Beehive Poems - Poems about Beehive

...Lost in the solitude of time they journey through the forest in their mind, searching for a path that would lead them out of the dark; the woods were so thick that they had to cut through the shrubs ......Read the rest...

...Jesus would you walk with me To find the true pure Easter egg 12 hours of daylight so we must start early. For, there are many dropping them. On every open corner, one seems to be placed. Not e......Read the rest...

...A restless mind, a frantic cage, A squirrel on a wheel, thoughts that engage. A starling's dance, a flurry, a flight, Scattered ideas, lost in the night. A beehive hum, a constant drone, Worri......Read the rest...

...I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people; Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval. I planned calm, exotic, trip itine......Read the rest...

...“Yellow is the color closest to light. In its utmost purity it always implies the nature of brightness and has a cheerful, serene, gently stimulating character. Hence, experience teaches us that y......Read the rest...

... Written: February 1st, 2024 ________________________________________ I propose they should read a poem Set it in light and let it serve as a totem Similar to a kaleidoscope d......Read the rest...

...A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte specified such so as to issue a rhyme, but proceeded as this scribe didst git linkedin with the cutting crew, mow or less......Read the rest...

...Constructed, casting a common customary cornerstone Sublime, super-strong skyscrapers successfully survive Like many other matters, aren't these too destruction-prone? They break and fall, partial......Read the rest...

...The beauty of a honey bee hive Miss queen how do you keep These workers in order Everything has to come together In preparation of this honey to thrive A constant temperature to keep On hot da......Read the rest...

...In the darkness, all birds and bees and all angels here lie asleep. The twinkling stars look down bemoaning my plight, they frown Over the Panther that crawls above As black as night, upon the......Read the rest...

..."Bonjour, in the cocktail woods" I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa ......Read the rest...

... “The End of Summer” In those days they watched for signs in the heavens numbers connected the ways that weighted the scales written in the stars a woman gave bir......Read the rest...

...Immune to judgement; I run away from my happy days, can't believe I could have hapiness too. though words hurt a lot more, they heal a lot more too. There are days when i feel most al......Read the rest...

...Today I feel iambic! I would say of all the meters, I like it the best. An iamb starts with some soft sound to say then ev'ry second syllable is stressed. Trochees likewise, alternate their str......Read the rest...

...Flapping gay garment hung on balcony bannister Trots obstinate flung spun over railing Fixated brazen Brigette immune to embarrassment Boosted bemuse formats never failing Co......Read the rest...