her own protection.
While I was by her web
An insect came by
And I instantly thought of
Howitt’s Spider and the Fly.
Just like in the poem,
The fly was doomed
When he visited her lair
And was consumed.
Although many hate spiders,
I don’t hesitate to say,
This pest control of nature
Is welcome to stay.

THE SPYING SPIDER

My bathtub is my haven
When I’ve had a busy day,
The soothing steamy water
Seems to soak my cares away.
 

Imagine my chagrin one night
When hiding from it all,
To see a big black spider
Clinging to the blue tile wall.
 

He ignored my keen displeasure
As he yo yo’d on his line—
He was practising rappelling
And his technique seemed just fine.
 

I sensed that he was spying
On my privileged retreat….
That he thought my shiny earlobe
Might be something good to eat.
 

He crawled around his universe
Inspecting every tile,
Then climbed upon his special perch
To watch me for awhile.
 

We played a game of “chicken”..
I matched him stare for stare.
He suddenly got careless
When he thought I didn’t care.
 

I snatched that interloper…
His chance to live was gone!!
I wrapped him in a tissue
And flushed him down the john!!

This is a poem that I wrote in ’94, and it has always been 1 of my  favourites…I was 14 when I wrote that poem, & living in Blackpool, UK (still am) Thanks, Tim.

Web of Deceit

You were the spider –
All legs and feet,
I watched while you spun
Your web of deceit.

I was the fly
Who was caught in your net,
Wishing, that we,
Had never met.

You were the Hawk
Who was looking for prey –
I was the mouse
Who was going to pay.

I should have seen it,
I should have known…
But when you weren’t there
I felt so alone.

If I now see her,
I run, I don’t linger,
From the girl with the spider
Tattoed on her finger!

(c)Tim Cox. All rights reserved. Permission is given to store, print, and use this poem for all non commercial ventures.

Here’s a poem sent in by the Roberts Family.

There was a spider under the bin at school
My friend and I, thinking we were cool
Poked it with sticks
And tried to make it do tricks.

Unfortunately my friend got bit
Before my eyes she had a fit
Thanks to 5A I knew what to do
Thank you people, my compliments to you.

Spider Web

She makes her web big and bright
Shining in the moonlit night.
Her web is to catch bugs you see
And she has mentally captured me. 
Night after night I watch her weave
Amazed that she does not grieve 
Over the loss of her old web.

By Neil