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.
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
114 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
176 reads
17 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
59 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
284 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
147 reads
6 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
11th Aug 2023 6:05am
11th Aug 2023 6:05am
Yellow daffodils .
When love was
Young
We ran wild into
trees and sunlight
Glory and groom
Green and white
Violet into rains
Yellow in magpies
And mangoes and
Daffodils
We used to run
Wild in summer and
Winter
Yellow hills
With green meadows.
Young
We ran wild into
trees and sunlight
Glory and groom
Green and white
Violet into rains
Yellow in magpies
And mangoes and
Daffodils
We used to run
Wild in summer and
Winter
Yellow hills
With green meadows.
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
104 reads
0 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
137 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
236 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
154 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
118 reads
3 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 8:25pm
30th Mar 2023 8:25pm
bumblebee
It’s quiet.
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
I mean, so quiet. So quiet you hear yourself think and you get lost in conversation with yourself. So quiet the second you hear anything you jump. But you don’t hear anything. The sun beats down silently, the lake is cool and flat as a mirror. I turn to my other side, laid up on a thick picnic blanket, red and white, on the low hill next to the house. A little house, brick, built before the town came. Before the road was there, before all the activity and movement. And away from the road you feel alone. Not in a bad way. Just alone. Alone and you know it’s only you in...
#loneliness
#sun
#bees
179 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
14th Feb 2023 1:49pm
14th Feb 2023 1:49pm
Apiary Nights!
I entertained Cupid's standard dream
Saint Valentine induced in me
Where both were drinking Bailey's cream...
And celebrating amity.
They had careers and sexy wives
And perfect homes in heaven above
For spying on our mortal lives...
Of overcomplicated love.
Every day they would conspire
To clog the web with another post
About blue pills for more desire
From the father, son, and holy ghost.
But all the while what went unmarked
Was what...
Saint Valentine induced in me
Where both were drinking Bailey's cream...
And celebrating amity.
They had careers and sexy wives
And perfect homes in heaven above
For spying on our mortal lives...
Of overcomplicated love.
Every day they would conspire
To clog the web with another post
About blue pills for more desire
From the father, son, and holy ghost.
But all the while what went unmarked
Was what...
#love
#ValentinesDay
#bees
192 reads
0 Comments
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