#bees poems on Hello Poetry

Amanda Shelton Mar 2017

Delightfull as the tree,
Delighted is the bee,
as the buzzing becomes a dance,
the bee thanks the tree
for its flowers nectar
gave him honey.

Buzzy bee's collect the nectar
so they can make their honey.

Bee kind to your neighbor,
for you never know
when you will run out of nectar.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

#life #flowers #nature #tree #kindness #honey #live #bees #neighbor

Rae Mar 2017

bees in my mind

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

studying for a test
but my mind won't cooperate
under this stress

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

writing a paper
but my thoughts are scattered
thanks to the little honey makers

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

i try to explain
that maybe it's ADD
because nobody would believe
that i have bees inside of me

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

i am walking around
without an excuse
with bees in my brain;
bees i can't let loose

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

even i have to admit
it's a little on the crazy side
to truly believe
that my mind is a beehive

but i swear if you listen
and watch me struggle
to make any small decision
you will hear the tiny, quiet, deafening

buzz buzz *buzz

am i the only one?

#love #sadness #brain #thoughts #mind #stress #struggle #scattered #bees #buzz

Raffaella Damiani Mar 2017

SILENTLY

When all the rocks
will have been thrown
and the last crumb
will be blown in the wind,

when even the final pledge
will has been violated
and just the darkness
will offer us refuge,

in the deafening uproar of the fear
your whisper
will be my guide,
the unseen
my only certainty.

I'll find you,
my soul,
and we'll raise
silently
on transparent wings
of golden bees,
above it all,
finally
free
to forget.

#soul #free #wings #uproar #bees #silently

Pagan Paul Mar 2017

A Poem With A Sting In The Tale

.
(Children's poem)
.
I'd like to sit
still and serenely
But I can't
I'm the Queen Bee.

A Queens work
is never through
there is always
something to do.

I'm laying eggs
and filling cells
and letting out
my secret smells.

I make sure
the hive is clean
and not littered
with perils unseen.

I caught Veroa
the other week
glucoside syrup
fixed me a treat.

But all of this
has its cost,
Oh! How I wish
I was born a wasp.

© Pagan Paul (16/06/16)

About a year ago I did a bee-keeping course. A week or so later a friend challenged me to write a children's poem. A couple of weeks later these two experiences collided in my head and this poem spilled out.
Its educational in so much as children can ask about certain things in the poem and a teacher can then explain them. Thus explaining how bees and hives work and interact, the many secretions beside honey that they produce etc.
Poem was published on www.bee-the-change.org.uk
PPx

#children #education #bees #apiary #bee-the-change #beekeeping

Michael Robert Triska Feb 2017

Mead

Buzz, buzz, buzz go the bees, around and around my trees.
Making for me a little honey to put into my sweet mead.
The flavors will be so sweet, when I mix water with honey.
So thank you little bees for helping to make such sweet mead.
The bees are such awesome fellows, such very hard workers indeed.
So thank you my little friends, for the work you have done for me and my mead.

I worked on this poem as I was brewing my mead.
Michael Robert Triska Copyright 2017

#alcohol #trees #drink #honey #bees #brewing #mead #homebrew

Linda Terman Jan 2017

The face:

The face.

An old man, on whom I look
The face as in tombstone carved
The long life story it tells
All defeat and heartbreak.
The country which fails;
No humanity!
Do not wake up, not wake up
Do not think for yourself!
Where is freedom?
I gave a smile, across the miles
What a joy to see;
Twenty years disappeared
on the face of the tombstone.
As to watch;
The sun breaks through
after thunderstorm
Rainbow glittering.
Seeing the summer;
hear the humming of bees,
Birds sing.
Humanity I gave!
To an old man
Old? No!
Only a burdened man

kirkeuglen
Linda T

#sun #smile #humanity #joy #face #bees

Julian Weir Dec 2016

Wisteria Palace

Mauve and purples,
flecked by light green,
the upside-down steeples,
are visited by the courtiers,
who enjoy communion over flagons of nectar,
and who have many rooms to visit,
this is their shimmering palace,
swaying lightly in the breeze

#flower #palace #bees #wisteria

Emma Elisabeth Wood Dec 2016

Bee

It is the fiery breathe of the sun
that blows bees off course in
their search for honey
nectar; what I wouldn't give
for a mouthful. Sickly
sweet, wrapping it's way
around my fingers,
licking off the golden
sugar as if I am a child
licking a cake bowl
I am fearless of their sting
the bitter sweetness that
demands their death
I am that bee, that sting,
deciding where to place
my pain, weighing up if it
is worth my life

#short #honey #bees

Erin Suurkoivu Oct 2016

******* Dry Honey

a thousand restless fingers
pluck along my nerves
and crawl swarming bees
over my flesh
******* dry honey
and I as a comb am empty
waiting on the waxing moon
to bring in the tide
exposed and littered
on the cracked seabed
lighting beeswax candles
impromptu runway lights
for those aeroplanes
who always fail to land
and wasted afternoons
fade into wasted nights
tossing to and fro
I sleep
under the cupboards instead

Featured along with other fine poems in my poetry collection, "Blood for Honey", available on Amazon or through Lulu.

#moon #empty #honey #nerves #tide #bees #exposed #waxing #comb #seabed

Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016

History forgets violence

History forgets violence, cold-
blooded, the extinguishment,
and if not, the raw,
steadied torture.

This tenderness
rose from a river of blood.
Flowers in the garden,
wafting for no particular reason,
except a calling for bees.

Beauty I pick up on,
beauty like a sunset in the field,
blooming poppies,
just another revolution,
a day on Earth.

#flowers #beauty #garden #blood #raw #history #violence #bees #torture #tenderness