Short Honeycombs Poems
Short Honeycombs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Honeycombs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Honeycombs by length and keyword.
beloved sleeping
angel tears falling in drops
on twin honeycombs
Categories:
honeycombs, sleep,
Form:
Haiku
The buzz
In beehive nest
All in a glow
Sweet honeycombs
All in a row
The colony
Must fight to survive
Two queen bees
Perform the
Dance of death
They give and take
For one busy bee
Shall lead the rest
Categories:
honeycombs, imagination
Form:
Free verse
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 make the sweet sweet honey.
Categories:
honeycombs, sweet,
Form:
Etheree
He
calls back
the lost bee
to climb between
last falling blossoms
of his attracting lips
To sip , to feed on nectar
To feel his pollen on her skin
But it is too late for honeycombs
and the enamouring blush of their Spring
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Categories:
honeycombs, lost love,
Form:
Etheree
To mill pond at dawn's new day
rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play
freely amongst the stately swans gliding there
in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare
and leveret munching on borage and honeycombs
breakfasting, as a polluted tributory stream foams
with poisonous effluence five hundred yards away
to mill pond at dawn's new day
Categories:
honeycombs, nature, pollution, technology,
Form:
Verse
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 on the grey clouds
Orders the sky to gift more honey
To quench the thirst of all earthlings.
Every waterbody is a wondrous honeybee
Which serves the droplets of water from the honeycombs of the skyline.
Categories:
honeycombs, art, beautiful, environment, image, imagery, nature, sky,
Form:
Free verse
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 always said “no charge”
So, he got a bunch of honeycombs and took some in.
He put it on the counter and said, “this is a win.”
You keep giving me daisies and I will bring you honey.
It’s a lot tastier than that green yucky stuff you call money.
Categories:
honeycombs, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Rhyme