How ugly to be a poor little bee. A bee like me. Nothing is free. Just to sit and drink tea. By the shore or the lee. Oh to be a bee.
Rachel
In the garden, bees filled the flowers. In any other circumstance, she would have been scared to death. But at this moment, with so much on her mind, the bees were just simple, black and yellow fuzzy insects…harmless compared to the pain she was now dealing with.
Bumble bee, Honey bees Sweet nectar, Queen bee, Swaarm to find a new home. Papa raised honey bees and sol
Sheryl
i walked to school humming a tune. i soon felt a choir of buzzing drones backing me. they were on a mission from their queen: share the divine sacred geometry with all who will hear.
Kate Puckett
a bee is a little insect with stripes and is fuzzy. Also, bees are the main form of transportation for flower babies. Like pollen. They produce honey. Which is eaten by bears. Yay bears! Like Winnie the Pooh.
Who is a little black raincloud. Hovering over the honey tree. He’s just a little black raincloud, pay no attention to him. And he wants honey, but those are the wrong sorts of bees. They stung his paw. All things considered, bees are in the phylum arthropoda and class insecta. They have 6 legs and a segmented body. They are different than wasps. I’m not sure why.
Rachel
I am not writing about the word. I am wondering if the posts I read are really written without thinking. It seems as most are planned and edited, instead of free writing. I think that takes away from the art the creators of this website are looking for.
Be calm try not to worry, your day is ending. and the bee is going to come and get you. The bee pollinated as you can tonight, in a beautiful girl. Just be ready to do it every night because the queen bee rules the hive.
On the cliff edge above the waves draping themselves lazily over the fractured Cornish rocks, tiny flowers hosted drowsy bees. Time passes and the sun sinks slowly westwards.
Rob Hallett
The bee weaved through the air, thick like butter in the summer midafternoon. All was well, the smell of flowers in the air, the sun bright but the breeze just barely cool.
A gunshot rang out.
The bee fell to the ground.
“Nice shot, Graeme.”
The bee flew by
the cat
sighed. the baby
cried.
Her mother had died.
the flowers gave a goodbye.
ZeeZee
As careless as a honey bee…
Oh how I wish I could be like that.
A bee with such beautiful appearance,
going after all her wishes, hopes and dreams… fearless.
As careless as a honey bee…
Oh how I wish I could be like that.
Skipping from flower to flower, never caring, just tasting the sweetness that life has to offer, smelling the wonderful aroma of morning flowers, sucking from them the sugar and sweet tangy nectar that builds their home and their life’s purpose.
To be or not to bee!
I wish I were a bee.
Then I would be able to dance!
I should find a fuzzy yellow and black striped cardigan to wear,
just so I can run around buzzing and licking flowers and claiming to be a bee.
A bee, what a horrific thing to find in your hair.
I’m sooo glad I didn’t have to go to Bel Aire elementary. My little sister goes there; she’s a Bel Aire Bee. I think if that was me, I’d want to die. My childhood is perfect the way it… was. I think I would do anything to be in the time when I was the opposite of a bee; I was a cougar. My elementary school days were some of the best of my life. I miss my youth.
A bee travels through meadows to find the most succulent of all honeysuckles. He will know it by the one with the fragrant smell of heavy summer and it will be absolutely dripping with nectar. A flower fit for a queen. Literally.
Sally K
stung by it. this sucks. this time, when it just landed on my foot and i got so scared i started to cry and wail, and i was so hysterical but i have no idea if it actually stung me or it was just me being REALLY REALLY SCARED.
Donnique
bees are so cool! omg!!!!! when i was like in 3rd grade i was just standing there and it stung my knee!!!!!!!!!! i was so mad! and it hurt! oh but seriously once in like preschool i was outside and i felt a bee go inside my ear! and i FREAKED OUT! and i never felt it come out so i tell everyone that i have a been living in my ear!
buzz. yellow and black. if you don’t wanna get stung, step back.
vibrant in the summer days, leaving and swarming in a haze.
bumble bee, bumble blee. yellow and black.
colonizing with friends, protecting the bees,
they’re soo annoying, how they roam so free.
bumble bee, bumble bee, yellow and back,
bumble bee bumble bee please step back.
mack
Put a bee hive on my grave, and let the honey soak through. Wish I could bee a be. Don’t you?
a bee runs across the floor, “ohh” she scremed, and stomped on it. One dead bee messed up her shoe, “Ooh” she said a yucky bee. One dead been scraped off on the floor
Bee there bee none, bee’s dead, smucked one, bee dead, bee goo, scraped him off my shoe, dead bee goo everywhere
My dad used to keep honey bees out by the junk pile in the back 40. He’d tell us tales about the “dump witch” that lived out there. I think I was more scared of the bees, at first. I enjoyed the honey, and never appreciated the hard work that went into creating it until I now see it in the stores for high prices!
When I think of bee, I think of the colors yellow and black. I’m scared of bees. My brother is highly allergic. I worry because he doesn’t carry an epi pen…. with all the issues regarding genetically altered food, I worry about the future of bees and honey.
Esther Hyun
I want a bee farm when I grow up, because I really love honey. It’s a great sweetener; it’s a lot healthier for you too. I know it’s kinda dangerous to take care of bees, but I think it’ll be a lot of fun. Apparently they’re endangered, because people keep mistaking them for dangerous bees.
Elizabeth (Liz)
bees go buzz
all the time
they are covered in fuzz
all the time
they save cheerios
yum cheeeerios
bees have swag
bees are black and white fags
black and yellow is only for wiz khalifa
yum wiz
kenny simmons
Bee’s are black and yellow. App colors. Bee’s sting. i’ve been stung by yellow jackets before. It sucks.
Chelsea
I like Mason’s description of the word!
Mindy Silva
bee. just bee yourself because you are beautiful and don’t need to bee anything other than yourself, don’t ever let anyone change you. bee you. always.
Honey is one of the most sweetest thing I have ever had. It makes me feel really content. The last time I had it with roasted peanuts made me feel really good. But the problem of honey making me getting addicted to it is kinda scary. Also I am scared of the bee stinging me.
Saravanar
Daiseline picked up the cheap piece of cardboard on her desk. The front was a cartoon bee with “To: Daiseline, From: Karl” written messily and quickly. The back had yet another bee that said “Bee mine!”
Although it was a cheesy, two cent Valentine card, the same one that everyone in the class received, Daiseline held it up, and took a look at it. Maybe, she thought, there was something special about hers.
ives honey they like to sting people with the masks in the face even though they wear the suits they will sting you anyway. I want to eat honey straight out of the comb but it is way too dangerous to do when there are swarming killer bees flying all around your body I wanna have honey and milk as well as hot dogs with honey mustard. honey makes everything better
Andrew Hudson
There’s a dead bee on the back dash. It’s cut in half, but they’re together still so I guess it counts as a whole bee even though it’s been halved. It’s been there forever, but since bee bodies don’t stink, I guess that’s all right.
So this is my second time doing this, but Bee to me is beeee happy! Though It’s also life life, I’m going through a rough time right now, feeling something that i’ve never felt before. Something like a Bee sting.
Cecelia Kellestine
Bridget from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
The Secret Life of Bee’s
That horror story in Nickerson’s class.
Audrey Wu.
Summer retreat before sophomore year.
Stinging, unmerciful, intelligent, majestic, industrious, dangerous when defensive…much like humans, huh?!
Mindy Silva
I always hated bees. Hated them.
I was allergic, and a bee sting almost killed me at age four.
Every since, they always seemed to fallow me.
The girl reminded me of a bee.
She just wouldn’t go away. Even if I knew she was toxic.
The only difference was that I liked her company. Even if she’d be the death of me.
Tobie Nell
My little sister’s name is Bee. Actually, it;s Rachell, but we’ve always called her our little Beeble Baby Bee, and even though she’s 16 now, I still call her Bee. It’s nice and simple. Unlike bumble bees, which we’re both allergic to. Bumble Bee Rachell. She’s a bumbler. Sweetness.
Morgan
the buzzing bimble bee of beezlebun blatoon likes to eat babbies in the bambles in teh mourners house. what hte mourner liked to see was the trees come out to play, and hten the dew of hte drops came tumbling down the foggly bay. HELLO dear dew of hte drops, the mourne said, “have you come here often? the dew of the drops said
clare
Busy bee, flocking from here to there like a popular queen. Secretly she was lonely, and she needed the distraction to make her feel that she was loved, that she fit in. A party here and a party there, yet she was always by herself, even with tens of people around her. She wasn’t really that busy – she just felt relieved to be seen that way.
Cellphones are interfering with the dance of the bees
Where to find clover, where to hover over the perfect buttercup
It’s a sting to the heart when you do the research
We spread their golden serenity on our toast and dial our loved ones
The queens and the drones are suffering
Just so we know what to pick up for dinner.
How ugly to be a poor little bee. A bee like me. Nothing is free. Just to sit and drink tea. By the shore or the lee. Oh to be a bee.
In the garden, bees filled the flowers. In any other circumstance, she would have been scared to death. But at this moment, with so much on her mind, the bees were just simple, black and yellow fuzzy insects…harmless compared to the pain she was now dealing with.
Bumble bee, Honey bees Sweet nectar, Queen bee, Swaarm to find a new home. Papa raised honey bees and sol
i walked to school humming a tune. i soon felt a choir of buzzing drones backing me. they were on a mission from their queen: share the divine sacred geometry with all who will hear.
a bee is a little insect with stripes and is fuzzy. Also, bees are the main form of transportation for flower babies. Like pollen. They produce honey. Which is eaten by bears. Yay bears! Like Winnie the Pooh.
Who is a little black raincloud. Hovering over the honey tree. He’s just a little black raincloud, pay no attention to him. And he wants honey, but those are the wrong sorts of bees. They stung his paw. All things considered, bees are in the phylum arthropoda and class insecta. They have 6 legs and a segmented body. They are different than wasps. I’m not sure why.
I am not writing about the word. I am wondering if the posts I read are really written without thinking. It seems as most are planned and edited, instead of free writing. I think that takes away from the art the creators of this website are looking for.
Be calm try not to worry, your day is ending. and the bee is going to come and get you. The bee pollinated as you can tonight, in a beautiful girl. Just be ready to do it every night because the queen bee rules the hive.
On the cliff edge above the waves draping themselves lazily over the fractured Cornish rocks, tiny flowers hosted drowsy bees. Time passes and the sun sinks slowly westwards.
The bee weaved through the air, thick like butter in the summer midafternoon. All was well, the smell of flowers in the air, the sun bright but the breeze just barely cool.
A gunshot rang out.
The bee fell to the ground.
“Nice shot, Graeme.”
buzz, buzz
gently lands
upon the delicate flower
carefully, carefully
not to break anything.
happy and light
bright yellow
one thing in life
that seems to be
blissful
carefree
and simply
full of life
The bee flew by
the cat
sighed. the baby
cried.
Her mother had died.
the flowers gave a goodbye.
As careless as a honey bee…
Oh how I wish I could be like that.
A bee with such beautiful appearance,
going after all her wishes, hopes and dreams… fearless.
As careless as a honey bee…
Oh how I wish I could be like that.
Skipping from flower to flower, never caring, just tasting the sweetness that life has to offer, smelling the wonderful aroma of morning flowers, sucking from them the sugar and sweet tangy nectar that builds their home and their life’s purpose.
To be or not to bee!
I wish I were a bee.
Then I would be able to dance!
I should find a fuzzy yellow and black striped cardigan to wear,
just so I can run around buzzing and licking flowers and claiming to be a bee.
A bee, what a horrific thing to find in your hair.
I’m sooo glad I didn’t have to go to Bel Aire elementary. My little sister goes there; she’s a Bel Aire Bee. I think if that was me, I’d want to die. My childhood is perfect the way it… was. I think I would do anything to be in the time when I was the opposite of a bee; I was a cougar. My elementary school days were some of the best of my life. I miss my youth.
A bee travels through meadows to find the most succulent of all honeysuckles. He will know it by the one with the fragrant smell of heavy summer and it will be absolutely dripping with nectar. A flower fit for a queen. Literally.
stung by it. this sucks. this time, when it just landed on my foot and i got so scared i started to cry and wail, and i was so hysterical but i have no idea if it actually stung me or it was just me being REALLY REALLY SCARED.
bees are so cool! omg!!!!! when i was like in 3rd grade i was just standing there and it stung my knee!!!!!!!!!! i was so mad! and it hurt! oh but seriously once in like preschool i was outside and i felt a bee go inside my ear! and i FREAKED OUT! and i never felt it come out so i tell everyone that i have a been living in my ear!
buzz. yellow and black. if you don’t wanna get stung, step back.
vibrant in the summer days, leaving and swarming in a haze.
bumble bee, bumble blee. yellow and black.
colonizing with friends, protecting the bees,
they’re soo annoying, how they roam so free.
bumble bee, bumble bee, yellow and back,
bumble bee bumble bee please step back.
Put a bee hive on my grave, and let the honey soak through. Wish I could bee a be. Don’t you?
a bee runs across the floor, “ohh” she scremed, and stomped on it. One dead bee messed up her shoe, “Ooh” she said a yucky bee. One dead been scraped off on the floor
Bee there bee none, bee’s dead, smucked one, bee dead, bee goo, scraped him off my shoe, dead bee goo everywhere
My dad used to keep honey bees out by the junk pile in the back 40. He’d tell us tales about the “dump witch” that lived out there. I think I was more scared of the bees, at first. I enjoyed the honey, and never appreciated the hard work that went into creating it until I now see it in the stores for high prices!
When I think of bee, I think of the colors yellow and black. I’m scared of bees. My brother is highly allergic. I worry because he doesn’t carry an epi pen…. with all the issues regarding genetically altered food, I worry about the future of bees and honey.
I want a bee farm when I grow up, because I really love honey. It’s a great sweetener; it’s a lot healthier for you too. I know it’s kinda dangerous to take care of bees, but I think it’ll be a lot of fun. Apparently they’re endangered, because people keep mistaking them for dangerous bees.
bees go buzz
all the time
they are covered in fuzz
all the time
they save cheerios
yum cheeeerios
bees have swag
bees are black and white fags
black and yellow is only for wiz khalifa
yum wiz
Bee’s are black and yellow. App colors. Bee’s sting. i’ve been stung by yellow jackets before. It sucks.
I like Mason’s description of the word!
bee. just bee yourself because you are beautiful and don’t need to bee anything other than yourself, don’t ever let anyone change you. bee you. always.
Honey is one of the most sweetest thing I have ever had. It makes me feel really content. The last time I had it with roasted peanuts made me feel really good. But the problem of honey making me getting addicted to it is kinda scary. Also I am scared of the bee stinging me.
Daiseline picked up the cheap piece of cardboard on her desk. The front was a cartoon bee with “To: Daiseline, From: Karl” written messily and quickly. The back had yet another bee that said “Bee mine!”
Although it was a cheesy, two cent Valentine card, the same one that everyone in the class received, Daiseline held it up, and took a look at it. Maybe, she thought, there was something special about hers.
ives honey they like to sting people with the masks in the face even though they wear the suits they will sting you anyway. I want to eat honey straight out of the comb but it is way too dangerous to do when there are swarming killer bees flying all around your body I wanna have honey and milk as well as hot dogs with honey mustard. honey makes everything better
There’s a dead bee on the back dash. It’s cut in half, but they’re together still so I guess it counts as a whole bee even though it’s been halved. It’s been there forever, but since bee bodies don’t stink, I guess that’s all right.
So this is my second time doing this, but Bee to me is beeee happy! Though It’s also life life, I’m going through a rough time right now, feeling something that i’ve never felt before. Something like a Bee sting.
Bridget from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
The Secret Life of Bee’s
That horror story in Nickerson’s class.
Audrey Wu.
Summer retreat before sophomore year.
BEE WHO YOU WANT TO BE LADY! (BUG)
Stinging, unmerciful, intelligent, majestic, industrious, dangerous when defensive…much like humans, huh?!
I always hated bees. Hated them.
I was allergic, and a bee sting almost killed me at age four.
Every since, they always seemed to fallow me.
The girl reminded me of a bee.
She just wouldn’t go away. Even if I knew she was toxic.
The only difference was that I liked her company. Even if she’d be the death of me.
My little sister’s name is Bee. Actually, it;s Rachell, but we’ve always called her our little Beeble Baby Bee, and even though she’s 16 now, I still call her Bee. It’s nice and simple. Unlike bumble bees, which we’re both allergic to. Bumble Bee Rachell. She’s a bumbler. Sweetness.
the buzzing bimble bee of beezlebun blatoon likes to eat babbies in the bambles in teh mourners house. what hte mourner liked to see was the trees come out to play, and hten the dew of hte drops came tumbling down the foggly bay. HELLO dear dew of hte drops, the mourne said, “have you come here often? the dew of the drops said
Busy bee, flocking from here to there like a popular queen. Secretly she was lonely, and she needed the distraction to make her feel that she was loved, that she fit in. A party here and a party there, yet she was always by herself, even with tens of people around her. She wasn’t really that busy – she just felt relieved to be seen that way.
Cellphones are interfering with the dance of the bees
Where to find clover, where to hover over the perfect buttercup
It’s a sting to the heart when you do the research
We spread their golden serenity on our toast and dial our loved ones
The queens and the drones are suffering
Just so we know what to pick up for dinner.