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Johnny walker Nov 2018
On a beautiful summer day
Helen and I went walking
she had loverly summery
dress on
My arm round her waist being
rather bold, I lowered my hand
Only to be struck by a terrible
On withdrawing my hand to
see a sting of huge Honeybee
that settled Helen dress where
my hand Was
Moral of the story don't presume
to much and careful to where
you place your hand, and never
rush loves progress to
Never rush the progress of love
take slow one step at a time
Druzzayne Rika Aug 2018
on dawn


another one

each beat
no winning
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Golden-yellow, silky smooth skin
the color of honey begs me for a taste.
I mustn’t forget, the last time I came to
her seeking sweetness,
I was stung.
Salmabanu Hatim Jul 2018
A warm summer night,
The moon winked at its reflection on the still lake,
A lively  crowd,
The music blared,
A barbeque party,
The smell of delicious grilled chicken made my stomach rumble,
Hurriedly I grabbed some with chips, yanked open a coca tin,
And sat down on the grass with friends.
I had worn shorts,
That was a grave mistake.
The mosquitoes were excited,
A pair of young fresh legs,
What a grand banquet,
They headed straight for my legs and arms,
"Ouch!" I cried after several stings.
"Delicious," they hummed aiming at my legs again and again.
"Hey" I don't give out  free blood samples" I hissed.
I swiped my palms on my legs.
Several lay dead.
I had killed their parents.
The mean mosquitoes took revenge,
They landed on my face,legs and arms and stung fast and furious.
I yanked a tube of insecticide repellent cream and spread on my open body parts.
"Now have your feast and die!"
That was the worst summer barbeque party.I left early.
Emmalee Jun 2018
I wish you had wanted me
Half as much
As I wanted you.
I wish you had known
That your words, they stung
They were a bee's stinger to
Bare skin- they dug.
Those words dug,
Below the surface
Until bleeding occured.
I wish you had wanted me
Just one half as much
As I wanted you.
I needed you.
K Balachandran May 2018
honey bee stung hard,
driving in its venom deep,
arresting my pain!
Janae Jul 2017
your name tickles my tongue
lips quivering like it stung
hidden message in my eyes
to know that if my heart breaks
it shouldn't be a surprise
JayceeJellies Nov 2016
I had a dream that turned into a nightmare,
We were laying on top of a jellyfish bell
We were small and in the center
Our hands were holding each other
Then I looked over and you were gone
My hand was empty and the ocean turned dark
The last thing I remember,
was being stung and waking up in tears.
Or was the ocean on my face?
Pax Nov 2015
There are times stillness hums
sometimes, boredom sung.
The longing it create, stung.
“Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.” by Ernest Hemingway
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