Best Honeysuckle Poems
You bloomed in heartbeats of cream daisy,
longing to be born like breaths of
gold honeysuckle petals,
but, when fate smeared silence
on twinkling throbs of
innocence, life
sighed in crisp
embers
of
faith
as your
feet basked in
peace above earth.
Weaving shine with a
pearly smile, you swirled in
a snow-white lily's soul when
heaven melted in moonstruck sight;
I'll miss you, beyond love, my flower.
out my glass window
sways the silenced sunflower
facing herbs of gold
and silver-winged butterflies
glazed in honeysuckle hope
But in this darkness
I knit lyrical tankas;
Ink that unchains gate
to glistening moon gardens
where I'll flee from heartless ghosts
So if tomorrow
there's no poetry or prose
remember these words
as these are suppressed daydreams
of a caged blue nightingale
I trail across your sturdy wall,
spreading the warm scent of friendship
upon the dew-laden air;
my arms are airy tendrils, growing, stretching,
becoming determined vines of love
that climb across high barriers,
reaching you inside your mighty fortress.
My sweet fragrance travels with the breeze
blessing you wherever you may be,
calling you to be my friend.
Come, join me in weaving a fragrant bower
where weary souls may rest.
Honeysuckle means bond of love.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 3, 2015
gentle evening breeze
honeysuckle perfumed air
promise of summer
inhale of sweetness
floral scent of paradise
memories linger
stars sparkle down smiles
fullness of what is to come
moment eternal
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It was a warm evening. I had just come back from the office. I got out of the car and the scent of honeysuckle enveloped me in magic. It was one of those moments, that you can't describe....so rich...so...full of promise and life....a moment where you are lead to believe that the world is beautiful, the universe close, and eternity in your grasp. This scent brings with it memories. I was filled with bliss. I don't usually do haiku...but...here it is. I hope you enjoy it! Hugs
Holding on with slender vines that gracefully twine the fence.
Ornately draping fragrant blooms, the hummingbirds like best.
'Neath, in your shade, the rabbits rest in the noontime sun.
Evening breezes bring your calming scent across the lawn.
Your tender shoots reach out, like a child's hand that wants to be held.
Spring awakens you to help welcome my Roses near the well.
Unlike any other blooms, so dainty and delicate.
Creating a yellow, orange and pink upon green, sweet blanket.
Kindly, I snip and try to train you to stay in one place,
Lucky for me, you forgive this invasive disgrace.
Elegance is your nature, while tenacity is your strength.
For Carol Brown's contest: Flowers Of Spring
Placement:3rd
I relax in the shade of the whitewashed porch
as my gnarled hands caress the arms
of the creaking rocking chair -
it was my late Gran’s favorite possession
I’ve been fortunate to be able to lease her cottage
the temperate climate here boosts my spirits
My once rosy complexion is pallid -
the doctor says my time is running out ...
soon I’ll be at eternal peace in heaven
I’m constantly tired ...
even the simplest chores exhaust me
I’ve neglected the cottage garden
it pains me to see the sweet honeysuckle
left untrimmed and straggly
yet, I wait patiently for its gold buds to burst open
releasing its stunning scent on the zephyr breeze
Required words :- temperate, buds, lease, possession, heaven, complexion, eternal, gold, untrimmed, shade.
A Summer's Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
8/12/19
Moonlight trickles soft light
Pouring from Milky Way
Illuminating gold silent night
Save for fireflies dancing away
Honeysuckle breeze enticing
Blue butterfly sleeps in red rose
Vision of brown owl exciting
Hunting with razor sharp toes
honeysuckle vine
wraps tenacles to trellis....
clematis demise
delicate tendrils
wrapped around willow trellis
perfume fills the air
I chose this theme as I adore the delightful pale yellow flowers and sweet scent of the honeysuckle blossom lingering on the breeze
Traditional Haiku - Nature Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
08/04/20
heartfelt
bond to grandfather's farm
in the south
tobacco grows in his dark earth
honeysuckle too
H unger drives small wings to follow-
O n search of nectar to swallow.
N atures own sweet drink to borrow-
E ven if morning dew falls tomorrow.
Y ummy blossoms drench zealous air-
S ifting through briers with flair.
U nderneath the weeping willow-
C olored spouts in sun kissed yellow-
K eeping everything quite mellow.
L eaving frail stems to intertwine-
E agerly small wings stop to dine.
V intage sweet blossom abundance-
I nvites even insects to chance.
N o spring is forever complete-
E ating all so tenderly sweet.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "FLOWERS OF SPRING” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
May 15, 2011
Dig up running honeysuckle
It seems to resist demise
Wraps its long slender arms around
The Clematis my prize
It has coked out the lilies fair
Left little space for bulbs
Why birds did you use that space
To defecate a tub
Those seeds digested prolific
Honeysuckle runs wild
No place for something aggressive
In my garden so mild
luring bees
honeysuckle
in full bloom
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Butterflies, Honeysuckle Breezes and Poetry
I try, I swear I try,
but you are always there,
touching my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
on endless wishes
cast upon continuous ripples,
rapidly forming with every breath I take
Evening brings the sunset
in multicolored shades of how I feel
Reaching for that lost love,
floating like indigo butterflies
just beyond my grasp, though
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope
I have been told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom
at the peak of the arbor,
radiant beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before,
when your petals gathered at my heart
And try as I like it is of no use,
My mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed whispers and twilight shadows
which never seem to end
For as long as there are butterflies,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry…
there will be you
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
Thanks for all of the kindness you have shown me
"Honeysuckle"
"life is just peachy"
this is what she said
I was considering
her nonchalance
how can people
be all sunny side up
this late in the day
when roses have thorns
and seersucker’s dead
my side was covered
in Winter shadows
I was considering
all this and more
when he came walking
through my door…beaming
like the Sun
Smiling like he knew me
Not knowing I was on the run
from another life
packing a loaded gun
I poured forth a counterfeit smile
“Honeysuckle’s heavy on the bough”
he came up close, too close, to miss
“Here they’re beautiful, I picked these just for you”
He hesitated
I returned the kiss,
kind of swift
I’m thinking
How to replace a life sentence with Senryu
My mind’s full of bees that sting
Words are locked and loaded
Trust is the thing
that’s missed
Bees love honeysuckle
my mind is rust eroded
He puts some music on,
moves towards me,
his slinky Summer skin all hot
his slender fingers moving
my hair behind my ears whispers
music and poet's notes
my oh my, what big gentle hands he’s got
“come on babe, let’s dance to this”
my belly’s tied in knots
seduction
bees forgot
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.”
n.b.
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