Best Honeyed Poems

She felt his hands so gently lift her hair
Her fingers trembled on the moistened quill
She knew his lips would graze her shoulder bare 
Her writing she kept up to mask her thrill

He pressed into her back his angel face
as thighs of steel closed in on...

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Hungry with desire
I succumb to sweet temptations
and I'm begging for your mercy
give me all your honeyed kisses
that infuse me with their sweetness
come and lay your hands upon me
feel the love that's flowing from me
flowing proof of my desire
that's forever scaling higher
growing fuller with your loving
as...

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Drawn into the honeyed spider web
Like a hungry fly searching for food
Zap, trapped in a web of lies strown
Love words thrown out like stars above
A whole galaxy whirling bright
Where is that brightest star tonight?

Oh! How I long for that star tonight
Draw me into that tangled...

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Stones In The Honeyed Ring Of Time

Sitting here dejected, mere pile of bones
pleasure, just memory in darkest past.
Strip out each lie one polishes and hones
facing truth, nothing can forever last! 

Stark reality of deeds soaked in slime 
pain, a racing bird sent to torture me....

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garden hands caress

herbal scents intoxicate

sharp bee sting sobers

Copyright, July 1, 2017...

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your honeyed lips
the two of them thrill me
I don't mention my favoritism
regarding the bottom one
however, it can't be denied
I believe it may be
that it is the plumpest
of the two
I imagine if I bit it
strawberry filling would emerge
because that is a flavor
I can't live without
but the...

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your nurtured lilacs
feeds roots of life completely
fresh honeyed blossoms

~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 12, 2016~...

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the hummingbirds came
to drink the honeyed fluid
drinking it deeply
now my heart weeps at their death
honey is deadly for birds

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May 29, 2021


Poetry/Tanka/Sweet Honeyed Fluid
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-822-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for Standard contest, Tanka Contest
sponsor, M.L. Kiser, Judged 06/03/2021

Third Place...

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The whisper of my name, kisses my ears as it lands on the breeze
Gently caressing my senses, each one of them to tease
Falling from the sky,  like the dew drops in the mist
Face turned up for dew drop kisses, not one is to be...

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~~~ Honeyed Intoxication ~~~
In the first sight, I fell in your love.
Enthralled by your bewitching and bewildering eyes,
In the first glance, I fell in your love!

Your glossy silky flowing hairs leave me fascinated,
Your dazzling beauty makes me rejuvenated.

Darling, to impress you I have the ironic...

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the cups of pink wine
mingling with the morning sun
the bees throng the cups
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No More Than Honeyed Lies`

Our lives be naught but
Honeyed lies comprised 
By capricious butterflies
so if it feels a bit surreal
You should not be surprised

That masked amongst
The fog and mist
lie scaley things that 
writhe and twist
That hope and dreams
be not what they seem
And tis futile to...

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Clouds are the honeycombs of skyline,
Carrying the honey-sweet droplets of rainwater.
Each time rain touches our Earth,
The taste buds of soil taste the sweetness of the sky.
Every thunder-strike on the grey clouds
Orders the sky to gift more honey
To quench the thirst of all earthlings.
Every waterbody is...

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She comes to sing for bread and breath,
In a pathway by his window.
Time too is stopping this morning
With a longing to hear her voice.
She tiptoes, then stops, then tiptoes
Until she reaches the window.

Song in her mouth, guitar on her 
    Hand with...

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My favorite place, is on a knoll above the meadow,
Under a dogwood tree, wrens flying in the dayglow,
Reading, picnicking, or enjoying the midday snooze,
Or seizing upon canvas, the butterscotch and blues.

Gay blooms crowd the summer, to daydreams' delight,
And butterflies roam so slowly, towards moonlight!
Bronzed days...

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