Bee Poems
#bees
Bee poems, nature poetry about bees. Poems about bees in relation to honey, flowers, pollination and the sun. Also erotic poems using bees and their behaviour as metaphors.
smackdownraven
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 10:52pm
15th Nov 2024 10:52pm
hum
compelling notes amuse me
seeking the melody I hear
the source of it, nature herself
green humming quietly in the background
blue floating above
yellow lighting on my soul making it shiny
the trees gently sing songs of joy, songs of sorrow
they record history and if you're listening retell it
busily tending the flowers below
shading them, so their tender blooms don't burn
the flowers sing along with the others in soprano
sweet little voices, of angels
accompanied by the hummingbirds
carefully delivering pollen...
seeking the melody I hear
the source of it, nature herself
green humming quietly in the background
blue floating above
yellow lighting on my soul making it shiny
the trees gently sing songs of joy, songs of sorrow
they record history and if you're listening retell it
busily tending the flowers below
shading them, so their tender blooms don't burn
the flowers sing along with the others in soprano
sweet little voices, of angels
accompanied by the hummingbirds
carefully delivering pollen...
#bees
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
#trees
72 reads
1 Comment
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 10:25pm
18th Aug 2024 10:25pm
BUSY...BUSY...BUMBLE-BEE
Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee!
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee!
#bees
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0 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
15th Aug 2024 12:17pm
15th Aug 2024 12:17pm
Nature Moving
One only waxes poetic,
Recounting nature's perfect kinetics.
Uses only immaculate phrasing,
To emphasise how amazing,
The stems, heavy hips.
The dropping of honey drips,
From the honeycomb,
That it's swaying whips.
The bee, hovers over, with power.
But gentle, goes into her flower.
The plosion of pollen.
What remains, the wind devours.
The cyrsos that conceals
A mirage that is real.
In flutters, her wings are spread,
A sensuous reveal
The Monarch, making love with The...
Recounting nature's perfect kinetics.
Uses only immaculate phrasing,
To emphasise how amazing,
The stems, heavy hips.
The dropping of honey drips,
From the honeycomb,
That it's swaying whips.
The bee, hovers over, with power.
But gentle, goes into her flower.
The plosion of pollen.
What remains, the wind devours.
The cyrsos that conceals
A mirage that is real.
In flutters, her wings are spread,
A sensuous reveal
The Monarch, making love with The...
#bees
#birds
#butterfly
#flowers
#nature
116 reads
5 Comments
_Skylark_
aeturnus
aeturnus
Poem Published
10th May 2024 5:27pm
10th May 2024 5:27pm
Yellowjackets
there isn't an angel in Heaven who hasn't fallen
some choose to stay down
with Eternal Roses we will forge
the Empire after time
some choose to stay down
with Eternal Roses we will forge
the Empire after time
#bees
#heaven
#love
#rose
#support
9 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 00:05am
1st Mar 2024 00:05am
The Honey Bunch
Apologies, bold daffy dill,
it's another rainy day you face
when what I think you'd rather embrace
were sunbeams taming winter chill.
But bloom you must, and bloom you will,
to set a standard for the pace
of flowers getting to first base
in vernal pollination thrill
wherein the bees showcase some skill
in load logistic micro space
with stamen like steeples in the chase
for pollen loads intent to spill...
so she, her flight path will retrace,
to bee no springtime charity case!
it's another rainy day you face
when what I think you'd rather embrace
were sunbeams taming winter chill.
But bloom you must, and bloom you will,
to set a standard for the pace
of flowers getting to first base
in vernal pollination thrill
wherein the bees showcase some skill
in load logistic micro space
with stamen like steeples in the chase
for pollen loads intent to spill...
so she, her flight path will retrace,
to bee no springtime charity case!
#nature
#bees
167 reads
8 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 9:18pm
27th Nov 2023 9:18pm
bzzzy as a bee
Where is the beatification?
Of a bee
Working away
Pollen, check. Petals, check. Honey, made.
Bzzzzzz
You only sting once,
YOSO
Then you die
Bzzzzz
Sweet nectar made sweeter by sweat
swat
Bzzzz
And droning on
The bee is so content
With the world
Of a bee
Working away
Pollen, check. Petals, check. Honey, made.
Bzzzzzz
You only sting once,
YOSO
Then you die
Bzzzzz
Sweet nectar made sweeter by sweat
swat
Bzzzz
And droning on
The bee is so content
With the world
#nature
#bees
114 reads
1 Comment
Naajir
Poem Published
25th Sep 2023 1:13am
25th Sep 2023 1:13am
Honeycomb Hideout
she wore poetry with no panties as
her verbiage dripped ambrosial.....ephemeral
hinting at her scented garden...an invitation of sorts
to come and tickle her fancy
bold and demur
a daring woman indeed
she dripped again....eclectic...elegant
in holographic ink stains
gave me an esoteric strip show...facetious in falsetto
while I moon-gazed at the phases of her Luna
igniting a particular buzz...
got me wanting to finger-part her
lotus's fuzziness..spread enriched...
her verbiage dripped ambrosial.....ephemeral
hinting at her scented garden...an invitation of sorts
to come and tickle her fancy
bold and demur
a daring woman indeed
she dripped again....eclectic...elegant
in holographic ink stains
gave me an esoteric strip show...facetious in falsetto
while I moon-gazed at the phases of her Luna
igniting a particular buzz...
got me wanting to finger-part her
lotus's fuzziness..spread enriched...
#sex
#nature
#lover
#bees
#moon
358 reads
7 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Aug 2023 8:59pm
15th Aug 2023 8:59pm
Forty Winks
Honey bees...siesta in the blooms,
Whenever it is too damned hot
And flowers seem like hellish tombs
From some Satanic afterthought
Where pollen is the Devil's dust,
Trapped in volcanic heat,
And wingbeats may erelong combust
In apiary defeat...
So please the bee to take a break,
On Acheron afternoons,
When labor is a big mistake
For Mellifera platoons,
Who wisely do not make their honey...
When it gets too fukkin sunny!
Whenever it is too damned hot
And flowers seem like hellish tombs
From some Satanic afterthought
Where pollen is the Devil's dust,
Trapped in volcanic heat,
And wingbeats may erelong combust
In apiary defeat...
So please the bee to take a break,
On Acheron afternoons,
When labor is a big mistake
For Mellifera platoons,
Who wisely do not make their honey...
When it gets too fukkin sunny!
#nature
#bees
190 reads
6 Comments
Pete66
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 11:43am
25th Jul 2023 11:43am
It's Only Natural
I would have picked you flowers up the hill
But there was a lot of bees on them
And I kept going back ‘cause the flowers were pretty
Lots of shades of purple
I kept being drawn back
Pulled by the will to connect to you
In my mind you are a stunning flower
And my attention is the attracted bees
Filling with the bounty of your beauty
As I watched the bees
I felt the bees
And I started to enjoy their movement
And that was it
I was sharing a moment
Being connected to the flowers
Connected to the bees
Connected to...
But there was a lot of bees on them
And I kept going back ‘cause the flowers were pretty
Lots of shades of purple
I kept being drawn back
Pulled by the will to connect to you
In my mind you are a stunning flower
And my attention is the attracted bees
Filling with the bounty of your beauty
As I watched the bees
I felt the bees
And I started to enjoy their movement
And that was it
I was sharing a moment
Being connected to the flowers
Connected to the bees
Connected to...
#love
#flowers
#nature #bees
#nature #bees
182 reads
1 Comment
abetterstart
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2023 11:27am
3rd Jul 2023 11:27am
jasmine
that scent she wore,
like jasmine
in full bloom,
i am a bee
in search
of her flower.
like jasmine
in full bloom,
i am a bee
in search
of her flower.
#flowers
#nature
#bees
303 reads
14 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Jun 2023 2:24am
25th Jun 2023 2:24am
Sympathy for a Bee
On Father’s Day, we all hopped into the family van
It would be a two hour drive down to the beach
As I drove through the long and winding highway
My wife yelled “A BEE!’ somewhere out of reach
“Bee still” I told my wife trying to joke about it
Thinking the little guy is more scared us than her of him
“Leave it alone” I said as I kept my eye on the road
I’ve talked to bees before and I’d have to do it again
About an hour later we stopped for quick break
(The dog had an accident and had to let her out)
Meanwhile as the kids cleaned...
It would be a two hour drive down to the beach
As I drove through the long and winding highway
My wife yelled “A BEE!’ somewhere out of reach
“Bee still” I told my wife trying to joke about it
Thinking the little guy is more scared us than her of him
“Leave it alone” I said as I kept my eye on the road
I’ve talked to bees before and I’d have to do it again
About an hour later we stopped for quick break
(The dog had an accident and had to let her out)
Meanwhile as the kids cleaned...
#nature
#bees
220 reads
10 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
20th Apr 2023 00:58am
Papa Bird, the Old Wizard
One night a country bumpkin told his friends an incredible story about an old wizard named Papa Bird. He resided alone in the mountainous area of Westmoreland. The people of the district said that he was an obeah man, but he regarded himself as a scientist. Papa Bird was no ordinary wizard; his magic was real. Moreover, he had strong supernatural powers.
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
All the witches and wizards in the district feared him because they were charlatans. Papa bird’s house was on top of a hill, and every day he would sit on the verandah and look down in the valley. When people wanted to visit...
#power
#river
#mountains
#bees
#magic
175 reads
3 Comments
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