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Stings Poems - Poems about Stings

- The Stings Of Death -

         ~ The sting of death will always bring pain ~ grieve in peace ~

Categories: stings, death, emotions, grief,
Form: Free verse

Yellow Jacket

Bedazzled in stripes
Mother nature’s warning sign
Bitter sting awaits

Categories: stings, beauty, nature,
Form: Haiku

Sonnet 58 'The Stings That Disappointment Brings Are Deep'

The stings, that disappointment brings, are deep,
When one’s believed in Love, and seen Love fail.
So often, on-track lives go off the rail,
And so, the Soul returns to caverns, deep,
And there, She waits, and gives up near all hope,
And huddles ‘between the rock, and the hard place’
And disbelieves in love, and faith and grace.
And rolls like

Categories: stings, betrayal, depression, joy, lost
Form: Italian Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Sonnet 57 'How Deep the Stings That Make Men Mistrust Love'

How deep the stings that make men mistrust Love,
And women fly from comforts that Love brings,
And deeper is the poison in poisoned rings
That longing hearts refuse the thinking of.
There is no other station that can wound
As deeply, or as surely, as Love stabs
No other hook grabs deeply as Love grabs
And no lute, more than Love,

Categories: stings, betrayal, fantasy, hurt, lost
Form: Italian Sonnet

Bee Stings

Ah, mine eyes espied a glorious shade tree
   On a recent brutally hazy, hot and humid July summer day
Where below the gnarled roots glazed occipital nerve did not see
   Yellow-jackets minding their own bees wax when derriere i.e. did essay
Until deux stingers re:
   Accessible bared skin aviary members did

Categories: stings, adventure, body, how i
Form: Free verse

Mud and Stings

Three wasps or hornets (I'm not clear)
Once stung my brother in his ear.
In memory, I hear his cries
Of shock and pain and pure surprise.

A horde of moms wiped off the blood
And slathered on a coat of mud,
An act my brother did endure,
Intuiting a soothing cure.

My bro was fine; the stings all healed
Yet what this incident

Categories: stings, brother,
Form: Rhyme

Collecting Stings

I'm sensitive and I collect damage too easily
I sit here and I write but the words don't come too easily
I collect it from the people who come after me
I'm a collector of hurt feelings and for you it's not plain to see
it's okay, though, i'll collect it while we talk on the phone,
me to you

Categories: stings, angst, anxiety, heartbreak, loneliness,
Form: Free verse

Bumble Bee Stings and Singing

Bumble Bee Stings And Singing

Bee sting
Bumble is here
With fear

Fearsome 
Generating
Real pain

Painful
Targeting you
To run

Running
Faster on wind
To wait

Waiting
Then get stung
Get wet

Wetter
In water sink
Hold breath

Breathless
For bee to leave
Then pray

Praying
Bee goes away
Then rise

Rising
To see it gone
Be calm

Calmer
Than the soft wind
Then sing

Singing
Is better than
Bee stings

 
Created on 12/01/14 for- "Mussetle Train" Poetry Contest
2 4 2 non rhyming

Categories: stings, adventure, conflict, hurt, insect,
Form: Verse

Sonic Stings

Watching wild Wasps
Fiercely flying forward
Sonic stings, sickly screams
Painfully piercing pandemonium



Experimenting with form I have not previously attempted.

Categories: stings, nature,
Form: Alliteration

Those Lingering Stings

Those lingering stings grows depths and last.
They seep their way in - to the past
To claw out your inner soul -
Those hopes you have with dents and holes.

Note: This is an old poem I wrote when I realized
I couldn't forget the past and that it would always
be a part of me: lingering.

Categories: stings, life
Form: Rhyme

Stings and Kinks

Oh, for a life with no worries, no kinks,

                            possible in this world, everyone thinks;

Categories: stings, happiness, life, philosophy, life,
Form: Limerick

Speckled Sea Air Stings Soft Skin

Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea formed  haystacks of seaweed piled quiet high
Yesterday   sea sponges and fan-shells lapped the crunchy sands
Gentle humming of  soft ocean sounds humms  by to and fro
Seagulls

Categories: stings, animals, happiness, health, nature,
Form: Sonnet

The Needle Stings But Sews

Grandmother sits in her rocking chair 
nearly as old as she 
ragged patches of scrap spread across her lap. 

She tells stories from her eighty years of senescence, 
of faces now aged, some no longer bound by this earth 
as though they were still enjoying the blessings of youth- 
as fresh in her mind as

Categories: stings, caregiving, family, life, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?