Short Honeysuckles Poems
Short Honeysuckles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Honeysuckles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Honeysuckles by length and keyword.
Nature's Nectar
Sweet aroma of
Honeysuckles in full bloom,
I turn to a bee...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, flower, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The Sparrow's Candy
The honeysuckles
Fill the misty morning air
To the birds delight...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, nature
Form:
Haiku
Honeysuckles
Yellow, white blossoms
Along the barbed wire and posts-
Air drips with nectar...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, childhood, family, friendship, happiness, nature, nostalgia, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Sweet Honeysuckles
Sweet honeysuckles
white and yellow on the vine
say hello in June
Robert Pettit for Sidney LeeAnn’s haiku contest.
5-7-5 syllable form describing a common flower that blooms in late spring
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Categories:
honeysuckles, nature, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Who Am I
Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
string part sector
dulcet wee drip
caress your lip
A distinct fragrance very rare
hard to compare
scopa choring
pollen storing
Fetching Chuckles, honeysuckles!...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Who Am I
Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
string part sector
dulcet wee drip
caress your lip
A distinct fragrance very rare
hard to compare
scopa choring
pollen storing
Multicolored succulent vine
A teasing dine
fetching chuckles
honeysuckles
word count 38...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, imagery, nature,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
The Dream
today we are sitting on a creek bank
feeling the cool breeze run through our hair
a pabst blue ribben between your legs
the smell of honeysuckles in the air
I had a crazy dream last night
about you again
I was floating on the surface
our life was right there
if I could have been a different man
maybe this dream could be
reality...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, crazy, dream, feelings,
Form:
Prose
Summer
( SUMMER )
Summer is warm and full of life
The birds are singing
The butterflies are dancing
The flowers are talking
The wind is gently blowing
The skies are blue
People are playing
The smell of honeysuckles
is in the air
Boats are floating
Fish are jumping
Kids are splashing
Bees are buzzing for nectarines
The days are longer
The nights are shorter
Summer it is full of life!
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-18-2014...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, nature, summer,
Form:
Free verse
Spring Panorama
Azure streams silted with cotton bows
Green, svelte carpet spreads below
Silken florets on tawny branches glow
Yellow daffodils cloak the meadow row
Purple violets' royal fabric vaunted hills hallow
On servile plain, feathery dandelions spread umbrella
Along hedge rows, creamy honeysuckles with sweet dew flow
In dense, brown brush; fledgling chicks from saffron gapes bellow
On the forest floor; jittery, gray squirrels deplete nutty escrow...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, april, beauty, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
Brussel
Brussel
I dream of a river clear
As a nun’s tears
In a landscape of flowers.
Bees, don´t sting
Nestles is banned.
Honeysuckles
Is a dulcet word.
I think of a woman
who came to my village?
Years ago.
Her smile lingers
Her laughter
Alentejo wine
Not the supermarket type
With plastic top
And fake labelling.
The river of love
Runs to Brussel.
This is odd, Brussel
Is a rain heavy place
And little else.
Except
For wonderful chocolate
And tasty beer....
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Categories:
honeysuckles, absence, best friend, blessing,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Full Sail
From the sagging back porch, I could see the honeysuckles.
They twisted the fence, pulled it away from its wooden posts
And I would sit beneath it for hours. Drinking the nectar from
the flowers.
It never seemed to rain when I was young.
Sometimes, when I fall into my car, I
roll the window down and the breeze is
the same one
that took me away from home.
It smells like asphalt and exhaust,
but I swear I can still smell the sweet
wildflowers beneath it all.
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Categories:
honeysuckles, angst, beauty, emotions, flower, growing up, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Ambrosia of First Bliss
It’s July … fragrant honeysuckles remind me
Of summers young when innocent passion bloomed;
Unearthing glances, confidences --- a throb my heart first held
Until desire turned into precious love, we ignited
The ambrosia of moist lips, the blush of intimacy:
Many a time, I wonder about him… fondling our space
While in eves quite , his kind laughter drifts now and then.
Written for Silent One's Seven lines of romantic heaven
6/23/2018...
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Categories:
honeysuckles, first love,
Form:
Romanticism
Willow
In his arms I am free to explore the oceans ~
openly caste my gaze 'pon stars twinkling
in the midnight skies;
his hand gently caressed my face,
as willow wept her tears 'pon the winds ~
From wind a genteel sigh of reprieve is released
as tender droplets of precious rain,
and honeysuckles wantonly bloom
'pon receiving them -- And Aye,
I am free to explore the oceans and more,
in his arms I have found both ecstasy and tranquility
For he is the hearth of my home......
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Categories:
honeysuckles, fantasy, happiness, life, love, on writing and
Form:
Free verse