Daily Poetry

Daily Poetry

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  • 🐝 The Bees by Audre Lorde
    THE BEES
    by Audre Lorde
    In the street outside a school
    what the children learn
    possesses them.
    Little boys yell as they stone a flock of bees
    trying to swarm
    between the lunchroom window and an iron grate.
    The boys sling furious rocks
    smashing the windows.
    The bees, buzzing their anger,
    are slow to attack.
    Then one boy is stung
    into quicker destruction
    and the school guards come
    long wooden sticks held out before them
    they advance upon the hive
    beating the almost finished rooms of wax apart
    mashing the new tunnels in
    while fresh honey drips
    down their broomsticks
    and the little boy feet becoming expert
    in destruction
    trample the remaining and bewildered bees
    into the earth.
    Curious and apart
    four little girls look on in fascination
    learning a secret lesson
    and trying to understand their own destruction.
    One girl cries out
    “Hey, the bees weren’t making any trouble!”
    and she steps across the feebly buzzing ruins
    to peer up at the empty, grated nook
    “We could have studied honey-making!”
    2 min
  • 🐚 The Sea Shell by Marin Sorescu
    I have hidden inside a sea shell
    but forgotten in which.
    Now daily I dive,
    filtering the sea through my fingers,
    to find myself.
    Sometimes I think
    a giant fish has swallowed me.
    Looking for it everywhere I want to make sure
    it will get me completely.
    The sea-bed attracts me, and
    I’m repelled by millions
    of sea shells that all look alike.
    Help, I am one of them.
    If only I knew, which.
    How often I’ve gone straight up
    to one of them, saying: That’s me.
    Only, when I prised it open
    it was empty.
    2 min
  • ✊🏿Harlem by Langston Hughes
    What happens to a dream deferred?
    Does it dry up
    like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore—
    And then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat?
    Or crust and sugar over—
    like a syrupy sweet?
    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.
    Or does it explode?
    1 min

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