Hive Poems - Poems about Hive

I do not wish You the Best. I often wish you, Under Arrest. I hope you have no Towel when you Shower. I hope you meet the Night Prowler. I hope when you pee, there is no Toilet Paper. I hope you never get paid for...

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Erato leads the mind right into the zone To look for the sweet nectar sought by the bee As it fills its sacs with light, colour and tone Heavy winged ,replete ,it returns to its tree There its delicate imagery to hone Ere it is ready to leave and be set free It's in that moment a poem comes alive Emerging...

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Watch your step, so you don't end up here Where people like you simply disappear To be devoured like prey, they're on the hunt Looking for their next victim for them to stunt Beware of the snake pit, the ones who take The ones who would drown you in a lake Of their own selfish needs and desires With a tongue forked...

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In the arid grasp of a withered plant, The hive appears forlorn, its dryness stark, Yet within lies the nectar all relish and want, Nourishing sustenance, a feast to embark. A facade of chaff and wax, so unassuming, A fragrant lure that entices the birds, They gather eagerly, their beaks consuming, Sputtering and squawking, their appetites spurred. Satiated and vibrant, they clumsily take...

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In the hive, she is so well attended - thousands of workers, all pleased to toil, hundreds of soldiers keep her defended, all for her, and her palace of soil. But when it comes time, my queen, I'm afraid, it will be just me bound purely to you. No castle with servants, no knights to bade - and I'm hardly a...

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The lavender haired princess was not used to living in a hive. But weren’t you one of several children. “Yes,” she said “five. But the others were worker bees, which is not the same. They are training me to be queen, that is my parents’ game." "Wouldn’t that be lovely?" Her new friends asked, feeling glad. She was not sure...

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Our spirit is the sole queen Queen of the body’s hive as seen Without her, all would be anarchy Oh Queen, mercifully guide me If she falls over and tumbles The hive falls too as it rumbles Both plunge to the dirt of the tree Oh Queen, mercifully guide me If she is sound and...

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Then soon the climate migration began when one they called Ian had ravaged our land So fiercely he raged with his power and might all would lay waist in the wake of his flight So was the damage that Ian had done the people were left but to follow the sun Masses of people now needing a home many left...

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screams erupt in the morning kids running everywhere bee hive party...

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Lemon blossoms blooming Orchards heady fragrance Gives rise to thoughts of fruit Globes of yellow citrus The crop will be profuse. Lemon blossoms blooming The scout has done her job Under warm summer sun Dripping orchard nectar Honey bees job begun. Lemon blossoms blooming Fragrant flowers entice Those hungry honey bees' Their hive a seething space So little room to breathe. Lemon blossoms blooming The queen is...

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Bountiful Bee Hive Betty has her hive all ready. There is honey to be made, all sweet and steady. Buzzing around for attention is her beau, Wasp Eddie. He is totally in love with the beautiful Bee Hive Betty. Go away now, she tells him. The queen is near. I will get back to you later, when it is convenient,...

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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...

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Hear Me now The beehive Mirrors our life Their demise our doom Together we survive A joyful spring renaissance Ancient waggle dance gives rise to Rapturous hive awash in nectar Wheel of life rotates~ balanced harmony. The waggle dance informs the watching bees where a source of nectar can be found. Image by Buntysmum Pixabay...

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we are everywhere within the straw of our relationships to shine a sheen that comes from polishing each others...

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'Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers.' (Quoted by Regina Mc Intosh) Hung suspended from hive rafters hexagonal Leader Lady Ruler Bee gorges imprudent Heavy duty seeps striped desirous abdominal Workers hover, rush beneath Queen exuberant Team enthusiasm pumps a syrup scaffold Propolis...

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