A Ladybug's Wisdom
Lora has been a featured writer in poetry publications. She is currently working on a collection of poems that feature ladybugs.
My Anthology of Ladybug Poems
I hope that you enjoy my series of ladybug poems. These are poems for children and adults that pay tribute to the humble little ladybug as she teaches us to be true to ourselves, to be kind to others, live in harmony with nature, and find contentment in life’s simple joys.
The Ladybug Poem
Although you are known
the world around;
you're firmly anchored
with feet on the ground.
A noble bug
is how they refer to you,
yet you don't pretend to be anything more
than a ladybug through and through.
A most colorful character
well regarded in folklore,
whilest other with loftier aspiration
may never receive such admiration-
indeed, could you ask for more?
No, you don't put on airs
as you climb a flower so fair,
nor for the opinion of others
do you even care.
You don't stop to think about
those that are bigger, faster,
or mightier than you;
You just continue to climb up that wall
and many marvel and say
"she is so small..."
but the little ladybug pays no mind-
she just does it anyway.
A humble little creature of this earth
so satisfied with his turf,
a divine inspiration
"to thine own self be true,"
oh little bug,
how we could all learn from you!
-Lora Hollings
Lydia the Ladybug
There once was
a little ladybug
who had a heart of pure gold...
for those who would behold,
she radiated a kind of glow.
She'd do kind deeds
like planting flower seeds
where'er she would reside,
spreading beauty far and wide
in the countryside...
As if meant
from Heaven to be sent,
to spread love
was her single intent.
One day a spider
who lived in a wood,
and heard about the little bug's
nature to do such good...
Weaved a pair of wings
from the finest lace
to match this ladybug's grace...
And for all to see as a sign
for whom it was meant,
that a life of compassion
is most noble spent.
-Lora Hollings
Happy to Be Me- A Ladybug
I'm a ladybug,
nothing more
but I'm happy to be me,
so free– with so much beauty to see.
I'm red with black spot,
not purple
or pink with polka dot–
found in field,
forest or flower pot.
On blade of grass,
limb of tree
or stem of flower,
you may even see me…
on the Eiffel Tower!
Hill or dell,
by stream
in a wood serene,
I've been to so many places…
it's hard to tell.
I'm very little
but please do not belittle,
just content to be a creature of this earth–
isn't that a measure of worth?
-Lora Hollings
The Ladybug's Day
The ladybug wakes to the dawn,
stretching wide as she yawns.
With wings,
she rides a current of air
to her lovely garden,
landing on flower so fair.
Paying a visit to her friends,
she delights in a cup of tea
with homemade scones
and warm hospitality.
Then she bids them farewell
as she returns to the place
where she dwells,
and reads from her
favorite book of poems.
How content is she
with life's simple joys!
Filled with a sense of
the magic of life
and the beauty of the Earth
of which she is part,
the ladybug says a prayer
from deep within her heart...
before she retires for the night.
-Lora Hollings
Ladybug, Oh Where Are You?
Ladybug, ladybug,
red with black spot are you,
climbing up that rose
you are in view.
Ladybug, ladybug,
oh where are you now?
The sun is down,
I don't see you around;
Tucked away
inside a rose,
do you lay
sleeping sound?
Down a country lane
or on my window pane,
do not let me look in vain...
oh ladybug, ladybug
please come back again.
- Lora Hollings
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