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Sirad Jul 2020
Anticipating the split between two colonies
Honeybees swarm to protect their queen

Encircled by her children
The swarm become one nervous system
Moving to the sound of rhythmic beats

I swallowed the swarm
Now safe within my centerpiece
Inside my muscular comb
They found new cavities to live in
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Honey-kisssed curls dance
Calm, she whistles while she works
Nectar on her lips


This haiku is dedicated to Melissa, the Goddess of Honey.

Another goddess who I adore even though there isn't much about her either. Anytime I see bees, I like to think that its Melissa calling them as their Queen, haha! I always love to live in a world of make believe.
Thank you so so much for 368, followers, that's honestly amazing!🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
Raul M Murray Jul 2020
Woman your pretty as a flower
Scented like the dainty petals
I’m attracted to you like a bumblebee
Is to honey, I love you glamour
I fly to other sweet flowers
Savouring the fragrance of mother nature
I buzz back, your above the rest and better
Makes me want to sample your spirit
Lipstick colour like a petal, eyes that glitters
Fluttering around as your hips flow in the wind
Winnie Pooh even comes for the nectar
Every bee approaches to pollinate
A floret perfect for mankind
Michael R Burch Jul 2020
honeybee
by michael r. burch

love was a little treble thing—
prone to sing
and (sometimes) to sting

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honeydew
by michael r. burch

i sampled honeysuckle
and it made my taste buds buckle!

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Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
by Michael R. Burch

Kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’
the bees rise
in a dizzy circle of two.
Oh, when I’m with you,
I feel like kissin’ ’n’ buzzin’ too.

Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, honey, rhyme, haiku, nature, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison

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"Lu Zhai" ("Deer Park")
by **** Wei (699-759)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Uninhabited hills ...
except that now and again the silence is broken
by something like the sound of distant voices
as the sun's sinking rays illuminate lichens ...

**** Wei (699-759) was a Chinese poet, musician, painter, and politician during the Tang dynasty. He had 29 poems included in the 18th-century anthology Three Hundred Tang Poems. "Lu Zhai" ("Deer Park") is one of his best-known poems.

Keywords/Tags: epigram, epigrams, **** Wei, Chinese, translation, nature, animal, deer, park, hills, silence, sound, voices, wind, voice, sun, rays, illuminate, peace, growth, wisdom
Adrianna S E-B Jul 2020
The sweet lies you tell drip off your lips like honey.
I know that they are not true but I love when they come from you.
Every lie makes me think that one day they could be, but they're not cause they are word from you.
With every 'I love you' or 'I want to be with you' hits me in the heart like maybe this could for once be true.
However these are just meaningless words that will never be honest.
They are just lies that you say to get your way and break an already broken heart.
Imran Islam Jul 2020
I am just me,
not like others
If you don't think
about love
Then we can be
just friends.

When you'll know
me as well
Like the dove knows
the grove
Then that, will you
ring a bell?

Don't smile and gaze
at me, please
Then I will fall in love
with you
Just stop playing
with me like this!

Your moony face
keep sipping me
It feels like my dream
will come true
When you will feel
you need a honey bee.

Then I want to be
your honey bee,
Just think of me
and see
I can be and I will be
your honey bee!
Just see
Amy Perry Jun 2020
Caressing the void
With honeyed fingertips
So that when it
Swallows me whole
It does so gently.
abp
Unpolished Ink Jun 2020
Wages for the buzzing bee who works for hours and hours

among the drifting summer scent of honeysuckle flowers
Very simple
the queen is always
very busy
breeding
and seldom takes a
rest from her
seeding

if she didn't keep
producing more
bees
there would be few
to pollinate the
trees

her tireless efforts are
rarely if ever given a
thought
yet without her fecundity
no honey could be
bought  

we human beings should
offer our praise to the
queen
as she's never ceases her work
on the propagation
scene
Haruharu May 2020
You used to kiss my scars, used to cherish my broken pieces.

You promised to always be there.. to always listen.

Somehow it's changing..

"Honey" is now replaced by my name.

Your voice sounds cold on the phone, "low battery" you said.

I can't deny it, my gut is screaming.

I am losing him.

Left alone,
the way he said my name still echoes in my head.

When did your promises turn fake?
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