Hives Poems

hives and holes

bomb shelters abloom
uranium enriched dreams
hives cratered by drones

Categories: hives, war,
Form: Haiku

shingles pink eye and hives

it is never a great day
to have pink eye or shingles or hives
Every time I get these maladies
it is an unhappy reminder that
today will not be a great day

Categories: hives, how i feel,
Form: Free verse

Wives Ate Hives

Hives and wives are same 
In making honey

Categories: hives, blessing, wife,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

In the Hospital Soufully

Poems are coming slowfully.
For I am most woefully
And truly most woefully
In the hospital doe-fully

Itching my skin until bleeding
More potent pills I am pleading
Poems are decidedly misleading
Me out of this stupor I’ll be needing

Categories: hives, health, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme

Noahs Hives

Where did Noah keep his bees? In the Ark-hives
Groaning from my hairline down to my manly thighs
Got an offer from Hollywood
To star in a film bout manhood
They were astounded by my jumbo and sexy eyes

Categories: hives, allusion, fun,
Form: Limerick

Of Hives and Hills

They broke the ground some months before.
At the site, like faithful bees at work,
machines and men construct a human hive... 
the new high-rise, every tenant's dream;
each apartment placed like honeycombs
beneath one roof...world within a world.

As I watched this man-made maze,
I saw a rounded ant hill in the sandy dirt
and marveled at the intricate design
of what

Categories: hives, destiny, earth, humanity, universe,
Form: Free verse

Life Is Sweet In Honey-Hives

The Pollen of my life is sweetened-
Passed from bee to bee
Friendly flowers form a beacon
(My Queen beams humble-ly)

I feel alive; so bold inside-
Life is sweet in honey-hives!
Poppies bloom, a serum soon
Beckons forth my Soul to thrive!

*Just wondering if anyone can guess to what I am alluding? I will crown thee an astute observer as a

Categories: hives, flower, life, sweet,
Form: Rhyme

Raspberry Hives

Raspberry Hives
 

The ancient man with raspberry hives
on his cheeks since childhood
will live alone no longer.
He will marry, he says,
the first woman who’ll have him.
Till now he has wanted to die
as he’s lived, alone in his room
with the radio playing,
the water in the bathtub
dripping. The drone of hours,
however, has become
the drone of years
and the ancient

Categories: hives, sadwoman,
Form: Free verse