Last Minutes of a Spider

For a minute rested the spider,
when he reached the pavement.
It stretched like a black sea before him.
He wondered what had happened
to the green grass. Was it orphaned?
He was always on the move.
Today he had to cross the pavement to prove
he was a worthy one. But he had time.
As much time as he wanted.
So he caught his breath and
started off to face death.
He was carried briskly by his eight long ramifications
and yet the black sea went on and on.
Suddenly a large gleaming
monster came hurtling
towards him roaring.
The spider scuttled out of its path.
It felt the dusts wrath that was
kicked on him by the teras.
The ground of even blacker and stickier.
He realized that he could have died.
The thought did not affect him that day
because this happened to him every day.
The spider moved again and saw
Some green on the horizon.
He picked up his pace
there was breeze which he had to face.
Hey wondered was being a spider of any worth?
He could never rest on this earth.
It was always work.
Dutifully build a web,
always keep your eye open
waiting for the prey to fall into your trap.
Give the pitiful fly a wrap.
repair the web,
travel around,
eat your food,
eat your mate,
build a new web when humans destroyed them.
Since I'm a spider,
thought the spider,
I can't ever be anything more than a spider
I'll never get to know what else there is to life,
what some other creature might experience.
I might just be trapped in the wildlife.
And what gave those humans
the right to have so much power?
Why was being human much better?
By now the spider had past the grass
and reached a mass.
Little forms of humans were running around shrieking,
but they were still huge to the spider.
He pretended not to fear them.
Maybe then they would bother him.
He headed for a vacant corner
that would make a good place for a web.
That could act as his armor.
One of the humans shrieked even louder and
pointed a huge finger at him. "Look it's a spider!"
"Ewww, I hate bugs!" another one chimed in as he dreamt.
I'm not a bug, thought the spider with contempt.
"Oh, come on, you guys," said a third human.
"What's he going to do to us?
I don't understand why everyone hates bugs so much.
Ignoring what the child had just said,
the shortest one stretched out her legs and
the spider suddenly found himself underneath a shed.
As the foot descended upon him, he thought,
Humans are humans.
Spiders are spiders.
I have no control over my life-or my death.
That's the way it always has been meant.
And there's nothing I can do for it to prevent.
He felt pain, excruciating, like
all his organs were squished together.
He couldn't breathe any longer, but
he had a sudden fleeting thought
in the midst of agony that maybe
death would be better than his life
and then-blackness. No more of this lowlife.
A mother shouted out, "Cookies!"
from inside the house. There was a gust in the alleys
and the children were gone.
Those children only cared about cookies and fun.
Sad to say, a spider was smarter than them.

I really like the idea behind this. Anytime someone can write about something from a creative perspective, I'm on board. The writing is also pretty good, although there are a few things that I want to point out, most of them purely grammatical.

It felt the dusts wrath that was
kicked on him by the teras.

"Dust's" should have an apostrophe.

The ground of even blacker and stickier.

This doesn't really make sense. Should it be "The ground was even blacker and stickier," or did you forget to say what it was made of that was blacker and stickier?

He picked up his pace
there was breeze which he had to face.

This is a run-on sentence.

By now the spider had past the grass

That should be "passed," not "past."

He headed for a vacant corner
that would make a good place for a web.
That could act as his armor.

This should be one sentence, not two.

Also, the feel of this poem was a little off. While it seemed to be primarily a freeform poem without any strict rhyme or meter (which suits this particular poem well), there are the occasional rhyming lines which sort of throw things off. I don't like to make a lot of comments about the form of poetry, because a lot of the time I feel like that's a very subjective subject that really depends on the preference of the writer, but I think that you should try to pick one form and stick to it, as opposed to only occasionally rhyming.
Aside from that, I really enjoyed this poem, and I hope you keep coming up with creative new topics to write about!

Alright. I adore the idea behind this -- it's original, and it's interesting. What's better than seeing humane characteristics applied to creatures which are continually subject the our fiercest and most inappropriate fears and instincts? There's some sort of great irony in that, but I won't delve into it.

My first suggestion: break this up a bit. One stanza poems really only work well when they're short. This isn't overly long, but it's easy to get lost due to the fact that it's all in one block. You'd be able to emphasize the stronger parts more effectively if you drew them away from the rest of the lines. The same goes for punctuation -- you aren't lacking it, per say, but it's mostly in the form of periods. The beauty of poetry is that you have more freedom. Prose has to fit into general sentence and paragraph guidelines, but with poetry, you can really depart from the norm. I think there's a lot to be said for the occasional semicolon, or hyphen. They change up the flow of words, and make it seem less dry.

He was carried briskly by his eight long ramifications
and yet the black sea went on and on.

Besides formatting, the only thing I'd really suggest is to try and keep your language constant. Sometimes, especially with subjects like this, simplicity is best. The word "ramifications" just seems out of place in the poem.

Other than that, I really enjoyed this. It was a lot different from what I've seen

Ok, I really liked this idea. You did pretty good, but some of the rhymes were...forced. I have to agree with springs616. Your descriptions were good, and you did well. Good job.

This is a good poem, and it was well thought out, but there were some issues. Like said, some rhymes just didn't fit or were forced. You had a good idea, but you just need to work on it a little bit more.

No hard feelings, Tyler.

Hi ethe!

Okay! About this poem? You mention that the spider is going to face death for the first time! Which is cool and whatever. But then, a couple of lines you mention that the spider realizes that she could have faced death for the first time. Which seems weird because it seems like she is already aware of this because of the previous statement. Soooo. Where do you want to introduce this idea? By using it twice, it becomes old and not good.

Also, the black pavement part. Why is she crossing this again? This makes no sense. She wants to go so she can prove something. But, why does she have to prove this? Why is this meaningful to her? Is it just so she could face death? Why going across the pavement? Why would spiders even BOTHER to cross the pavement, for that matter? Around my home, spiders move long distances by making webs that will blow in the wind. So, we have one particular street that you have to cover your face because other wise you will have spiderwebs draping on your eyelashes and lips, etc. if you don't. And spiders will actually have their webs attached to car antennae and stuff. So, basically your spider is stupider than spiders are in real life.

And the children part seems a bit odd, if only because the spider is grumpy and just watching them. And it seems like a strange set up, like the only purpose for this set up to occur is so you can squish a spider and make a "statement" about the futility of life, etc., etc. But... poems that intend to make a statement so obviously are usually really boring.

I don't know. Research spiders and what they do and figure out if you can use a better image that is less preachy.

Hope that helps!