Hive Poems - Poems about Hive

... "Artificial Iris" Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere; the dream was eerily familiar, the words and their meanings, read in Syntax, once read between pa......Read the rest...

...Some letters seem superfluous, you’ll cede: but with no tulips, spring would not be spring. We’re used to think in terms of things we need. Desiring counts for more; it bids us sing. I find my ......Read the rest...

...I’m so lonesome I could cry Cry for the pup lost from the pack He’s gotta find comfort in winter I’m so lonesome feeling disconnected Cold comfort, but bees have a hive Everything is i......Read the rest...

...Compassion sees souls bound to their mind tree, insentient to touch of love’s moonbeam and if it could, it would, set them now free but cannot, so does not, as they so dream. God’s breath that ......Read the rest...

...betwixt God’s heartbeats that keeps us alive ~ we sense His presence within heart’s bliss hive......Read the rest...

...Leisurely sat on a busy beach A hive of noise and activity A collage of shifting Shape and colour form Just casually surveying the view I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun Scorc......Read the rest...

...Spring and Winter are locked in a battle we know that spring will be triumphant that in the weeks to come seeds and bulbs will shoot letting nature's pallet blaze out. Now things get interestin......Read the rest...

...Will I get in touch with you? Get in touch with the core of your being? A long lost touch that I so long for-- That now is beyond, the Unseen? Will I ever see the light? That used to shine onc......Read the rest...

...I beckon nature to play her Symphony of Spring when everything comes alive, revived once more. When resident avian will have a chorus as backup, perched along limbs and branches of aged oaks, ar......Read the rest...

...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 de......Read the rest...

... I’m a lovely daffodil, yellow like the sun. See me in my garden spot; I’m the mellow one. Nearby are my tulip friends; how I love their hues. But a bright blue crocus has turned into my muse. ......Read the rest...

...The Birth of a Spring Poem 1925 N/A No 1295 The Birth of a Spring Poem 1925 N/A Open Poetry 8 "The only limit to the gardens of the world is in my mind" ~~The Poet~~ I wait till mystical in......Read the rest...

...The Birth of a Spring Sonata. Surges of honey drops, beaming. Fresh from the hive, as bees frolic, Pollen from the jasmine on the vine. In the misty moonshine haze, Surrendering sweetness they m......Read the rest...

... What are you doing? No, don’t do that! Don’t play with the cold. Make sure the doors closed tight. Make sure the seals hold. That’s how it’ll get us, that’s how it’ll win. That wind that you......Read the rest...

...As Medusa walks in, shuts the door, caresses precision hand down the mahogany- and shows one what for. Senses in starbursts-cloudburst flavor crystals accenting- your bloom of predicate corpu......Read the rest...