Best Worker Bee Poems

I used to be a worker bee,
And as far as I could ever see,
Would never have the sunshine time,
To sing a song, to pen a rhyme.

I longed so for a day I would be free,
To paint a picture, to watch TV,
That day came with new...

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Caught in the hidden trap of normality
Where the weird little freak inside can never be free
Are we really any better in this society?
With every unusual act we judge the worker bee
For daring to be different instead of the same
Wishing to be free of this copycat...

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To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
labor;
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats...

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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...

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The energetic hyper crazy worker bee saws a stem
For the prickly green thorns give him pause, annoying him
The rose looks more like a daisy anyway
Another reason he feels he can fool around and play
I watch from the safety of my lovely garden floral seat
Enjoying bee,...

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Around three AM, he is awake
Uphill, upon a solitaire game
Loving the heat of his sweat
The distance whispers of his honey queen
The nearness of the morning howls
The mistakes and lazy gaze at the paining finger
The smiling mirror in his fuming eyes
The smiling lips in his coupled...

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