Dan Reynolds

Veteran Poet - 1,450 Points (Justiceville)

Ode From A Dying Bee. - Poem by Dan Reynolds

I know not why nor how you are a threat
for I cannot be party to your thoughts.
What I have never known, I can't forget.
My last peace was among forget-me-nots.

I sought not to befriend, nor to be foe
as on my quest to gather I was sent.
My focus lost as you waved your chapeau.
Surprised... had not surmised, your true intent.

My instinct, so succinct yet resolute
engaged my autopilot self destruct.
My sting engaged, enraged was I to boot.
Your pain my death, as such we both were f*cked.

Though Mother Nature's creatures make you rich...
wrong place, wrong time, you'll find that life's a bitch?


Comments about Ode From A Dying Bee. by Dan Reynolds

  • Rookie - 72 Points Scotty Dogg (11/7/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    Why doesn't anyone comment on your poems? They're friggin' great. Nice job here! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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