Buzzing Poems - Poems about Buzzing

annoying buzzing summer evening soft humming cicada love song...

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Awakening early mornings with an eerie sound, as cicadas start calling, emerging from the ground. These harmless insects shed their exoskeletons, leaving evidence of cycle changes for every one. In their once timely appearance you could have placed stock, due to their biological alarm clock. Now with global warming and the earth heating up, cicadas are coming more frequently to mate and...

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Pardon me, buzzing bee Do you think that you are free No siree. Nor have I ever been... Here comes my empress ~...

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Buzzing bees that always pass by You don't even understand why You don't know them and they don't know you They don't know what you're going through You don't understand what's their problem Honestly, you don't even mind them You can't remember meeting them, even once You may not even do if you had the chance For...

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I sat and watched as it continually banged it's head into the window pane, that fly. My cat sits on the cill and swipes out at the fly as it buzzes around his head, But he missed and knocked over a china vase instead. The fly seemed startled and goes round and round the light. It's buzzing is driving...

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Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane- burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago- (absorbed by a double cornered blue piece forced by trembling, febrile fingers onto a middle, claustrophobic gap in the puzzle. The same calloused fingers...

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Bees buzz on flowers Honey drops from nest above Honey made, bees rest...

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in the hammock of summer across the Channel bees are buzzing...

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buzzing baby acrobat backwards, forwards, act, act, act insects and flowers are your steady diet We love watching you, hummingbird. You are a riot!...

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NONET TYPE OF POEM WANDERING AND WONDERING Wandering down a bright country lane Viewing all the plants and lofty trees I heard the birds sing refrain To the buzzing insects flying here and there polinating assigned task well done craft Copyright, Kathryn Search...

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A colony nests inside my soul where the nectar of pity was hoarded For all you, the urge to soar is unabated Hence, we may widen this horizon Truth can form hallucinations Still, can goals reflect reality? maybe not?! Enter inside the nest as a frogman vulgarity rules the roost you crave her gentle embrace like breath, she sheaths you are lured and compelled follow up on...

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It was a beautiful summer day; I loved the sun on my back and neck. I was running down a field of flowers when I got a sharp pain in my left foot. I could hear the bumblebee before I saw him. He was fat and angry as he bored a large red stinging hole...

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Hovering close To the brilliant hues Scarlet and gold Sapphire so bold Purple and lilac, lavender Vibrant and alive Like the dancing fireflies Soaring, singing delight Reflecting the joy Caressing petals, delicious Cuisine, rich, exciting Vibrating with sensations Lively like the wind Gentling every sunset Erasing all distress With the melody of hope Kissing my wings Awakening my dreams Snatching morsels, relishing Wishes, beckoning praise For the wonders Secret grace, remarkable Subtle lights of fires Breathing laughter, subtracting Whispers...

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I saw a busy bumblebee, Grazing on the dew, It buzzed from flower to flower Of red white and blue. Collecting golden nectar from the stem of every bud, which one day would be honey, at least I think it should. The Sky was an azure blue, Below the fields were green, The clouds were white as snow, Reflected in a nearby stream, It was peaceful, And...

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I hear you mumble as the bees buzz around the garden Slurping sweet nectar The rosebud’s abundant fragrance Hangs thick in the moist sticky air The scent wriggles its way into my nose The effect surprises a giggle from my throat You pause and I realize the conversation Must be too serious for such a flippant reply I attempt to hush my inner...

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