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.
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Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
17th Apr 2020 00:00am
17th Apr 2020 00:00am
Summer Lull
Sunlight comes down through the glass
And motes of dust sprinkle like snow
Though it’s not cold at all;
A warm haze permeates the house,
And a mild breeze riffles the lace curtains;
I feel a sleepiness, a haze.
This luxurious calm,
The heat a blanket and a veil
I find myself slow moving,
Like a foot in ankle deep pools,
Wading in the light
And out in the bright sun
I feel like a little mouse
Perched upon the edge of the world,
At the edge of the dining table,
Looking out over the streets
And the cars
And...
And motes of dust sprinkle like snow
Though it’s not cold at all;
A warm haze permeates the house,
And a mild breeze riffles the lace curtains;
I feel a sleepiness, a haze.
This luxurious calm,
The heat a blanket and a veil
I find myself slow moving,
Like a foot in ankle deep pools,
Wading in the light
And out in the bright sun
I feel like a little mouse
Perched upon the edge of the world,
At the edge of the dining table,
Looking out over the streets
And the cars
And...
#sun
#summer
#bees
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2 Comments
Misfitpoet89
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 6:24am
12th Apr 2020 6:24am
Return of the Worker Bee
I feel I’m on the verge of something quite new
Leaping blindly into the unknown, my fears far and few
A different career, a different path in front of me
While the finish line is what I came to see
I will apply myself to make this change
So I can meet this goal and rearrange
My life into something better than it’s been
To be able to look in The mirror and grin
Getting away from what used to bring me great joy
Now leaves me feeling like I’m a worthless toy
Soonly I hope that I can truly break free
And once more become like the worker bee
Leaping blindly into the unknown, my fears far and few
A different career, a different path in front of me
While the finish line is what I came to see
I will apply myself to make this change
So I can meet this goal and rearrange
My life into something better than it’s been
To be able to look in The mirror and grin
Getting away from what used to bring me great joy
Now leaves me feeling like I’m a worthless toy
Soonly I hope that I can truly break free
And once more become like the worker bee
#LifeStruggles
#bees
457 reads
2 Comments
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
394 reads
4 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 3:43pm
29th Mar 2020 3:43pm
HOME OF THE SWARM
The darkened hollow
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by. ...
silently beckoned,
a wooded shelter
from the storm,
the ground was hard,
there was a buzzing,
at last he'd found the
Home of the Swarm.
It was by chance
he’d changed direction,
that night the stars
glistened so bright,
when he heard a
soft murmur tell,
at each fork to
go to the right.
It was in the morning
as the sun was waking,
he saw the branches
rising up so high,
above all the other
trees in the forest,
to touch the clouds
as they floated by. ...
#trees
#narrative
#bees
346 reads
1 Comment
Northern1
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 11:56pm
20th Mar 2020 11:56pm
3 In 1
I am your natural freak
You'll find me on my knees
Observing ants and bees
Down by the winding creek
I am your difficult one
I watch events unfold
I won't do what I am told
Or aim the loaded gun
I am your flying fool
Wings of wax and fun
Soaring to the sun
Falling into your pool
You'll find me on my knees
Observing ants and bees
Down by the winding creek
I am your difficult one
I watch events unfold
I won't do what I am told
Or aim the loaded gun
I am your flying fool
Wings of wax and fun
Soaring to the sun
Falling into your pool
#sky
#bees
#rebellion
454 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
11th Mar 2020 00:02am
11th Mar 2020 00:02am
Skullcaps and Batting Helmets
Fermentation, just
a bit of
drink to show where (beneath which
earth)
the bodies lie.
Coulda been more than coincidence, and certainly
more than yOur love of petit triumph,
Such are mere ground rules to which none pay attention. The
weight of which be awaited by filth'ed truck that we see in that
street, not knowing how to dispose of each other properly.
Here, right when light becomes dark, things smell rather...
a bit of
drink to show where (beneath which
earth)
the bodies lie.
Coulda been more than coincidence, and certainly
more than yOur love of petit triumph,
Such are mere ground rules to which none pay attention. The
weight of which be awaited by filth'ed truck that we see in that
street, not knowing how to dispose of each other properly.
Here, right when light becomes dark, things smell rather...
#love
#death
#birds
#alcohol
#bees
450 reads
3 Comments
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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8 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 5:24pm
13th Dec 2019 5:24pm
beekeeper's song
telling the bees
He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings. —William Shakespeare
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
for i have no earthly friends, except my bees alone
i have never known by lesson that they carry stings
for they only cool my troubles with their healing wings
legends say hives know of marriages and deaths and births
tales of ancient egypt, river nile, and celtic mirth
midnight hums on christmas day i cannot speak about
for such myths survive not in the fire of...
He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings. —William Shakespeare
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
for i have no earthly friends, except my bees alone
i have never known by lesson that they carry stings
for they only cool my troubles with their healing wings
legends say hives know of marriages and deaths and births
tales of ancient egypt, river nile, and celtic mirth
midnight hums on christmas day i cannot speak about
for such myths survive not in the fire of...
#inspirational
#nature
#bees #tradition
#bees #tradition
656 reads
8 Comments
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
429 reads
9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 11:34am
12th Aug 2019 11:34am
early one morning
Early one morning
It is early morning the boars are back in the woods
The prostitutes sleep in dingy rooms, and rats are back
In the sewers and cats sleep on a sofa looking cute.
Soon cars will fill the street the traffic lasts till six
Then it dies down but remains until midnight.
Now it is time for the nocturnal animals to shine there
Is much food about the leftovers of our disrespect?
For nourishment which we take for granted.
Two pigeons land on the window sill looks in talk
To...
It is early morning the boars are back in the woods
The prostitutes sleep in dingy rooms, and rats are back
In the sewers and cats sleep on a sofa looking cute.
Soon cars will fill the street the traffic lasts till six
Then it dies down but remains until midnight.
Now it is time for the nocturnal animals to shine there
Is much food about the leftovers of our disrespect?
For nourishment which we take for granted.
Two pigeons land on the window sill looks in talk
To...
#horses
#birds
#butterfly
#fish
#bees
365 reads
1 Comment
AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th Jul 2019 10:49am
17th Jul 2019 10:49am
Humble B. Bumble : 18. Beeuty
Humble wasn’t a pretty bee, nor was he what you would call ugly,
But somehow he did ok with the ladies.
He got the eye, lots of smiles and feels,
But he never knew how to seal the deal.
So on he went, a lone little bee.
Most of the time, he seemed to bee quite happy,
But underneath, his heart was aching.
There was no mistaking, it was good love he was needing.
So one day he somehow managed to get BlondeBee
And sure enough, she sure was pretty,
But all the time they seemed to...
But somehow he did ok with the ladies.
He got the eye, lots of smiles and feels,
But he never knew how to seal the deal.
So on he went, a lone little bee.
Most of the time, he seemed to bee quite happy,
But underneath, his heart was aching.
There was no mistaking, it was good love he was needing.
So one day he somehow managed to get BlondeBee
And sure enough, she sure was pretty,
But all the time they seemed to...
#anxiety
#love
#relationships
#ShortStory
#bees
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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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