Long Honey bee Poems
Long Honey bee Poems. Below are the most popular long Honey bee by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Honey bee poems by poem length and keyword.
Oh,my dear busy honey bee,
Your life is very interesting to know, Are you an insect of five eyes and six legs to see, And you fly about 25 kmh just like the wind blow.
Oh,my dear charming odorant collector,
You have 170 different odor receptors at all hours, .. That help them distinguish flowers and.collect nectar, And you make half pound of honey from one million flowers.
Oh ,my dear brave honey bee, You can live up to eight years, Queen bee lays thousand eggs per day at glee, If a queen bee dies the workers bee create it to live.
Oh,my dear bizarre honey bee , You have two stomachs for eating and storing, How can you process nectar into honey ease?,
And I don't know how you make pollen into bread as an exploring.
Oh,my dear hardworking honey bee,
You don't sleep and take short period of rest, And you symbolise hardwork,team work please, I wonder how do you build nest from wax blessed.
Oh ,my dear honey bee of fine fortune, If a bee flies into a house,it will be a good sign, You can recognize and differentiate human faces often, And you will recall faces for a month after a look of fine.
(1.)
From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose
When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills early rush
Into man's world shines, another bright day.
With red rose petals spreading ever wide
Calming thoughts, heavenly blue ocean waves
One may from duty or play thus decide
No plucking, to rose's truest of beauty save.
Within Nature's truth, rests a native song
Of wanderings some lost souls have traveled
In desperate search for truth to belong
Hope, such tapestry, can be unraveled.
From Dawn's spirited breath, they see red rose.
And wonder why its color, Nature chose.
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( To Gaze In Awe At Red Rose Radiant Colors )
(2.)
Red Rose, Sing Me A Sweeter Melody
Alas! Flowers winter breath soon must feel
Frigid wind, that fierce and dastardly blows
Pray I, mildest winter, on knees I kneel
Begging for Spring, when fantastic green shows.
Red rose, sing me a sweeter melody
Of paradise that hold Spring all the year
Casting winter's fangs into darkest sea
Allaying this man's dreaded icy fears.
Shall I, for deepest beauty thus reward
A plastic cover to thy life extend
For here blasting winter chill 'tis so hard
Harsh reality, let us not pretend!
Red rose, thy bright song must for a time end.
Solemn vow held as, magnificent friend!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, To Admiring Heart, Thy Truest Song Sing )
(3.)
Then Red Rose Blushed Its Petals Brightest Red
Songbirds to red rose, thy colors cry out
Bestow thy harmonious songs as gifts
We sing melodies while flying about
Hoping thy red souls it truly uplifts.
Red rose, songbirds assuredly you know
In my soft flowerbeds I welcome thee
In Mother earth's soil I happily grow
With pleasure serve her busy honey-bee.
Listen Mother Nature so softly said
Birds to you, I giveth earth and blue sky
To red rose I gift my fine virgin beds
None but blinded man would be asking why!
Then red rose blushed its petals brightest red
Proving to all, truth Mother Nature said!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2019
Sonnet, Rhyme, ( Red Rose, Songbirds, Mother, Nature- A Conversation )
In like a lamb out like lion The little diamond sail rides a March ide Some sayings true line upon line Almost as big as I now sparrow like in the sky ~ Some sayings long flowing tales Good day to fly a kite red skies in the morn Before the storm up goes the sales Bird like Rolling diving swooping airborne ~ Running to store buying some more string Lifting children's spirits how high would it climb Like stepping on a honey bee it stings When returning with the last of the bind ~ The tag along gone free flying descends The kite lost to be found another day Tangled in an electric line by the winds It was a good day to fly a kite I must say - To Carol Brown I may never win first in a contest but you where the first to let me in. Thanks Carol.
OF A GREAT LOVE
I'll be sweet and simple though
You are of a mighty principle
You are my perfect only love
My flying soaring dove
And you are, you are of a great love
The gentle breezes torn
Simultaneously cool and warm
You are my beloved, yet
You know you love me, set
Ever presents sworn
Birds and bees swarm
The ever ness your gentle touch
The love I have for you is such
Can't wait yet I will
Be obstinate until
Our wedding day yes we'll wait
Just a brush of your fragrant
Such a honest sweet lovely scent
God daughter that, that you are
You're my princess, Oh
You're a mighty principle though
My flying soaring dove
You are, you are of a great love
You always, give me joy I can't ignore I trust
And when I'm caught never am I lost
You open my eyes and heart
This I am sure this is start
Your the women, the girl
Welcome this our world
Seldom lost always found
Your feet should never touch the ground
I must admit I wish to kiss
You on your so tender lips
I soon do miss
But I do insist
I shall keep my distance
Even though you got me in this trance
You're my princess, Oh
You're a mighty principle though
My flying soaring dove
You are, you are of a great love
For God is my witness
One day you'll be my Mrs.
And when it's all said and done
Our hearts united itch in stone
I shall not be denied
I will never intentionally made you cry
Why?
I oughta, wanna, need to be your guy
Lovely your, so lovingly tender you see
My summer breeze, my honey bee
You my by chance God's forever daughter
Your the scent of rose water
I love you above all else
Your my air, the wind my breath
You're my princess, Oh
You're a mighty principle though
My flying soaring dove
You are, you are of a great love
You are of a mighty principle
You are my perfect only love
My flying soaring dove
And you are, you are of a great love
You're my princess, Oh
You're a mighty principle though
My flying soaring dove
You are, you are of a great love
10/16/17
As emotion's embolism petitions
a mirror sea for endless blue transparency-
through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary
garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry-
in full disclosure, for poetic reason- to be vetted
by replay of open book read cover to cover.
A commercial grade bewitching -
in season- laid bare, to pardon a dare
Vespers of ancient psalm, timeless tale
of the re-awakened takes abionce as a Seer to come.
Where Eden-welcomes, home
to it's Shrangri la- Sangria- wetnursed bosom,
full- of the Mother's milk of Elysium.
In center-folded trappings beside firelight screenings,
beneath the fluttered kiss of frolicked summer heat,
heart mappings deriving
wind aided fireflies serenading,
in the silence of a seraphic breeze.
The heart suggests an accounting
of lost dreams as they vie for clemency
and doth softly cry verdant reprieve.
In the Goliath peer of mountain cleft,
overseeing the caress of foliage
begueathed to the canopy of emerald green,
sun dresses honey bee chaperones,
drunk in lily while
bestowing a still of radiant beam.
Crowning chance adds a touch of dandelion garland,
tendrils of sentiments worn on the sleeve,
becomes the first snows virgin fleece,
onlooking tears of starry night, light bending the knee,
peers through immodest canopy,
altar ego ghosting as
mist soaked silver valley's pheromone stair,
married with the encore of fading light laying polaroid down aware.
Amidst the ruins of a broken dream mending a solar flare of Valkycries,
the fragments speak of romantic math,
mosaic of future memories bellowed love leaves
lanterns of light ascending over calm seize.
Her Emissaries of the wind caressing her foliage with
the palms and
apothecaries drawn from a crystal song.
A symphony of nature's tender wails,
creates the plumlines of this Great Hall.
But in the quietude of night's soft glow,
Hope blooms like a rose in spring,
A promise of renewal, a whispered vow, places it all.
In a world where shadows dance in preservation ritual
of first snow's pose of
virgin purity. kept chaste as pasts echo of prose.
“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”
In the garden
that afternoon
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their
irises dazzling
in the late afternoon
sunshine wide open
as if waiting hungrily
for more food
she dropped words into
their mouths which
they swollowed whole
jewels like memories
nebulous little darlings to grow
perhaps too young
but maybe one old enough
for the story to stitch
and in time graft
and re-sow
all her little goslings
in a row, eventually
swans, black or white
she could not tell
would never know
she held tight
to the moment
that Summer all a glimmer
and noon a purple glow
arms full of linnet's wings
she never ever wanted to let go
too soon
she would leave
the nest
long before them
she wondered
ceaselessly
about the three fates
and how they’d
grow
the seeds
she’d planted
in their minds
bloomed an entire
wild garden
undernourished
yet overgrown
(LadyLabyrinth)
for Lynette, with Love
“The linnet and the drush say
I love, I love” (PJ Harvey)
“To see a world in a grain of sand
and a Heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and Eternity in an hour
A Robin Redbreast in a cage
puts all Heaven in a rage
A Dove house filled
with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thr’ all its regions”
(William Blake)
“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.”
(William Butler Yeats)
Old Mountain tales of love spin
'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls
drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter just like a honeybee’s dance
in the summer’s rush.
For you ignite my days with passion,
'tis morn, a tear I cry
The calm, twilight lingers as her words
soft and low
In the caress of wildflowers where life’s
tranquility forever grows.
O'! Upon thy lips such sweetness dwells
Must be God's design
Born where dandelions and wild bees
forever intertwine.
O', nectar kissed by sun untouched by
human hands
An arcadian panorama of ambrosia
upon my senses' land.
Thine gaze is my beacon in the
moonlit’s silvery velvet light.
You my guiding star ignites
for all my spirit’s journey
O' my soul’s delight
For as a life-alchemists seek nectar
deep in the mountain’s heart.
Thy love's an enchanting lore where peace
like nestling lark.
All the sages sighs, thymes' tempting lore
a beautiful pure chorus
Heather fills rolling landscapes
an untold story before us.
Yes, my love's confession takes flight
with wild abandon
In the sanctuary, a haven bathed
in golden dawn
Thy touch is a sacred psalm
a sonnet on the wind
Radiant grace, I scribe my song
on every blossom's stem
Sunlight filters through sylvan green leaves
just for you.
Thy smile, a warmth that sees my spirit
through and through.
Our love, eternal, untamed by
fleeting space or time.
A taste of heaven's dew
a love of purest and most divine.
Together, hand in hand
we'll stray through life's inviolate maze
Where wildflowers bloom
and hearts forever graze.
No jeweled crown
arrayed in silks and finery
Could display the love, my beloved
I found forever in thee.
For You are my sweet lady,
my songbird
my forever home
My wild mountain honey
where my spirit roams.
In thee, a love unbound
sweeter than sun-kissed dew
My Wild Mountain Honey
forever wild
forever true.
I smile watching scintillating fiery,
A fury of stars and galaxies.
Fire is not sparking.
Echelon of smoke not covered skies.
Sand is not irritating my eyes.
Kids are not starving.
Mothers hadn't lost their children.
wives are not screaming.
Lands are still home to creatures.
Waters is still with high waves.
White flowers are still blooming.
Butterflies are still dancing.
Birds are still making love.
Red maple is still growing beautifully.
Lily of incus is still favorite of honey bee.
Everything is beautiful but scary,
Nothing never last forever.
These falling star, a genie of wishes once,
Now seem to be a messenger,
Of something very unknown but am very scared.
This is depressing.
More scary, I am not understanding beauty of this nature.
I am fearing for something
What if we lost this beauty,
What if we are the only reason of it.
What if innocence of eyes of animals is betrayed,
By us only.
What if humanity extinct,
But human left.
What if development of technology is on the cost,
Of destroying human values.
Am not predicting all these in air,
It is happening,
Every second we looses our one part of humanity to devil.
Every second we destroy what we even can't think.
Every second we do something very unimportant things we should not.
I just hope all this world to
Be magical like fairy tale.
Never ending magic and laugh.
I don't see any hope we can be mature,
Enough to accept truth of living.
We are living in a reality,
Which is a illusion.
It's a reality of our thoughts
Not a reality with moral of humans.
Yes being human is a bliss,
It's a blessing,
But we have some duties to do.
We have to respect this space,
We have to respect this nature,
We have to respect ourselves,
We are not a entertainer of other,
We are a hero of our existence,
We are a saviour of others,
We have some work to do.
But we are doing something wrong,
Very wrong,
I can't explain it but can feel it.
It's very hard to connect my words.
But it's just a thing
That feel the reality
Not the illusion of be in false reality.
Love yourself
Love me
Love everyone
The music of the clanging from the chilled glass of wine, is best in the evening time. It may be the start of a romantic or home cooked meal, but please no eel. The candles are singing a song that is lit, oh no the salad has a olive pit. A loving smile and words we exchange, as we take a bite of chicken that is free range. The dessert is so sweet it must be, made from the beautiful honey bee? Now in the background we hear song after song, a wonderful beat that is never wrong. Music is the food that touches our soul, even if it can't be put in a bowl. Lets' stay up and love until dawn, "If music be the food of love, play on,"
Written Date: 2/8/2020
I used "If music be the food of love, play on - Shakespeare" at the end.
2 Place 2/9/2020 Famous poetic lines 2 Contest Judged: 2/9/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
The Honey Bee
Not fun to be stung by the Honey Bee
It happened to me picking from a cherry tree.
Only worker bees sting, and only under threat
They die once they sting but the hurt you can't forget.
It is the only insect that produces food eaten by man.
Has all the substances to sustain life and that's why I'm a fan.
One in three mouthfuls we eat in this nation
Is directly or indirectly caused by pollination.
Honey includes vitamins, minerals, and enzymes strains
Only food that contains "pinocembrin" for improving the brain.
Apis mellifera, out of 20,000 species is the best
Top honey"manuka" treats colds, skin infections and all the rest.
An eight-ounce jar sells for $60 online.
Stealing hives and honey is now organized crime.
A honey bee visits almost 100 flowers during a collection trip
Knows hundreds of different floral varieties with out a slip.
Can tell pollen or nectar from yards away.
Each takes A life time to produces a thimble full of honey-so they say
Only the honeybee improves the environment
And doesn't prey on any species is their intent.
Bees have a queen, but it is not a monarchy.
The swarm votes for the hive, so it's a democracy.
They vote by dancing around a figure eight
A nay is by those who dance straight.
But today is a pollinate crisis for the bee
If they don't make it neither will we.
A rapid loss over the past decadeeat
Pesticides, diseases, and fires are a price they paid.
There is no doubt they are under stress
People stupidly destroy their nests thinking they are a pest.
Fewer bees is a risk to domestic crops
Ecological health can make the economy flop.
No bees, means no almonds, means no cattle or chicken
Meaning no milk or meat and this is not fiction.
Einstein said if we lose all bee hives
Man has less than four years to survive.
Like canaries in a coal mine
Means the health of our planet is in decline.
But beekeepers and government funding is doing their best
Saving colonies, planting flowers, trees and all the rest.