Poems About Bees Published by Members Recently Online
#bees
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
228 reads
3 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
228 reads
3 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
228 reads
3 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
228 reads
3 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
228 reads
3 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th May 2021 8:50pm
28th May 2021 8:50pm
When A Bee, Sees Me!
How is that flower
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
#funny
#bees
#surreal
342 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
28th May 2021 8:50pm
28th May 2021 8:50pm
When A Bee, Sees Me!
How is that flower
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
#funny
#bees
#surreal
342 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
28th May 2021 8:50pm
28th May 2021 8:50pm
When A Bee, Sees Me!
How is that flower
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
Able to move
Does it have pollen
Secreted within its groove
It smells like honey
Or some kind of Mead
A very curious blossom
To bee, or not to bee, indeed!
Ah, a buttercup
Time for a jive
I'll load up my bags
And return to the hive
Anyone else seen that walking flower
Is it a Triffid or some such thing
Maybe a human will plant it
Wanna bee a bee without a sting...
by Jemia
#funny
#bees
#surreal
342 reads
1 Comment
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
Exequies for a Bee
(twenty-eight of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
#memorial
#bees
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
500 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
Exequies for a Bee
(twenty-eight of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
#memorial
#bees
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
500 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
Exequies for a Bee
(twenty-eight of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
#memorial
#bees
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
500 reads
18 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
28th Apr 2020 3:56pm
Exequies for a Bee
(twenty-eight of 30 - Official DUP NaPo/GloPoWrimo 2020)
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
Found a Bee last night
on its last leg
of its short existence.
Got me thinking. . .
a lone(r) individual
now no longer
pollinating his
surroundings, unable
to serve his Queen,
accepts his fate &
waits for the gate
to open.
This Bee lied sideways
barely moving
on my bedroom floor.
i would have set outside
but i knew he would not
survive, so i tried
to make his upcoming
demise
as comfortable as ...
#memorial
#bees
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #NaPoWriMo2020
500 reads
18 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Bees Published by Members Recently Online
