Best Honeysuckle Poems

At day's end, I take in the last light
seeping into the dark waters
across the bay and keep it here.
I gather the sound of departing gulls
smudged...

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I saw Love climb upon the wind
Heard the laughter in the breeze
Tasted lilacs, jasmine, and honeysuckle
With a turn and twist Love caressed my skin
The scent...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from...

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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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Summer Nights

Setting sun, the light is fleeting 
as this day in June’s retreating;
twinkling stars, the darkness greeting,
welcoming this summer night.

Sparrows in the treetops nesting;
daytime bustles...

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I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While...

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I often sit for long periods of time
hoping the perfect beginning will come to me.
To write a poem that starts with a pristine Capital
leaving readers...

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I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and...

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Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist  with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with...

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The light breaks free from winter’s bone
to cast its warmth; to life atone,

to warm the dark; to thaw the chill,
to synthesize through chlorophyll,
a dormant seed...

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You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation

You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations

You wept for their...

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What flowers do we most cherish?

Ones with such aroma they consume our senses,
as sweet purfumed, honeysuckle clad fences,
or those of brilliant hues springing boldly from...

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Love’s Music

If music be the food of love, play on;
play on, oh my Beloved.
Let the sweet melody of your song
fill the dark realms of night...

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