Sunlite Wanter Poet Alliteration

Towers of Bees

Towers of Bees

Over the city forest trees
Are hives of bees buzzing
In cubicle stacked towers with plastic flowers,
They labor for no honey, but money.

At an approximate five they fly
For they must eat and fill cool sheets,
To dream of bowers of sweet scented flowers,
When a cubicle is their own – their home

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Vijay Pandit August 9, 2017 at 6:28 PM Good depiction of people buzzing for money. Sunlite Wanter August 10, 2017 at 9:33 AM Thank you. That was once "my world."

Winged Warrior August 5, 2017 at 10:55 PM The bees are a buzzzzzing...and so is your verse...god bless...^WW^ Sunlite Wanter August 10, 2017 at 9:33 AM I appreciate your comment and your own poetry.

Heidi Sands August 4, 2017 at 1:44 PM Wow, this is great Sunlite. I like how you did this one :) Sunlite Wanter August 5, 2017 at 11:22 AM Thanks, Heidi!

Connie Marcum Wong August 4, 2017 at 12:50 PM I love the metaphor in this clever poem Sunlite! Everyone should seek out a job that at least makes them happy, because most of their life will be spent working like bees! : )