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Bee Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Bless my pen richard nnoli Epic Epic bee, africa, courage, dedication, deep,
Premium Member Poem Noises Charles Henderson Haiku Haiku bee, dedication, emotions,
Premium Member Poem Cunning Zombie Pollinate Flowers Able Honey Bee James Edward Lee Sr. Haiku Haiku bee, analogy, beautiful, destiny,
HONEY AND BEE ALKAS POETRY Free verse Free verse bee, humorous,
Premium Member Poem ERTH DAY 2019 Jim Yerman Verse Verse bee, earth day,
Premium Member Poem Brilliant Question if You Ask Me Caren Krutsinger Free verse Free verse bee, education, jobs, school, teacher,
And the Sun Rises Celestine Ikwuamaesi Free verse Free verse bee, philosophy,
Living In The Footsteps Darrell Collins Crown of Sonnets Crown of Sonnets bee, black love,
Dedication to Meals On Wheels People Panagiota Romios Rhyme Rhyme bee, age, emotions, inspirational, mother
A Hive Of Poetry Michael Robinson Acrostic Acrostic bee, appreciation, caregiving, dedication, deep,
For A Deep Down Debted Chat Shourya Shrivastava Alliteration Alliteration bee, anxiety, best friend, depression,
Loss Iman Roy Free verse Free verse bee, desire, loss,
Premium Member Poem Day Ground - A Haiku James Edward Lee Sr. Haiku Haiku bee, analogy, earth, engagement,
Premium Member Poem No name bee douglas pederson Rhyme Rhyme bee, funny,
Premium Member Poem haiku 77 Phyllis Babcock Haiku Haiku bee, spring,
50 Words for Poe: Blue Skies Lady Labyrinth Free verse Free verse bee, adventure, freedom, fun, humorous,
Premium Member Poem Crushing on You Kai Michael Neumann Free verse Free verse bee, crush, cute love,
The Snake Kurt Ravidas Sonnet Sonnet bee, love,
Muhammad Ali and Casus Clay stephen crenshaw Narrative Narrative bee, 12th grade, 3rd grade,
Premium Member Poem LIKE A BEE Demetrios Trifiatis Quatrain Quatrain bee, success, work,
Why did you leave me Gladwin Mathebula Free verse Free verse bee, heartbroken,
Premium Member Poem Being Young Gregory R Barden Rhyme Rhyme bee, age, joy, love, passion,
Premium Member Poem ATTRIBUTE TWO MY KNEW POET TREE BOOK EDIT TOR JAN ALLISON Verse Verse bee, for her, humorous, poetry,
50 Words for Poe: Prodigal Lady Labyrinth Free verse Free verse bee, forgiveness, freedom, love,
Premium Member Poem Queen Bee In Dog Form Lives Here Caren Krutsinger Free verse Free verse bee, angel, dog, heaven,
Premium Member Poem It Know It Was My Idea Caren Krutsinger Light Verse Light Verse bee, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Premium Member Poem THE FIRST ANNUAL POETRYSOUP CONVENTION James Edward Lee Sr. Free verse Free verse bee, community, engagement, poetry, poets,
Mom Saved These Panagiota Romios Free verse Free verse bee, childhood, memory, mother daughter,
The Rock And The Flower frost peterson Couplet Couplet bee, wisdom,
Self Piercing Words Narrative Narrative bee, deep, identity, life, self,
Premium Member Poem Honey Bee Andrea Dietrich Haiku Haiku bee, nature,
Premium Member Poem Nick The Explorer Tom Cunningham Limerick Limerick bee, humor,
poem FIDEL CASTRO ABC ABC bee, 1st grade, africa, angel,
The Book Worm On The Last Page Subimal Sinha-Roy Free verse Free verse bee, books, passion,
Premium Member Poem Bygone Days Tom Wright Lyric Lyric bee, age, eulogy, time,
Premium Member Poem A letter in ripples Anthony Slausin Free verse Free verse bee, life,
Premium Member Poem Rocket Ship Boogie Caren Krutsinger Light Verse Light Verse bee, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Cheers To The Bee Cal Barkley Rhyme Rhyme bee, funny, humorous, truth,
Premium Member Poem Saturn's Rings Lonna Blodgett I do not know? I do not know? bee, good morning, imagery, spring,
Premium Member Poem SPRING IS IN THE AIR-- James Edward Lee Sr. Haiku Haiku bee, analogy, appreciation, flower, imagery,
Unscrewed Terry Flood Rhyme Rhyme bee, desire, funny, lust,
Delhi Rape Victim Case - SALUTE TO YOU SISTER Ravi Sharma I do not know? I do not know? bee, environment, innocence, inspirational,
Specificity Aaron Fletcher Free verse Free verse bee, environment, poetry, sun, writing,
My Honey Bee warren marc Free verse Free verse bee, wife,
Base camp still intact David Smith Didactic Didactic bee, adventure, appreciation, beauty, bird,
Premium Member Poem Spirit Shadow Hamilton Verse Verse bee, spiritual,
Beespoke Laura Trueman Free verse Free verse bee, 12th grade, beauty, love,
No Good In This World Emily Krauss Free verse Free verse bee, anger, conflict, dark, emotions,
Premium Member Poem Silent Prayer Joyce Johnson Free verse Free verse bee, age, angel, prayer,
Premium Member Poem Sting Bee Richard Breese Limerick Limerick bee, abuse, anti bullying, flower,

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Bee Poem Example

A Long Loud Sigh

sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since you two spoke...
when the dead sea still hosted life,
the hanging gardens of babylon grew in sinc with the breath of the planet,
before the tower of pisa started to lean or mayan buildings were in ruin.

so you write words...any words...they might at least soothe your hurt
hold your heart in a protective shield.
you know how crippling unrequited love can be.
do you still dream of its hug...genius?

life and love share more than a first letter
(like the first letter you wrote under the veil of inspiration).
they also share good and's a flip of the coin.
either way is fine with you. you'd bathe in holy water or sell your soul.
life, love...passion...somewhere in lives, genius.

all of nature a reflection through its transparent figure glows dark 
like the shadows live in the radiant illumination of evening rays.

so let me speak of us!
recently when i tried to hold you...
you were like a ghost in the bright of day,
a phantom out of its element...
there was nothing of you...i could embrace.
when i tried to enter you a freezing cold ran through me like a winter brook.
you exhaled me 
as if i were fog on a deserted country road invisible to absent eyes.
still you were my drug of choice.
addicted, i chased the

memories fill me...
days when we would paint words,
stitch in a metaphor or two,
weave in music, 
write instruments to fill in the spaces,
ordain a voice.

i remember...

you wanted to taste me
i was overwhelmed 
how you put your fingers on my lips 
how you licked

you were that giant pine i would climb in the dead of winter
(why do they say that "the dead of winter"? winter will die 
when hell freezes over. winter isn't death it's purgatory.)
the one with the needles that punctures human skin.

come to me again and touch me...
like the butterfly does the wind...barely but thoroughly.
(is it true that just a tiny flutter of their wings could be 
the start of a hurricane? are the icebergs melting?)
i didn't just write that out loud...did i...with you I'm shy...genius.


don't show yourself.
don't speak to me.

don't bother with rising the sun today.
forget those showers you create your magic arc with,
vacuum away all the plants.
lower your wall of blue.
i'm not interested anymore in those pillowy shapes i use to love so.

i've always known it is fire that cleanses, water that burns,
it is the moon that breaks the heart,
the stars that slaps the face...with...i don't know...reality.
i've always known by the time we see a star...
in real's already extinguished...already dead.

it is our friends that will use us...our heroes that will lie to our face...
our blood will betray our trust...our teachers will fail us...
our leaders treat us like just another job...
the devout that will exhibit hatred.

still i believe. no matter what else...the rose will always survive.
the petals deceiving. they will repel all that is unholy.
grab it by the neck and squeeze out its black ooze,
leaving a gentle soul there to admire its adversary.
don't even get me started on the orchid
or even the flowers all...alphabetically.

i dare confront the beauty of nature's art unframed...
canvas loose to admire...genius!

i miss you but i am out of tears.
do drop in though. 
i can offer you a cup of dry warmth...
soothing like burning logs that crackle with laughter.


take you to my secret place.
behind the camouflage of forests dense,
where vines grow through spiral staircases 
made of turtle shells and dressed in discarded snake skins.
green is the theme there. it is everywhere,
unabridged, unabated, unaffected, undisturbed 
with a fuming, burning, yearning to be touched.
so let's...let's grab...hold...squeeze..
feel free from the cheap paradigm offered.

i don't think you know, even while you sleep, i hold your hand, genius.

dream a full rainbow on a fingernail moon night,
feel february twenty ninth its absolute might,
taste fully the slight of a pheasant in flight,
yearn eternal life, wish a vampire's bite,
concoct rhymes nicely fluffed with built in sight.

on this sombre morning the sun is blinding.
damn my eyes.
there is a negative entity drapes our children's world.
shame on us...shame on you...i need you.
i am reduced to an objective observer.
life glides on the little wings of its carrier,
its final resting point in the hands of the wind.
another life carried away on a worker bee,
busy stealing nectar from a succulent bud.
a stowaway hangs on for dear life to the flyers leg.
gets off at the next flower.
meets up with a companion to create a new life.

everything changed when I met you.
was the sun rising or the mountain sinking.
was that an orange globe against a blue sky
or a lit round hole in a sad wisp of air.

i'll play a keyless piano if you'll paint me a horizon I can reach.
i'll sing you a ballad with a single note...

i walked into my life without consideration.
maybe crawled.
all the same...
when do I get a choice.
when will they stop holding death over my head.

if i could direct a few more plays with you as my guide...
my art, my life! genius i long for your influence...
even one last time to see your face, 
unite and give you one last kiss...goodnight.

April 1 2015
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Linda
Contest Name:A Million Dollar Poem

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