Honey Poems | Examples

Premium Member honey bee house

Would you be willing to have a honey bee house?
My cousin said yes to this.
bees could choose a plethora of flowers in her yard
Acres of flowers
she has only seen one honey bee near them
But many yellow and black bumblebees
Are the bumblebees bullies? Thugs?
The honeybees stay close to their bee house
It is curious
I will transmogrify into a bee and find out

Premium Member BEE

B = Be sweet as honey is what we are told
E = Every child as you buzz around so bold
E = Every adult no hiding in a hive as you get old
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Evenings in late september

autumn rolled in like honey
how we loved savouring those warm sunsets
sweet together memories of romance



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Other

Premium Member Winnie the Pooh

Often Piglet and Winnie the Pooh
head out to the zoo
a slight detour and they come up to a beehive
for sweet honey it sure is worth a dip and a dive
Form: Clerihew

Honey Color

My color is honey color! Lucid sweet food pleasant medicine!
Form: Monoku


honey, it is the atmosphere

stretching hands
pointing out
blaming skies
yearning for the sunlight
without any ability
to radiate with own might
when it's asked for the rain,
it shudders; for blue hue,
its yellow beams remain
unfathomable during typhoon
because here at the center of storm
there is no swarming heavy rain's tune
the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit
the moment it dropped on the puzzle
just give it some time to melt in it
each ounce of it can surmise your yelp
the fog will block your horizon
until you finally uttered help.
Form: Rhyme

Added Honey

He said she had a laugh like added honey
and said her hair was long and lovely
she laughed and said his hair was too
he laughed... and then she knew
.
she sat and talked about the weather
and said too hot for his jacket leather
and she remembers his blue eyes so very well
and thought 'he's' not shy'....she can always tell

they sat and talked about nothing.....and places
in a high street cafe of crowded faces
he said ' is your latte hot'
by then .........she had forgot

he said her laugh is still like added honey
and tells her,  her hair is still long and lovely
she laughs and said his was too
but then he cut it, when it grew

they fell in love, it was meant to be
to grow old together, see
and the first meeting felt ,  just so very right
but she's never told him............................he's still her light
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member honey bee makes a bee line to the sunflower

he flies to the sunflower
of course, because it is the largest and the brightest
Pollinating it with all of his heart, I hear his happy sounds
a joyful honey bee

Premium Member Honey Moon is Brilliantly Blue

What is something blue; the bride will tuck away her someday
in her til-death-do-they-part bouquet-distillation.
—by poet

Light up the darkness with star sound.
honey moon, round,
brilliantly blue -
preemptive view.
Sound of the sky, lights up bride’s gown;
blessings flow down.
Black rose, of groom,
forever bloom
in a silver-moonshine bouquet.
It’s bride’s someday
and her groom’s plight -
round-robin rite.
Form: Verse

Smoke and honey

you trace my constellations 
you put stars in my eyes
you whisper sweet nothings
which ended up being my demise
the sweet taste of honey you leave on my tongue
numbs the pain of the nicotine in my burning lungs
you say the lace of my garments traces my bones
but all i see is a girl way out of tone 
it’s not the falling that scares me
it’s the outcome i fear
will you get better 
or will you grow worse throughout the years
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member - Hanging For Honey -


    The
    rich joy
    of the earth's
    diversity
    The clover meadow
    a wildflower delight
    Snapshot of bumblebees drinking
    valuable nectar liquid
    Sucking through its narrow proboscis
    June is the time for our dreams to come true
Form: Etheree

a little balm and a little honey

in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart

you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure

curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin

we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table

waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light

He Gave Us More

Being weary of our direction
No guidance which way to go
We cried out Lord please help us
He pointed His finger, that way now go
With the new land of milk and honey
We grew dependent upon the Lord
He gave us all we needed
And continued to give us more
Thank You Lord for Your goodness
We'll remember Your kindness indeed
Oh Lord how do we ever repay You?
He said start over, plant a new seed
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member No Calling Her Decrepit

"As the day ends, one is closer to heaven." By Poet

My neighbor is old,
she can be very bold.
Loving to wear lots of fancy gold,
and decrepit I am told.

You know age is just a thing,
numbers one wants to ring.

How old are you,
that number may make you blue.
They tell me I am a decrepit ninety-two,
but I can still tie each shoe.

Honey - age is all in one's mind,
seeing myself as twenty-five to all mankind.
I may not be well defined,
but I will always be kind.
Form: Rhyme

Allergic Reaction

When first invited
to The Land of Milk and Honey
where stars at night shone bright
and days there were always sunny
he demurred to go
Abraham was of a mind to politely decline
as wouldn't you know
he was lactose intolerant
and diabetic too so
the alleged Promised Land
would only guarantee
even more misery
but when he repented and relented
as his story unravels
more than 2,200 miles
by ox-cart he then travels
and tho' it's unsure if he found a cure
or the fire of his desire
to fulfill the dream which kept him alive
lo he lived to be an old soul of
one hundred and seventy five
Form: Rhyme

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