#honey poems on Hello Poetry

Yara Jul 2014

Pollin

Shells burst exposing the soul within

What once was bud holds the key

Buzz all you might

Such delicate skin shan't fall for your poison

Only one bee can access the honey in my deepest being.

#honey #bees #pollin

A Gouedard Jun 2014

Bountiful West

The cup gleams gold in the light
Golden liquid overflowing
Round bowl on a slender stem.
On the table beside it are apples.
Red, yellow, glowing,
Globed sunlight bursting with juice.
Outside in the meadow, the cows
Brown and white, gentle eyed, lowing,
As the calf pushes and pulls on the ****,
Staggers a little and suckles.
Warm milk for the jug.
A blue and white bowl holds the cream.
Blue and white is the sky above
Brown and deep the buzzing of bees
Making the foxgloves bend and bow
Under the coolness of trees
Where the earth holds the richness of leaves
And the bones of the ancestors rest
In the land of the ever blessed.

#honey #bees #cows #ancestors #devon #pastoral #foxgloves #cornwall

Sade LK Jun 2014

Balloon Man

When you're a kid
Some nice person gives you a balloon.
You hold it in your hand by its string;
Touch the shiny tension
Knowing you could pop it at any point.
That feeling.
But I don't wanna talk about
When I was a kid, anymore,
And I've grown so old talking about it.
Cause all I can think of, nowadays
Is a not-so-nice person, giving me
A balloon for $20- that good ****.
I hold it in my hand by the
String of what is keeping me alive;
Touch the black and strum the tension in your
Head's sick symphony.
You're ******* sick, and
Knowing you could pop at any point.
It's that feeling.
But I don't wanna talk about feelings, anymore.
Cause I could never really tell if
I ever felt at all- but this is
All too much
And I have got to get my fix.
It's another $20, it's another
Tension in my head, and
Please, balloon man, make this
Feeling go away.
I don't wanna talk about
How it bubbles, right before
The s l i d e.
The chase, the
Tickle.
The honey sweet- try not to puke;
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
The relief.
Fix me.
A paradise of
Strung out dreams.
You shake and hang your head
Below the bowl, nodding out while throwing up.
I am the modern grunge queen-
The rockstar essence
Musical inspiration.
My guitar has never wept so pure
And begged for more like my
Voice was a cure-
But it isn't. And nothing is.
But this
Makes everything
Better, in the worst way.
Driving home the next day.
The sensation of wanting something
More than air
But can't breathe.
**** me.
**** me.
**** me.

Written June 5th, 2014

#addiction #depression #death #anxiety #****** #black #grunge #suicidal #honey #ptsd

Thniyan Jun 2014

Different is The LOVE

So, What do you think about love sweetheart?
She closed her eyes and replied:
Where Am I supposed to start with, It's a big thing to talk about, Love is not just a word, It's a life changing word..
Honey, Love.. Simply is such a blessing sense, feel, and deep inside touch.
A lot of things have changed on me, behaviors, manners, thoughts, emotions, and feelings.
Honey, Love made me an optimistic person, the way I look to life now, is away better then past.. Now..
I have dreams..
I have ambitions..
I have brighter future for both of us, not for me alone..

Love is the meaning of sharing the life along together, Love is different.
Different than I used to think it is.

#love #honey #feel #different #truelove #sweetheart #lovepoetry

Tanaka Mupinga May 2014

Honey

I think of you, my dear, a collection of perfection.
Your extracted sweetness churned into a sugary confection.

Honey forged from honest bees is said to taste the best.
I plan to eat the nectar from your consciousness, ingest.

Purity is known as that which is undisturbed,
Non-Contaminated and original...unfiltered.

Part of a song I wrote called Butterflies and Smiles

#perfect #sweet #honey #lady #half