Honeysuckle Poems - Poems about Honeysuckle

...I am an enlightened equinox, strolling in shapes of faded universe, dreaming poetry in susurrus serenades of rustling ruby-leaves, whispering as cool beamish hues to my autumnal-quartz......Read More

...If you were a lilac And I was a bee I'd make us a home In a honeysuckle tree I'd fly to where you're planted And get down on one knee Then take your petals in my wing And ask if you would b......Read More

...Zinnia,I remember you,each day Don't ever despair,my Petunia Or give up,precious Lily. Never forget,my Carnation I'm thinking of you,my Pansy You have my devotion,Honeysuckle. My heartfelt ......Read More

...There’s a new dawn A gentle breeze swirling around The sweet fragrance of honeysuckle In the air. I step out With a rose in my hand A new feeling in my heart Esperance. Date -16/......Read More

...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 ......Read More

... Heard my grandchildren the other day, “We’re bored to death” is all they could say, There just isn’t anything for us to do. That got me to thinking about how, the troubles that these youngsters......Read More

... 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 on the sky, the quietening settle of birds ......Read More

... Sweet Honeysuckle. Hummingbirds and butterflies. Summer in splendor.......Read More

... Summer morning sunrise Dawn paints with pastel hues Day breaks before my eyes Pastel hues gently brushed by angels in the sky when all the world is hushed The sky has golden threads stit......Read More

...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......Read More

...In the dusting of the springtime I think of a long-ago place where honeysuckle wildly climbed midst delicate, white Queen Anne's lace. Days were young and golden were we like wildflowers, in t......Read More

...I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree… —Joyce Kilmer LOOSE LEAFS In the dusting of the Springtime, blush petals fall - sobriquet-youth. Scented ......Read More

...A building ruin touches my heart Its days of worthiness are now gone. Its French doors are now falling apart crumbled bricks inhabit one-time-lawn Weeds climb trellis instead of lace vine Hone......Read More

...ginkgo autumn red hokkaido egrets migrate honeysuckle fades April 2 2023 ......Read More

...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......Read More