Best Honeyed Words 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...

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At eventide,
Under the roseate glow
Of the receding evening sun
I sauntered down the road
To where my beloved dwell
Not far-off from my own abode

Fast by his threshold...

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Line of Inquiry
“I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.”

When there was still daylight lingering,
And the wind was...

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We have been coaxed by honeyed words,
Deranged by colonized thoughts, my sons.
Our sinews have furnished their bans
While we are submerged in poverty’s fangs.

You hold to...

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Tears fall, gone the smile so warm, the light of our day.
Where are those deep gentle brown eyes? Doe’s eyes!
Why you, so small, so innocent....

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Love is blind 
To all the perils 
That lie dormant in the mind
Beyond the limits of transgression.

A mortal maiden golden-haired
Priestess of Athena, daughter of the...

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Reading a post by Alfred Vassallo, I have decided to start a discussion on soupers about the ortodoxy of poems. Vassallo complains that the site...

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I've had many honors bestowed upon me throughout the years.
Accolades and titles were heaped upon me by my peers.
Citations I've received and medals were pinned...

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I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that...

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It is not easy for me,
To utter sweet and honeyed words,
That you expect to hear
Each and every lively moment
Of our long-lasting existence.
And yet as we...

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A birthday is a time for great rejoicing
for gifts of beauty from heart and hand untold
to laud with laughter ev'ry sweetheart's voicing
with prayerful words let...

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Narcissistic supply, a shot of honeyed words
How long before the sweet into sour turns?
Now the provider, then the provoker
We’re all victims, all a perpetrator

Honesty and...

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Said the moon to the sun one day,
"Oh why you majestic thing must you avoid me?
And forever escape my rays?
Forever lying with the darkness, yes...

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The immortal masterpiece

Designed in absolute bliss.

''The stream of love

Murmur into soft music.''

 

When at the end of the day

The weight of the coffins fell where...

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In rhythm of love, a masquerade
I pair and dance to join the charade
For all the turmoil that has ever been
Romances... still an alluring scene

Music and...

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