Honeysuckle Poems | Examples

honeysuckle tree

honeysuckle tree
blossoms rain on summers day
yellow parachutes

she grows renegade
her offshoots grow wild too
commandeer the yard

renegade honeysuckle trees

Honeysuckles commandeered my yard
Ten in a row, watching this old bard
They grow renegade, their roots are super deep.
Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep.

ROSE AND HONEYSUCKLE MONTH

No need for long talk
Because the long talk 
Keeps you stuck 
That  sucks 
It's energy draining.

You can only unfold 
What you behold 
You're only powerful 
Over what you can control 
Be guided;
Diligence is the master key to life.

Welcome to the month 
Of Pride and Awareness 
June to be precise 
The sixth month of the year 
I'm wishing you all peace, love and more.

Honeysuckle

Sweet scent on the breeze, 
Golden bells hanging so low, 
Summer's gentle kiss.

Venus Flytrap

Every little word,
It used to attract me like honeysuckle in a mid-summers bloom.
The nectar that dripped from the flower smelt sweet, the beautiful yellow pollen that left a trace on everything it touched.
Every. Little. Word.
As the seasons changed,
I got used to you finding a new place to bloom and leave your mark there,
I'm fine sharing I think you're too beautiful not to share.
I always knew where to find you, near the smell of honeysuckle and sweet nectar.
After a while I found a new flower, one that caught my eye.
You didn't like that very much.
Your sweet scent captivated me, drawing me in closer.
I land closer to you only to realize you're no longer the sweet Honeysuckle I once knew.
Your mouth closes keeping me near, 
you were so scared of losing me you drew me in with your sweet scent that now felt like poison beneath my skin,
your nectar is no longer sweet but rather bitter as it swallows me.
Your once yellow pollen turns to ash, no longer leaving that beautiful yellow trail,
but a trail of the remains of what you've stolen from me,

Rain Garden

Standing brown barefoot
In the summer springlike rain
Feeling the coolness slide down my skin
Like a bird bath for my soul
Refreshing me inside and out
Each raindrop anoints 
My every joint with hazel hope
Amber buttery thoughts melt
And I plant my seeds
All those cares will be
Carried away to life
The garden I plant 
In the rain will thrive 
The muddy hill will 
bear my fruit and 
The honeysuckle wind
Will carry my truth
Essence of my being
That I will love

Honeysuckle Heartbeat

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.

Honeysuckle Hope

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

Honeysuckle

proffering the scent
hummingbirds under window
add to the ardor

Honeysuckle Wandering

Amazing
how smells
attach to a memory

More vivid
than eyesight
hearing or touch

They wait
deep inside us
to capture the moment

When all
other senses
—have started to rust

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

Betwixt Us Honeysuckle

he recalls childhood —
   betwixt us honeysuckle
      chest high chain link fence

scent lingers within
   the boundary of neighbors —
      heart’s swoon carries it

could i be that bird
   that flutters its wings of time —
      hover o’er the past

honeysuckle scent —
   i come out the door to play
      i look innocent

i’m not a poet
   yet — just a scared little bird
      in need of a friend

lang syne lingers with its scent

1/31/2022

Bring Me Home

I'd like to give you an ounce of perfume
that I borrowed from honeysuckle vine.
This scent is old, more lovely, one presumes
than French perfume always made by design.

This scent leads me back to my childhood days,
I hear ringing echoes of our voices,
running barefoot over hidden pathways--
days before we had to make life's choices.

Carefree days of locust blooms, apple pies;
forever friends, we innocently thought.
Never worried past our wondering eyes--
pretending life, chasing dreams sometimes caught.

Come, we'll sit on my childhood backdoor stairs,
search for dreams always in plentiful bloom.
We'll stay only to hear memories' airs.
The ticket's in honeysuckle perfume.

Bring Me Home Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
4th place
(Poem updated 1/18/2022)

A Lovely Memory

When being little was your super power
adored by grandparents who had gifts of love
always asking do you want more food more money
whatever could not be baked or made
was whisked away to buy from the store

Honeysuckle bushes sweeten the southern breeze
playing in the dirt under apple and pecan trees so fun
baking my skin just right for mosquito bites
yellow sun dancing in the cotton clouds
painting everything it touches with happy rays
sunflowers huge taller than me
with brown hearts to match my own

The door to door salesmen holding his hat
speaking nicely to us and the cat prowling
chasing butterfly in the Carolina sky so blue

The squeaky door means papa home from work
or visitor brings joy gossip and teal tall tales
The houses on sugar creek are charmed armed with character
just like the country folk who live in them
As rainbows slide the sky into eve 
We play hide and go seek then chase
fireflies putting them in jars
traffic is slow like the times
And we get all our hearts desires
love food shelter fun and fantasy.

Orange Honeysuckle

I was in constant competition with the bees
Vying for orange honeysuckle from the trees
Bulbs of orange waiting on a cue
Warm and sweating, we kids were a few 
Squeezing pure sweet nectar down our throats
The last drops with eyes closed is what we knew
We were the collectors of sweet nectar
That belonged to the bees 
I guess they got fed up
And stung the hell out of us, with glee!
My lip was swollen and served me right
Three days of no sucking was my plight
My friends laughed at this sight 
The bees were back in action
without competition from me!

7.6.2021
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Contest: A Tender moment from Childhood.

Scents of Sweet Honeysuckle

Scents of sweet honeysuckle swell up through the lush 
Over-grown path to the old cemetery at Spy Rock Hill, there,
Fresh-cut flowers have decayed like piles of dead tree brush.
Scents of sweet honeysuckle swell up through the lush
As children, we played around the grand old tombs lying flush
With each other, engraved flat stones, on Memorial Day where
Scents of sweet honeysuckle swell up through the lush
Over-grown path to the old cemetery at Spy Rock Hill there.


HONORABLE MENTION
written May 19, 2021
for "Try a Triolet" poetry contest
sponsored by Kim Merryman

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