Deflowed

                      Deflower

There was once

a tiny seed.

 

It soon became

a majestic flower.

 

Her beauty lit up

    the soil, and

brighten the

    clam

         sway of the

grass.

 

The soothing breeze

helps her dance.

 

She’s an attractive site.

The vision leaves one

            hypnotized.

 

But, her beauty can be taken.

A busy bee,

        smells her sensual sent.

 

When he finds her,

 

He doesn’t care how she dances

 

Only for her flower’s essence,

 the sweet sugar nectar.

 

When he reaches her,

     he steals her pollen

and brakes her pedals.

 

He’s rough

       but she can’t fight back

 

he’s hurts with pain

      but she can’t  scream

 

The bee finishes

 and buzzes away

with  no remorse.

 

The flower stops dancing

The flower’s beauty decays.

 

She doesn’t  feel majestic

She’s not a flower

       just a rotting weed in the dirt.

 

 

Reviews

[Ravenskald]

sounds like a very bad bee
sounds like a wasp to be honest ...
a good poem though ...

a bee should be

When he reaches her,
with hidden store
her petals fall unto the floor
and thus she swells and grows some more
and scatters children evermore
to fourwinds bound
no sound ,no symphony
frem the flower and the bee
but you have to listen carefully
to the flower and the bee

R

[We are young.]

This was very sad at the end. The bee sounds very mean. I love the way you presented the subject of it.