Poems About Bees Published by Members Recently Online
#bees
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
Honeybee Haiku
summer’s honeybee
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
#flowers
#nature
#bees
313 reads
10 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
Honeybee Haiku
summer’s honeybee
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
#flowers
#nature
#bees
313 reads
10 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
14th Oct 2020 5:36am
Honeybee Haiku
summer’s honeybee
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
nose dusted bright with pollen
a sweet courier
#flowers
#nature
#bees
313 reads
10 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
276 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
276 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
276 reads
1 Comment
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
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
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
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
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
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
DU Poetry : Poems About Bees Published by Members Recently Online
