Best Honey Bee Poems
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 days with passion,
'tis morn, a tear I cry
The calm, twilight lingers as her words
soft and low
In the caress of wildflowers where life’s
tranquility forever grows.
O'! Upon thy lips such sweetness dwells
Must be God's design
Born where dandelions and wild bees
forever intertwine.
O', nectar kissed by sun untouched by
human hands
An arcadian panorama of ambrosia
upon my senses' land.
Thine gaze is my beacon in the
moonlit’s silvery velvet light.
You my guiding star ignites
for all my spirit’s journey
O' my soul’s delight
For as a life-alchemists seek nectar
deep in the mountain’s heart.
Thy love's an enchanting lore where peace
like nestling lark.
All the sages sighs, thymes' tempting lore
a beautiful pure chorus
Heather fills rolling landscapes
an untold story before us.
Yes, my love's confession takes flight
with wild abandon
In the sanctuary, a haven bathed
in golden dawn
Thy touch is a sacred psalm
a sonnet on the wind
Radiant grace, I scribe my song
on every blossom's stem
Sunlight filters through sylvan green leaves
just for you.
Thy smile, a warmth that sees my spirit
through and through.
Our love, eternal, untamed by
fleeting space or time.
A taste of heaven's dew
a love of purest and most divine.
Together, hand in hand
we'll stray through life's inviolate maze
Where wildflowers bloom
and hearts forever graze.
No jeweled crown
arrayed in silks and finery
Could display the love, my beloved
I found forever in thee.
For You are my sweet lady,
my songbird
my forever home
My wild mountain honey
where my spirit roams.
In thee, a love unbound
sweeter than sun-kissed dew
My Wild Mountain Honey
forever wild
forever true.
He
nourished
my soul with
his promises,
and like a rosebud,
I thirsted for the rain
of beautiful vows that fell
from luscious lips I loved to kiss.
His very presence lit up my world,
and for a while, I thrived in his garden.
Suddenly the sunshine sustaining me
became endless days of dreary gray.
I’m wilting here now, knowing that
nothing he’d told me was true.
A bee, he sweetly sees
new blooms as I die,
petals plucked. He
loves me; he
loves me
not.
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 Bee Honey Bee I hope
you will always want to be here.
I will wait for you with my plate
and fork and a smile full of cheer.
I'll guard and protect you as you
weave and I hope you never ever
want to leave.
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 bees
Cuddling is our touch
Watery lips, so smooth
Relationship is our bond
Kissing is our key
Lovemaking in our soul
Energy fill the earth
Combine , the birds and the bees
As I accept this ring
Yes indeed
D.L.V
I want to be a Honey Bee,
Drinking honey from flowers it goes.
Seeking knowledge from wherever I can,
I want to be a Honey Bee.
Whether it is from Bible Quotes,
Whether it is from Islamic Verses,
Whether it is from Hindu Texts,
Whether it is from Buddhist Books,
I want to be a Honey Bee,
Drinking honey from flowers I meet.
But this world is full of Flies,
Honey Bees are few in number.
Flies will come and seek for the faults,
Bees will always search for the honey.
Do not follow the way of the Flies,
But that of the path of the Bees.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SELECT 2 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Little Honey Bee
Little honey bee
flying wild and free
sees flowers all around
now he's homeward bound.
Written : 22nd July 2013
Germination bush
Pollination bee's to lush
Dwindling food source.......
Little worker bee
Hopping flower to flower
Life is a circle
Honey bee, honey bee where do you go?
To the tree, to the tree away a stone's throw
Can I come, can I come along with you?
Come with me, come with me to my home new
Will I get, will I get some honey to eat?
Yes you will, you will get honey pure and sweet
No.."If you go, bee will sting.. No"..said mom
So, I won't come along with you, I won't come
Date: 10/10/2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
lawn mowers humming
above a yellow flower. . .
a hovering bee
Date Written: March 15, 2019
Contest: 'Writing Challenge 2, March 2019 - Haiku-'
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Stop it, we’re stressed,
Our collective mind, regressed!
Searching for fields of clover,
Flower to flower. over and over.
But those planes full of bug spray,,,
A little of that and we fly astray
We just want to do our job,
But were turning into an aimless mob.
Remember we help to make your food;
Without us you might just be screwed.
And you think we will tell our honey-making facts,
We’re sorry, but that’s none of your beeswax!
So just admit it you need us more than you think,
Were out of sync, we could be gone in a blink.
We can’t find our way to our honeycomb home,
That stuff that you spray makes us aimlessly roam.
Our children need a life that’s serene,
An please, God, help us save the queen!
in my garden towards the East,
the honey bees have built a hive,
where human traffic is the least,
their busy low hum comes alive.
swishing across my garden plot,
in one and twos for the nectar,
then hum their way back to their spot,
to fill the queen bee’s honey jar!
the white lily pond to my right,
is water for their enterprise,
they stop to drink between a flight,
just a small droplet for their size!
at times they fly to acer tree,
where ladybirds have bamboo nest,
perhaps leisure and they are free,
have queen’s permission for a rest!
they truly know my garden well,
like driver of a taxi hire,
from honey suckle to blue bell,
visit the flowers they desire!
snow drops to yellow daffodils,
from tender fox gloves to sweet pea,
they are at their unceasing skills,
serving mankind without a fee!
little birds, nest near the rose bush,
in a wall of plants over fence,
flying past the bees in their rush,
living peacefully like good friends!
I watch them all day from my chair,
from under the shade of Oak tree,
they either know or just don’t care,
that men can laze as much as me!
Placement 2nd
Written 29/07/2020
petal, buds, blossoms,bees,birds poetry contest
Sponsor Silent one
There once was a friendly honey bee named “Bramble”
He loved to ramble during daylight through the trees.
One day while in the woods, he saw some tires.
They were covered with precious yellow-golden dust.
Quickly over to the tires he did buzz, a bit off track.
Bramble was not a honeybee that would slack.
When, he flew over there, he landed on his back.
Tar and oil had soaked up the precarious pollen.
That precious yellow dust covered an oil trap.
So, when he dove in to get it, he could not.
He squirmed and he tried to get up; he was stuck.
So, he stretched and he reached from his back.
After hours of buzzing struggles, he was free.
Then, he flew up from the tire into a tree,
Beautiful tassels of pollen waft in the breeze.
Since other bees were at flowers near the barn,
And dark clouds in the sky were blowing near.
He started buzzing and sounding the alarm.
The others flew together like a swarm.
All gathered pollen to take back to the hive.
Then, it was quickly taken to the drone dorms.
When the rain started pouring, all were safe
Bramble, the friendly rambling honeybee was glad.
And the moral of the story is:
No matter how independent one is,
it is always great to have willing, helpful, friends.
November 9, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Fable to the Rescue
Sponsor Carol Eastman
my love is blind
so glad you mind
your a gods treat
you make my heart beat
you see
your my
HONEY BEE
The honeybee skilfully builds her cell.
She graciously secrete the wax,
Labours hard to store it well
And blesses others with the honey she makes.
The honey bee blesses each hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every shining flower
And sweetens hearts everyday.
Her smiles sweeten
When the heart get bitter.
Her words sweeten
When the heart get sour.
She is the Honey bee;
Garnished with mellifluous teeth;
Whose personality is like that of a Queen bee;
Whose presence is as a cool stream to weary feet.
Oh, come and have a sublime taste of honey;
A gift you can't buy with money.
Come and behold the eyes dripping with honey;
From morning until evening.
Dedicated to Oyindamola Tayo