Bees
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I want you for you
All hands in
No second thoughts
You my ride or die
You the boss
I been lackin
And slackin
The passion and excitement surround me like bees surround flowers when searching for nectar
Id like to consider myself a bee and the sweet taste of success as my nectar
One taste of success leaves me craving more and more
she flies and floats
and carries out every job she knows she needs to do.
she flies and floats
not asking questions, or asking for any more.
she flies and floats
wondering if there is anymore out there,
So much relies uponLittle working bees.From cold winters to scorching summers,The bees never failTo contribute for their hive.
Quaint, a bee,
Zooms rapidly,
Through the warm moonlight.
Her destination predesigned,
A star upon the night.
There
was
so much
poetry
in her soft moaning
buds beckon petals luring bees
buzzing in pollinated joy with sweet excitement.
the cutest thing
is when we walk through a garden
and the bees harmoniously hover around you
miataking you for a flower
oh silly bee, oh silly me
i too make the same mistake
Kira
Flowers are sweet.
Bees can sting, the last thing I heard was the songbird sing.
Friendly pollinators make the flowers shake and tilt.
All the while, you left me lying there buried in the silt.
You liked to look at old things like houses.
It was like a system check to make sure you were alive.
Then one night, while I was resting
under the hazy watch of a dark sky,
you made my body your house.
Because I was a bee and not a butterfly,
I was born without colorful wings that they had,
I have very dull wings that no one notices
Why aren't my wings not as beautiful as their wings?
She works tirelessly through the afternoon.
Forces down the sweet nectar of
fresh blossom, honey stomach full and thick.
She burrows her head in the hive,
suffocated by the freckled cells,
I want to save the beesThose buzzing specs of insignificant works of breath are more human than I will ever beLoyalty resides in their instinctLike-mindedness is nurtured with butting antennaDetermination is the settlement of every flightTheir sel
Tssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Silence. That sound is a lover of the wind
breathes essence of fire
If you think of Spring, what do you see?Flowers, eggs, bunnies, or bees?I see the grass, green and lush;The streams filled with a serene gush.The sky is a blanket, infinite and blue;
Global warming man
We need more ice cubes for real
We can change the world
The world is nice
Sooooo nice
So we need to save it you know?
Flowers are beautiful
And so are the birds and bees
Global warming man
We need more ice cubes for real
We can change the world
The world is nice
Sooooo nice
So we need to save it you know?
Flowers are beautiful
And so are the birds and bees
The day is bright but there is no lightYou wonder how this could beIf you were meYou could surely seeThe beauty infront of me
There's a beehive in my heartwhose bees buzz all nightthey’ve built honeycombs in my veinsmaking me as stiff as a tin man with no oil
I bleed honeyand it attracts bears
The credits start to run after the images fade,
Everyone agrees it was a great show and leaves,
Not giving much thought to all the work it took to be made.
I write poems of anger
Thoughts, frustrations
Joy and fear
As a means of putting out
The words that come and swarm in
My head like bees
Bees are sitting
On the Wind
Drifting
Feeding
On the Wind
Bringing life to those once dead
Bees are searching
On the Wind
A dancer delicately flutters,
Tiptoes,
Pirouettes along the fibers in my mind,
Still suspended in the limbo of REM,
dreaming and lusting to put power to words.
Match the brunt force and desire.
