Best Bee Sting Poems
bee sting
swells his nose
he's still snapping
In the catacomb of love
Honey makes' the Bees' sting
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Feelings' fit nothing like
Gloves
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But there is nothing like
Trouble sleeping in
The Catacomb of Love
When my Heart dare not
Flutter at the sound of love
Buzzing around my ears'
And Thy Heart thus sing'
In a infinite algorithms'
-Of-
Oh, Who is to say,
What could
There be
A sympathy filled
With Harmony
GF
Annoying sensation felt internally
Bees buzz buzzing and stinging
Cumulated over a heptagonal hive
Disturbing me and buzzing away I the keeper
Every sting clots the capillaries
Fierce is the swam despite the effort to keep them out
Gone are the days of sweet honey daylight, moonlight
Home, nah, this house is just fancy empty
I am standing still, nude cold stone
Justified rejected me and left me with blisters
Knocked out, blue eyes chipped teeth and nose bleeds
Lemonade with salt and vinegar, ingredients for a perfect beverage to dip in
My own self turned into multi-facets
Never intended nor thought things will turn out this way
Obviously, no human would ever dare their life this way
Paradise became a nightmare, the fall of the angels
Quenched smiles, all I asked was to silence the bitter taste
Reminiscing, flashback
Stories to be told
Truth is, I'd pretty much love to have that one more time
Under one condition, terms and conditions do apply
Veer off the bees, please
Waxed I am to be scented lotion
X-marks the spot
Yearning to dip in for treasure
Zeal of love despite the bee sting
Space-Poet
09/06/2019 @04:18
Smelt rose
Then froze
I spy
Bee fly
Stings eye
I cry
Swells up
Don't rub
Ran quick
Kicked brick
Sore toes
And nose
Face swell
Unwell
In shock
Called doc
Did check
Round neck
Bad leg
And head
Will heal
No deal
Hear buzz
Still loves
24.12.20
Buzzing around the sun
Green glistening with skin
As I finger-poke for fun
And bleed open my sin
Brother runs out from the shouts
Pouring peroxide on the prick
While in the mirror I see the doubts
Band-aid wrapping round to stick.
Memory fades from there
As hallways slip into darkness
The mind a wandering hare
The heart the harrowing lightness.
Bee whirred,
the wings,
making that,
sound,
I was occupied in that,
thinking what it meant,
I discovered it truly,
only when it had stung.