Long Poems About Bees
#bees
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
21st Jun 2024 10:53am
(#3) Bright Blue Walls: Tell it to the bees
I’d come to dread
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
and appreciate Fridays
as I woke up shattered
[you were right]
20 minutes before my ride
as I shoved swimming gear
sandwiches
hopes & dreams
into a worn black bag.
I caught the bus with seconds
to spare. It was a hot mess of despair
as I watched tired eyes remain closed
even after sips of travel mug coffee.
I entered the building
caught my skirt in the lift door ...
#bees
#DomesticViolence
#healing
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Northern_Soul
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
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17 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
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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
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
12th May 2022 11:47am
12th May 2022 11:47am
The Hornet and the Spider
in playground quiet
childhood swings
spinster sinister spinning
spreading lattice
marking the artflow
soul pneumatics
welcoming Spring
in dark corners
for palpable thing
black diamond
vampirical suspense
queen of the hunt
indomitable
definable
exquisite
mortifiable preying
in all her splendour
corpulent
crowned with obsidian
eyes incorporeal jewels
master-crafted her world
far from other realms
interweaving
interconnected
conduits
not a thread was left ...
childhood swings
spinster sinister spinning
spreading lattice
marking the artflow
soul pneumatics
welcoming Spring
in dark corners
for palpable thing
black diamond
vampirical suspense
queen of the hunt
indomitable
definable
exquisite
mortifiable preying
in all her splendour
corpulent
crowned with obsidian
eyes incorporeal jewels
master-crafted her world
far from other realms
interweaving
interconnected
conduits
not a thread was left ...
#hope
#war
#nature
#bees
#bittersweet
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
4th Apr 2020 10:16am
Genesis 1.20 and 1.24 Reveal God's Modus Operandi
Genesis One, verses 20 and 24 POINT TO EVOLUTION as God's modus operandi.
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
It starts off with God bequeathing to Nature ("the waters..the earth") the ability
to create life ("bring forth the moving creature..the living creature..").
But not only is the original creating of life turned over to Nature,
the subsequent development of the species - speciation - is also turned over to Nature -
in the form of the very first original species or lifeforms.
For we read that way back in the beginning, God endowed each lifeform with the power to reproduce...
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
17th Dec 2019 9:05am
17th Dec 2019 9:05am
EVOLUTION is SACRED Because GOD Used It As His Tool For Creating the Great VARIETY of Species
EVOLUTION Is SACRED Because It Is Presented in GENESIS, Chapter 1, Verses 20 And 24, As The Tool GOD Used To Create All The Species.
According to Genesis One, God endows NATURE with the power to create ("bring forth") life. For God says, "Let the waters BRING FORTH the moving creature that has life..Let the earth BRING FORTH the living creatures.." But more to the point, God says, "Let them bring forth according to their kinds.." In other words God turns over to each species the work of creating life. Its called motherhood, of course. But my point here is that at the same time that...
According to Genesis One, God endows NATURE with the power to create ("bring forth") life. For God says, "Let the waters BRING FORTH the moving creature that has life..Let the earth BRING FORTH the living creatures.." But more to the point, God says, "Let them bring forth according to their kinds.." In other words God turns over to each species the work of creating life. Its called motherhood, of course. But my point here is that at the same time that...
#birds
#nature
#bees
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 8:48pm
18th Sep 2019 8:48pm
Myyupdadas (Guillaume Apollinaire came to dinner yestereve)
Unlearned
Unprincipled
unused,
like like like,
can you quantify a billion years?
or
(let's keep it simple), how's'bout just a million?
all the canon-fodder warriors, dressed in flora, stalking fauna,
wimper'ing how Bloodsport ain't so good like it used to be, when
men were Real Men
men were real
men were..............
What are these men? These want-to-be Sharks
(Too much...
Unprincipled
unused,
like like like,
can you quantify a billion years?
or
(let's keep it simple), how's'bout just a million?
all the canon-fodder warriors, dressed in flora, stalking fauna,
wimper'ing how Bloodsport ain't so good like it used to be, when
men were Real Men
men were real
men were..............
What are these men? These want-to-be Sharks
(Too much...
#anxiety
#alcohol
#bees
#admiration
#FeelingTrapped
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9 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 10:44am
17th Jul 2019 10:44am
Humble B. Bumble : 21. It's not meant to bee
Humble and BlondeBee’s latest date was at ‘Where it’s at.’
All their friends were there too, so it wasn’t that bad.
But by the end of the night, they realised there was no spark.
Sure enough, good friends they were and still are,
But there was no love, even when the two of them slow danced
And by the end of the night,
They each had the same doubts about the romance.
They arranged a date for the following day,
Because they both really wanted it to work.
They went for a fly and made their way to a pool, ...
All their friends were there too, so it wasn’t that bad.
But by the end of the night, they realised there was no spark.
Sure enough, good friends they were and still are,
But there was no love, even when the two of them slow danced
And by the end of the night,
They each had the same doubts about the romance.
They arranged a date for the following day,
Because they both really wanted it to work.
They went for a fly and made their way to a pool, ...
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#ShortStory
#bees
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Jul 2019 7:41pm
16th Jul 2019 7:41pm
Humble B. Bumble : 17. It will never bee
Humble knocked on the door to BlondeBee’s parents home
And her Mom answered the door.
Hi Mrs. Friendly, I’m here to see BlondeBee.
I’ll just give her a call.
BlondeBee, Humble’s here, are you nearly ready?
Just doing my hair Mom.
Take a seat Humble. Would you like some honey?
No thank you Mrs. Friendly, I’m all full up.
What are you two up to tonight?
Oh, we’re just going for a walk.
Make sure that you don’t go outside the...
And her Mom answered the door.
Hi Mrs. Friendly, I’m here to see BlondeBee.
I’ll just give her a call.
BlondeBee, Humble’s here, are you nearly ready?
Just doing my hair Mom.
Take a seat Humble. Would you like some honey?
No thank you Mrs. Friendly, I’m all full up.
What are you two up to tonight?
Oh, we’re just going for a walk.
Make sure that you don’t go outside the...
#sadness
#love
#relationships
#ShortStory
#bees
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 7:45pm
11th Jul 2019 7:45pm
Humble B. Bumble : 42. Beedazzled
The hornets appeared on the horizon.
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here...
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#ShortStory
#bees
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
11th Jul 2019 7:43pm
11th Jul 2019 7:43pm
Humble B. Bumble : 41. All abuzz about a bee
The name’s Humble B. Bumble; welcome to my mall.
How do you do?
If there is anything that you need, I am sure we have it for you.
Need a fresh pot of honey to go with your food?
Not a problem, keep the bottle; I saved this one especially for you two.
Do you need to buy your honey something new?
Not a problem, all honey is good here, I can make honey too.
If you see something you like, I am sure we can find you a good price.
The sugar sure is nice; we just got this frozen stuff,
You won’t believe your eyes!...
How do you do?
If there is anything that you need, I am sure we have it for you.
Need a fresh pot of honey to go with your food?
Not a problem, keep the bottle; I saved this one especially for you two.
Do you need to buy your honey something new?
Not a problem, all honey is good here, I can make honey too.
If you see something you like, I am sure we can find you a good price.
The sugar sure is nice; we just got this frozen stuff,
You won’t believe your eyes!...
#money
#food
#ShortStory #bees
#ShortStory #bees
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