#bee
The bee is busy
Inside the luscious flower,
Sipping her nectar.
~ Poetictouch
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:08 AM UTC
Soaking in the miday sun
Evaporation has begun
Morphing from the flesh
A honeybees form is fresh
I leave the heavy earth behind
A buzzing flight inside my mind
With ultraviolet vision bright
I take a dizzy, sudden flight
Honing in on a cosmo flower
Landing on pinwheel power
Tomorrow is the truth I feel
All colors the bees will steal
Blending into amber gold
A static charge for me to hold
Collected nectar rich and deep
Is ready for the hive to keep
I follow the sun beams home
There is no time left to roam
Springtime winds bring a chill
This adventure was a thrill
My daydream is now done
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
The buzzing bee into the flower dips
And from her luscious nectar fondly sips.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
Little bee buzzing
Through the flowers
Yellow dust
A sugary gust
Little bee in the
Sunshine and his
Petals soft
He flies aloft
Honey makes
In sunlit glade.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:38 AM UTC
i wear your bruises so proudly
i want them to know i was touched
i want them to know i was loved
not just a stock of bones
iron ******* an empty throne
do you smoke out my memory
i wish i could tunnel deep
somewhere i can rest safely
knowing you can’t outrun me
your heartbeat rings in my ears
my diagnosis becomes severe
i can’t stay here, lay here
i get my runners on and walk until i slump
dump my dainty self into another way to get lost
lose and find myself with the help of rosé
my headache remains the next day
pounding in my brain
the memories reframe my gun’s face
shoot me, release it all
i can handle it, i need the sum
every word you didn’t string
i need the ribbon’s constriction
i miss your flowery diction
it would **** you but i pray for the bee sting
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
You let me have a peek into your soul
I spread my flesh to you in all
You keep asking, “why do you speak so sweet, honeybun?”
Idk, maybe because you are my moon and I am your sun
You ask why I remain close to you
Idk, I want your aroma to last eternity beyond you
You ask, “why do you put your head on my *****
Idk, maybe a knight lying on daffodils in bright sun
You ask why I cuddle so close to you even when it’s not cold
Perhaps I want to submerge in “those” mesmerizing folds
Your mind, charm, and all attract this bee
As your flower spreads, I want all of me into it to seep.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:28 AM UTC
In every field of roses,
There is one that is golden.
It shimmers and glimmers in the light,
From the Sun in the morn, and the Moon at night.
Its petals are glamorous.
Sometimes they reside inside a forest.
There’s always a bee,
For every golden rose.
The hive sees nothing,
Only the chosen bee knows.
A game played since time began,
The game of love, where few seem to win in the end.
He had found his golden rose,
They had grown rather close.
Her golden hair sparkled in the light,
Whether throughout the day or at night.
She was…glamorous,
And they bought a house near a forest.
Life seemed to be going well,
He had her and never thought of anyone else.
But sometimes bees cheat at fate’s game,
And the golden rose was a victim of this plague.
The bee came home one night,
Light emanated from the bedroom.
The bee opened the door,
And he lost everything that he could lose.
His golden rose was with another,
They had been together all night.
Evidence all o’er the floor and the king-sized bed.
They were in the bathroom,
Showering with the new, pristine shower head.
The bee had been played for a fool,
False gold covered the rose he was devoted to.
All at once, her shimmer faded away,
Her petals wilted as they decayed.
The rival bee held onto the rose,
As he kissed her on the nose,
The fool had been planning to propose,
To his supposed…golden rose.
For every bee there is a golden rose,
But there are many fakes, covered in fool’s gold.
They crush the bee, make them lose their wings,
And leave nothing but heartache that stings.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
There once was a bee
who was blown out to sea
by a disastrous gust of wind,
And though she was scared-
for beach life, unprepared-
the Patrón tasted better than gin.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
busy bumble bee
buzzing through the garden
pollinating plants!
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC
A little honey bee
Buzzing near me and the
Little flowers are so
Sweet nectar in its heart he found
He sipped and danced a joyful sight
Oh little honey bees he
Bathed in the flower's light.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Part I
(The Bee’s Lament)
The blossoms bleed no honey,
only sharp air and bitter light.
I circle fields of glass,
my wings thrumming a dying song.
The wind tastes of metal…
a scent too cold to follow.
Petals close like whispered lies,
offering only empty cups.
The queen’s throne is empty…
a silence heavier than dust.
I am a ghost in a cage of petals,
lost to a world that forgot me.
Once, my wings carried gold,
now they hum a hollow tune.
I chase a memory too distant…
a song swallowed by poisoned skies.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
*
The Honey Bee
Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Honey sweetens me and thee.
Thou art busy all the Day;
Busy Bee, thy Wings are gay.
Flowers bloom and Showers fall;
Spring is springing over All.
Thou shalt work till Daylight's end.
Golden Bee, thou art my Friend!
The Beekeeper
Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Thou dost make my Gold for me.
Labour, Bee, because thy toil
Buys my meat and drink and oil.
Thou art mine: what thou dost make,
Slave! to Market I shall take.
Mine the Bee and mine the Earth,
Mine by Right of Human Birth!
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
My mother is a spider.
Carefully crafted webs fill my childhood home.
With great care, she weaves day and night,
trapping her family inside.
We struggle but only doom ourselves further.
I am a fly,
buzzing as I wrap myself in her silken strands.
My sister is a butterfly,
flapping her wings as the webbing pulls off her beautiful scales.
My brothers are bees
who once sought bright flowers and hives of others like them.
My father is a moth,
guided to the web’s shimmering light.
Now, we all lie still, drained of life,
slowly being consumed by the weaver.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
A little bee buzzing around me
And he's collecting nectar
Around the colourful flowers
Near me and he's
Collecting nectar all day
In a sweet flowery display
Making honey so perfectly
For me to eat today.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
Who dreams
who alive?
The flower
To the bee,
Inside the hive
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Beeyond the joke!
Humble met up with his friends after work.
He had a big smile because he was thinking about her;
The bee he had kissed, remembering the bliss.
She said her name was Ever Queen.
As Humble was telling them what happened, Bee-Real said,
You know she’s got a boyfriend don’t ya? His name is Zed.
Humble’s heart sank and he said, Right! That’s it!
I’m no longer going out with anyone from this hive! I quit!
Oh come on Humble, said Blondebee.
I’m sure you’ll meet someone eventually.
Yeah right, I don’t think so, I’ll never bee loved.
You want Tiny Dancer (Blondebee started to blush).
Blondebee and Tiny Dancer hadn’t yet admitted how they felt.
Tiny had broken up with Buzzie, so all was well.
They could be together now if they wanted,
But they would have preferred if Humble hadn’t announced it.
And every girl I like never likes me.
I guess I have to bee a lonely little bee.
Why do I always fancy the wrong ones?
I’ve had enough of this place. I want to be gone…
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Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
Beeloved?
The third date was ok, Humble thought.
At least this time Blondebee didn’t look so bored.
She was up to her elbows in shopping bags.
Humble paid for the dinner and they had a laugh.
They ended the night on a triple date.Bee-Real and Love-Bee and Tiny Dancer’s date was late,
So Tiny ended up talking to Blondebee until Buzzie arrived.
They all had fun and then they said their goodbyes.
Humble walked Blondebee home and wanted a kiss goodnight,
But she said “Er, excuse me, not tonight.”
She was his friend, so why couldn’t he love her?
Humble’s confusion reigned, love was hard; oh brother!
Humble wasn’t happy, but he’d been single long enough,
And last night they all had a lot of fun.
He thought it worked well when they were all with each other,
But the two of them alone were far from lovers.
Humble remembered what The Queen had said.
Jeez, it’s like she’s in my head.
Did she see this all before me?
The psychic foresaw this eventuality.
Humble talked to Bee-Real about his situation.
Sorry Bruv, I only know real love, and not infatuation.
You like her, and she likes you.
Where’s the problem? What you gonna do?
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
Bee Happy
With Blondebee Humble was always searching,
Forever looking for the answers;
But with Bee Bee it was easy learning,
He already knew she was his enchantress.
At last Humble knew what it was to bee loved.
Bee Bee, he knew, was truly good.
Life seemed so easy now with her heart.
He couldn’t beelieve the struggle had been so hard.
Every day they grew with each other.
First came the kiss and now they were lovers.
Forever bound to love eternal.
Epics would bee written in endless journals.
Humble wrote poetry; Bee Bee wrote stories.
Each of them spoke of despair and glories.
They loved to tell tales and in each other found home.
They were two parts of one heart; no longer alone.
Their journey together had just beegun,
But already had passed many moon’s and sun’s,
And at the end of each day they lay together.
They fell asleep holding hands, like his father and mother.
Humble thought back to when he had first thought about love.
Never beelieving it could bee so good,
But at last he had found what his parents had.
In Bee Bee he had found a love that he knew would last.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 3:20 PM UTC
__B__usy as much; busy as a bee
serving sweet remarks to a Queen
The hours are long, and we’re always
swarming with activity
__E__veryday business is always so sweet, and
even given a pet named— the retirement
package for it though, kind of stings
__E__very colleague of mine seems to know
what’s the buzz; and our clientele do carry a
good scent- _something like flowers_
…just another day for the life of a bee
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 4:05 AM UTC
Golden sweet honey
Bees work tirelessly
Just for me and there
Truly nature's precious
Gift to life.
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
Little bee buzzing
All around me and
I'm watching the
Flowers blooming
And nature's canvas
Sweet nectar is waiting
For the little busy bee.
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 6:33 AM UTC
Your eyes so sharp; hint at a piercing yellow in the air-
beyond measure beyond what we lose reasons to care for.
Therefore, you shall find me down a path to the honeyed
days, when all we try to hold on to, tilts and drifts away.
While my feelings for you left me all sun-washed and
golden, now downsizing myself, inches into days.
Forever being the promise of a storm; a cause of havoc in my
heart- we meet, we fall in, fall out of love and finally depart.
Still, I’ll remain searching for the sweetness of your yellow
nectar- the tenderness we both shared. Still steeped in your
honey comb lips; as every kiss was a promise, dripping with
sweet promises, and its amber glow.
I… remain as the one still chasing after you
-an eternal hunter bee.
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 12:10 PM UTC
///a bee you see;
does all for its queen-
my honey bee, my honey queen,
so sweet are your eyes; that I prize
a honey fortune to fight for;- a deathly sting.
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
w -e may notice why the
first letter of some
title sometimes might
be a little one
R -earrangeable once
we set the capslock
botton and make it
capitalize
i -used backspace
eventually for me to
change and delete it at
the same time
S -erenade peeking at a
maiden played by
young singer deeply So
in Love
T -hey press and hold
shift key in their left
and right just to
control dull moments
in long lonely night
© Easter Sunday
March 31 2024
11:20 a.m.
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
The Dawn is rising.
The Sun is shining.
Bees are buzzing.
Birds are humming.
Butterflies are dancing.
Clouds are forming.
Rain is falling.
Water springs are flowing.
Meadows are chanting.
Flowers are blossoming.
Mountains are bowing.
Natures is playing a melody with magnificent beauty.
Hussein Dekmak
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 10:33 PM UTC