Honeycombs Poems - Poems about Honeycombs

...Christ is Risen! whispers the wind through the branches of memory, The prayer of the blade of grass rises like a song of rebirth, And in every drop of dew, the sky lays down its ancient tale. In t......

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...As the day bade its circadian farewell, the fleeing sun Pulled its last glow from weary war-worn trees. On distant plains, vacant honeycombs no longer buzz With the songs of indu......

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...Let's take a poem and raise it towards the sky, Observe its play of light like a diverse slide film, Allow the sun to whisper its hidden hues, And through it, let dreams flow like rays through lea......

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... @@@ Whistling winter keeps us ......

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...queens in dilemma bees find newer colonies --- empty honeycombs ......

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...Lazy days meld into one, summer siestas just begun; Busy bees morn 'til late, honeycombs proliferate. Speckled starlings sing with delight on July swarms in nuptial flight. Swallows circ......

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...The changing of summer flora guards Crying April showers, tears usher in The softening of wintered earth, once hard Now loosened up as the Earth sheds its skin The floral fists of flowers do......

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...Bee yellow bumble bee pretty flowers sweet nectar flowers buzzing, drinking, sipping honeycombs busy making hopping from one color to the next takes a lot of flowers and a lot of bees to m......

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...On a micro scale, we have magical and special connections with certain people. On a macro scale, every soul and quark is connected in the Universe. Whether you understand it as energy, mathematics, q......

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...Clouds are the honeycombs of skyline, Carrying the honey-sweet droplets of rainwater. Each time rain touches our Earth, The taste buds of soil taste the sweetness of the sky. Every thunder-strike......

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...Babble bear looked big and blustery and burly. His eyes were large, and his hair was straight, not curly. His fur was thick, and his snot was shiny and large. He loved daisies, and the florist alw......

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...Though medicine tastes bad and bitter as it always skitters On the tongue’s taste buds as the black sea on sand that glitters It helps and uplifts the body to get fitter Honey glazed on the rim......

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...Life is a series of overlapping adventure circles… (after all…we’re riding on a planet that continuously spins) The moment one adventure reaches its end…another adventure begins. We left our hom......

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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......

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...Vagabond Reveries I awoke one apple-ripe autumn afternoon, While shifting my necessity to care, dreaming, To gaze upon the twisting trail in reveries of untethered reality A quest for halcyon......

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