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Poem Details | by White Wolf |
Categories: death,

Me and the Bee:

In a flower lived a Bee,
Just like any you might see,
When the flower was in full bloom,
The little Bee had lots of room.
But when the flower started to close,
The Bee found nowhere else to go,
So he thought he'd stay inside,
And wait until it opened wide.
But what the flower had in mind,
Was to close then wilt and die,
Only if the poor Bee had known,
He could have searched for another home.
Poor Bee locked in the bloom,
Now his fate lies with the flower's doom.
Not even missed by other Bees,
This Bee makes me think,
He might be me.
            


Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: angel, eulogy,

Aunt Lucy and the Bee B

end times are drawing near,
like a bee hovering a blossom, 
i know because aunt Lucy passed away 
one of the last of the pristine beings...
Though her spine was ice bough bent
she waltzed the pearled path of fair and straight
drifting through the cloud-glazed gates
ahead of the furnace of fear and fire
whirlwind of plagues,
her spirit nesting in messiah time. 

End times are cascading down
the four horseman scattering clouds
blood rushing over mushroom plains
Yes, end times are certainly near,
i know because aunt Lucy passed away.



Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, corruption, dark, destiny, earth, grave, image,

Bee L Zee Bub

Cloven hoofed I am striding across sanctuaries lands Not what was expected in their sanctimonious plans Have I ever existed or am I a figment of their imagination Or am I simply more perfect which angers their frustration Me, I'm cloven hoofed and one thrown against their black Is it I whom lacks belief or am I an excuse for their lack But it's always me that's ostracised, or do I actually exist Do you really know who I am to continually persist Good or bad, black or white, like left and right we're twinned Hey, let's open our eyes and smell the air, who has really sinned

Poem Details | by Anonandon Aninandon |
Categories: angel, animal, bereavement, death, first love, lost love, moving on,

A bee

A bee is an amazing and wonderful thing,
That is of course until it shows you it's sting,
And then it will die, as all things must end,
And now you will live on with this wound now to mend.


Poem Details | by fayaz bhat |
Categories: grief, love, missing,

To My Beloved, Bitten By A Bee

How pity! How tingly! How niggling to hear!
Ah! Some lousy bee has bitten you!
That delicate muscle of your upper-arm,
While on your house’s roof, leaving clothes to dry!
Have you rubbed over with knife and thrown the stinger out?
Have you applied an onion over or still not! 
Oh! How ugly, how atrocious the bee bad,
Must in shame deplore, on her dirty deed!
How oafish she, how shameless she,
Hurt an elegant lady! Bit her flowery skin!
Does it still swell, does it still burn?
Oh no! Let me do not know it; for it will raise my missing you more!
Just take care of, like I myself would:
Rubbing, kissing and cuddling—close!

Poem Details | by Stephanie Weeks |
Categories: christian, memory, miss you,

In Memory of Izzy Bee

	Please don’t cry Mommy,
I’m in Heaven above.
I wanted you to know,
I look down at you with love.
	Jesus needed another angel,
So I answered His call,
I want you to know I’m still in your hearts,
It’s like I never left at all.
	When you hear a gentle laugh,
Or see a bright eyed smile,
You can remember,
You’ll see me in a while.
	I touched the hearts of many,
I continue to touch them still,
When I was on earth,
I tried to do God’s will.
	Now I’m up in Heaven,
But I’ll see you once again,
Hopefully this battle,
Is something you will win.

Poem Details | by SHARON MASON |
Categories: death, imagination,

BUMBLE BEE

AS I WAS SITTING BENEATH THE SHADE OF A WILLOW TREE
READING MY BOOK IN COMPLETE PEACE, RESTING MY BACK
AGAINST THE BIG OLD TREE, SUDDENLY I WAS DRIFTING OF TO SLEEP,
DOWN FROM THE TREE FELL A BUMBLE BEE;

DOWN FROM THE SKY, DOWN THROUGH THE TREE BAM!  HE FELL ON ME;
HE COULD NOT FLY ANY LONGER,
HE SAID TO ME IN COMPLETE HORROR;
THE AIR IS TOO HEAVY FOR ME TO FLY IN;
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME, AND MY FRIENDS, 

WE MAKE THE HONEY THICK AND SWEET;
SO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY HAVE SWEET TEA TO DRINK;
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OUR COLORFUL FLOWERS;
THEIR BITTER AND DRY THEY DON'T LAST MANY HOURS;

SO MUCH THE BUMBLE BEE HAD TO SAY BUT;
BEFORE HE COULD FINISH HE PASTED AWAY.

Poem Details | by MAHTAB BANGALEE |
Categories: death, life,

Bee And Flower

Bee comes, drinks honey 
                                creates elegy 
                                                 for flower!


-December 23, 2018 Chattogram