Best Bee Poems

Look as far and as wide as you can, my friend, 
Turn your eyes towards the sky and try to pierce infinity-
This vast unknown- 
Ponder about its existence 
Let not a single thing unexamined 
Any stunning flower untouched  
Any majestic bird unobserved 
Any magnificent...

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to see
a bee
just be a bee
is to behold
to surely see

a bee
you see
can only be
and being bee
he cannot flee
to take the 
form of
tick or flea

him being bee
him with his buzz
when I reflect
I think it does
help me to see
that being me
is all that I
shall want to be

and...

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I never enter every contest on soup 
Sometimes sponsors can be very hard to please
Achieving first place is not always a breeze
Some don’t like me writing poems about poop
Yet every person is unique in our group
Some wonderful poets with great expertise
Writing different forms with consummate...

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It's Halloween, that spooky time of year, 
when scary monsters prowl the streets all night. 
The costumes sometimes give us such a fright - 
our heads with trepidation fill with fear, 
but light the candles then they disappear. 
Young children's faces shining with delight, 
lit...

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i knew a bee that could sing

it worked for a queen and king

but they preferred honey

and paid it no money

now it sings backup for sting.
...

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In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders, 
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy...

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On my walk I chanced to see

An elephant with a bumble bee.

It was such a peculiar pairing,

And they had ice cream, which they were sharing.

The elephant was holding the ice cream cone

For the bee was on his mobile phone,

I thought wow, this is really *****...

I...

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Singing pollen songs
Lips anointed with honey
Priestess of Delphi
Filling her pollen basket
Propolis giving comb love...

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The birds and the bees are not dreams
For I baptize myself into love
As my spirit enters the ocean
My breath blows in the wind
Romanticism in the spring
Bring yourself to me
Excitement in our hearts
Our fairy tale is a charm
Hanky-panky in the pond
Passion in the birds
Honey in the...

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Honey Bee Honey Bee bring
by your charm. Your sweet
warmth from your swarm.
Makes us some honey as 
sweet as a flower. Pile the
hive full in your golden tower.
Pancakes and muffins, and
French toast. A million ways to 
eat it, I think I love your sweet
honey, the most.

Honey...

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It’s not easy to be a bee
Our crowded view of life
Sometimes the only things I see
Are trouble, toil and strife

We search to find the source of food
Then hurry to the hive
We hype the others in the mood
With waggle dance and jive

The queen, protected and aloof
Not...

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Two bee or not two bee
swarming bout me bed
I swear for sure I swatted one
I sure hope she is dead

Oh no she must have gotten me
just below my ear
the swelling it is rising
and I don't think I can hear

I run right to the bathroom
into the...

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Old Mountain tales of love spin 
     'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls 
     drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter just like a honeybee’s dance 
     in the summer’s rush.

For you ignite my...

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The lace of a Lily
and grace of a bee
the face of a flower 
and sun on the sea
Silhouette shadows
cloud painted skies
rivers of peace 
a bird as she flies 
colorful lichen
the succulents glow
still water mirrors
and Autumn’s first show
All of them captured
as moments in time
life’s truest treasure...

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these petals unfold
like thoughts of mind
heavy as the weight they bear
this benumbed september day

in the crux beyond a seed's gather
viscid drops of crimson red
carried off by wings of time
now daffing in the cooler air

the hive of mind
through torturous stings of past
grounds me thickset
in honey coated...

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