Poems about bees explore different aspects of bee life, behavior, and their significance in nature. Bees are one of the most important pollinators in nature.
They communicate with each other through a combination of dances and vibrations. In a honeybee colony, there is a queen, worker bees, and drones.
The queen’s role is to lay eggs while worker bees perform various tasks.Bee poems cover a range of themes and topics. Their colonies are examples of organized communities.
Some poets use them as metaphors to describe personal experiences and emotions. We have gathered some of the most famous poems about bees. Let’s go through them and enjoy
The Honey-Bee
By John B. Tabb
O bee, good-bye!
Your weapon’s gone,
And you anon
Are doomed to die;
But Death to you can bring
No second sting.
Bee Poems
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every shining flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
Fame is a Bee,
By Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
The Last Bee
By Brian Bilston
After the last ee
had used its last buzz,
the birds and the butterflies
did what they could.
But soon the fields lay are,
few flowers were left,
nature was roken,
and the planet ereft.a
The pedigree of honey
By Emily Dickinson
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
The Bee and the Blossoms
By John B. Tabb
“Why stand ye idle, blossoms bright,
The livelong summer day?”
“Alas! we labour all the night
For what thou takest away.”
To make a prairie
By Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
The Tax-Gatherer
By John B Tabb
“And pray, who are you?”
Said the violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise
At his wonderful size,
In her eye-glass of dew.
“I, madam,” quoth he,
“Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
On honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?”
The Butterfly and the Bee
By William Lisle Bowles
Methought I heard a butterfly
Say to a laboring bee;
“Thou hast no colors of the sky
On painted wings like me.”
“Poor child of vanity! those dyes,
And colors bright and rare,”
With mild reproof, the bee replies,
“Are all beneath my care.”
“Content I toil from morn till eve,
And, scorning idleness,
To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave
The vanity of dress.”
Where Do Bees Go In Winter?
I love to watch the little bee,
long before the winter cold.
She pounces on each petal
like a hunter, quick and bold.
But the garden has no buzz
when the air is bitter cold.
Do bustling bees wilt away
like the yellow marigold?
I hope they hide in sturdy hives,
Where waxy walls keep out the cold,
and spend all winter sipping
the honey they guard like gold.
The Bee
I AM a rollicking bumblebee.
I sail through the air as it pleases me.
I sail by the trees and around the flowers;
I love the sun and hate the showers.
I have a taste does credit to me;
I never eat bread and such fiddle-dee-dee.
For honey and pollen’s the sensible food;
They favor digestion and suit the mood.
I sleep in my nest all winter long,
But rush fearlessly forth in the March wind’s song,
For I’m sure there’s some one waiting for me,
Since a hyacinth blue’s in love with this bee!
These are the poems about bees.