Best Queen Bee Poems
My Queen Bee
I have a castle of love for u,
Build with countless pride.
Sweet, glorious,
Drops of beautiful,
Pansy, julie shining bright.
I can work all day night,
Just remain by my side.
You are My Queen,
Lovely my Queen,
Ruling entire tribe.
Your eyes melts me
Touch blends me
Sleeking,
To next high.
My Queen Bee,
All I needed is,
Grow old by your side.
Categories:
queen bee, beautiful, beauty, flower, joy,
Form:
Free verse
With her queenly ego, she said, "My name is now Princess".
And so they complied ~ a loyal crew, whom by her words were led.
Then one day, she chose to change, and took the name of "Mrs."
She had a crown she did not know, the brain within her head.
Categories:
queen bee, women,
Form:
Rhyme
A fountain of dryness
Deserts flow cloud belly to the arid brown.
Inside the fountain, the bottom of zest,
The penny lay await, eye wide, no dreams died.
Here comes the mistress
In garments to her knees
Duchess of Fountain: the town of keys,
An elegance of pinkness, woman of sun.
Inside the high fountain
Between a thousand coins, pennies
Sits three
peaceful keys.
One with a tooth lodged hinged.
The mistress, Queen of bees. hands on
Oval mouth falls
with teeth shedding from wingless bees.
The second key lay tangled in green weeds
The head weld with an iced crown.
Alas, she is the mistress of bees. She is crowned.
The bees are helpless, they must bow down.
And largely to the left of her gold dress,
Like a morgue sleeper, is the biggest key -
Rough as a murder, it sleeps
With a heart on its head, jailed constrictor.
The town bees open wide as the moon.
Their hearts gears murmur softly.
The mistress has control.
She stares at the sun.
Smile heavy
Dust off her keys
Teeth all gone but hearts lay flat
Declaring her crown.
The fountain is flowing
The bees are working
They hear the keys
They are rattling.
Categories:
queen bee, beautiful, beauty, nature, princess,
Form:
Free verse
You may think it's cushy sat here on my throne
But life at the top bears a price of its own.
For though I get fed with delectable jelly
Just look what it's done to my poor royal belly!
My once waspish waist was the talk of the hive
Yet now I'm too fat for the jitterbug jive!
And gone are the pleasures of starry-eyed dating;
My days are now tied up with multiple mating!
Feel sorry for hens popping two eggs a day?
Well this dame has more than one thousand to lay.
And last but not least in this long fulmination,
They call me a queen but there's no coronation!
So should you still think that in life I regale
You might well receive a sharp sting from my tail!
03/09/18
Personification of an insect contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Matt Caliri
Categories:
queen bee, humor, insect,
Form:
Personification
Dorian Dorian was a queen bee
Went to a cafe to have a sip of tea
Waiter said,"No sugar"
Queen cried " Honey Booger"
Left the cafe for a buffet in Kruger 60
NOTES :Kruger 60 (DO Cephei) is a binary star system located 13.15 light-years from the Sun. These red dwarf stars orbit each other every 44.6 years.
Booger is an imaginary monster used to frighten children.
Categories:
queen bee, fun,
Form:
Limerick
She is the gentlemen’s ultimate one dream girl,
She is a rogue who pompously goes the world in a swirl.
She is so called to be the best Queen Bee of all,
Deep inside is a rake Wanna bee of one famous gal.
She wears a smiling crown around her lovely hairy head,
Her sweetest angel scent smells like those flowery scented thread.
She’s a an ideal queen with a truly humbled personality,
That girl who wears a crown is childish in a comic reality.
She explicitly tells about her real emotions,
She’s obviously genuine in giving her friends’ attentions.
She easily gets irritated when they mock at her,
That childish reaction is so much funny to stare.
She is someone who I so always adore,
Confidences I see are fiery raging and soar.
That Queen in a yellow dress that always looks amazing,
Is a Queen on Demetrius fire who is incredibly fine and stunning.
Categories:
queen bee, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Queen Bee
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Great Queen, I hear your song.
Making honey with your workers... all night long.
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid sugar of life,
teased away from the flowers, one soft petal at a time.
Ever their grip tight, upon the gift of the maker,
the honey, the golden reward, of a life well planned,
and shared... among friends,
that dare to harvest it.
Categories:
queen bee, best friend, confidence, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Close to what will be?
Choose the beginning and than the end
If true to his words, she will call on thee.
The beacon shows where to find the queen bee
And flowers full of nectar, blossoming on an orange tree
Close to what will be?
The workers span out to retrieve
What miles they cover
If true to his words, she will call on thee.
Alfalfa pollen and wildflower dust
Returning and leaving and doing the same
Close to what will be?
The pollen from a spring time delight on an orchard tree
The off-spring virtually never ending
If true to his words, she will call on thee.
In a bees life it is the king-not the queen-that takes a knee
He repents and worships her
Close to what will be?
If true to his words, she will call on thee.
Categories:
queen bee, happiness, life, on work
Form:
Villanelle
Fee Bee is the Queen of the Hive
With drones to make her feel alive
She eats royal jelly
To fill up her belly
So the Hive will survive and thrive
Categories:
queen bee, nature,
Form:
Limerick
The world stood still at the birth of the Queen,
The hive was calm and serene,
She became the star of the hive,
And hums like the hive.
Her heart is like that of a dove,
Twinkling like a star in the sky above.
She poised her wings,
And won my heart with her winks.
She stings like a billowing ocean,
And leave behind empathetic emotion.
Her eyes dazzle and glitter;
Her kindness flows like a gentle river.
Her buzz like heavenly music to the ears
That linger forever in my ears.
If only everyone could have her heart,
The world would be colorful like an art.
Dedicated to Akinwale Abiodun Abidemi (Bee_Treats)
Categories:
queen bee, age, art, bird, birth,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
The Queen Bee
Hello Humble; it’s been a while since you and I first met
And I do appreciate all the time I have spent,
In the company of such a warm heart.
I remember you from the very start.
You were the last to come out and play.
Are you still the same shy bee that you were that day?
No matter; you can only bee who you are
And you are a star! Humble;
Always remember that, wherever you are.
No matter how you are feeling,
You will always bee loved,
Because Humble, your heart is truly good
And I would happily give you my Queendom to rule as your own Humble,
If I only could.
You must find yourself somebody to love.
Do not waste your time on a love that will not last;
Find somebody who is truly good
And she will love you for who you are Humble…never forget that.
I want to see you in here one day Humble,
With the love of your life.
I want you to bee married someday.
I would like to meet your wife;
She would have to bee someone very special to win your heart.
You stole my heart from the very start.
Love true Humble
And Love will truly love you…
I love you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
queen bee, family, i love you,
Form:
A dog in the couch
Sighs deeply
Knowing she is cherished
Not so long ago,
She was being kicked and beaten
In a house, not a home…
She welcome death
Once upon a time, long ago.
She is the queen bee here,
Six years commanding and being
Graced by humans who were as kind
As the others were mean.
When they are called home
She will be sitting on the couch waiting
After vouching for them
Along with their other pets
Who have already taken
Their places on their
Couch in Heaven
Categories:
queen bee, angel, dog, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
Here's what I am going and willing to do
Make a pinky promise and swear an oath
unto both me and to you
Then spend the rest of every second of my entire life
Trying my level best to make you laugh
Because if have nothing else or lesser gift I have
to offer this world
Listening to the sound of your laughter
Would mean my life would have at least not
amounted to nothing
And I would then gladly leave or pass away
With a smile beaming from ear to ear upon on my face
As long as I am stuck permanently with the image
Of your smile in your face and laughter in my ears
Making me cry the happiest joyful tears
I have ohh so missed dearly out on sadly for
way too many years since I have been gone
No matter whether those reasons be deemed in future
To have been judged right or in fact wrong
As the future finally looks brighter than the past
at last
By the mere prospect of waiting to see you in
person simply smile and hear your most infectious
laugh
As all my heart and my woes slowly melt away
like ice cream dripping down a cone
On a clear mid - summer's heatwave infused day
Taking a stroll through central park watching the people
I pass bask in the rays of the sun
Happy and confident in the thought I don't have to
tell them or anyone else for that matter
Of the healing and medicinal powers of laughter
can do for and on the mind and the soul
Apart from to say there is nothing quite like it
to fix and fill a hole and make one feel hole again
Categories:
queen bee, humor,
Form:
Free verse
What makes you the queen?
The bee gave me a look kind of mean.
She makes two thousand eggs a day said a drone.
Added a worker bee, she sits on the hive’s throne.
She is haughty and stuck up and lives her groove.
Queens like her have an arrogant reputation to prove.
I knew then that I was lost in the world of the bee.
I applauded the queen from my position on one knee.
Categories:
queen bee, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Sailing in the air as a worker with no name
Trailing the air to find liquid gold that sun and earth did birth
Prevailing and seeing gold guarded by bright coloured cushions all the same
Unfailing is the emerald pillar that has this bed sit above the earth
Unfailing, I go back to the home with the gold
Unveiling the sun’s mirror where the queen is being served
Prevailing and eternal is our blessed mother and wife from times of old
Sailing bees we see come and leave our golden palace as all our work deserved
Categories:
queen bee, animal, beautiful, earth, nature,
Form:
Lento