#honeysuckle
The stars are far away
far apart, just like us
They twinkle on me
lights of happiness
the stardust from when
we were together
Your lips sparkled
in my heart, your warmth
lay in my arms
I can still feel it, here
in the garden, with the stars
above, above me
and above the scents
of the honeysuckle
just as it was with you
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
I am a child,
wondersome and awestruck.
A bird with the wind beneath my wings,
a wild horse in vast rolling landscapes.
I am the sun warming the grass
where I lie with my lover,
summer honeysuckle heavy in the air.
I am a four-leaf clover in a witch’s garden.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 3:18 PM UTC
Honeysuckle has an enticing smell.
In its garden, it suits so well.
It's oils come in many variants.
They are good antioxidants.
They are full of nectar, and bees will dwell.
Attracts butterflies at their will.
Watch them fly by my window sill.
Lovely flowers are so vibrant.
Honeysuckle
Stands for good fortune and for love as well.
Represent happiness, as one can tell.
Used for the common cold, if so evident
Also decreases swelling incidents.
In my garden, tubular flowers fill
Honeysuckle
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC
Honeysuckles blooming
In the harsh summer heat
Luring the butterflies near
All eager to eat
Honey-like nectar
An alluringly tender treat
I wonder if those lips will taste
As irresistibly sweet
Vines creeping and trailing
Covering me from head to toe
lacing into the divets of my skin
Choking me slow
A beading drop of honey
Gliding gently on my tongue
Soft fragrance lingers
All from when we were young
He is entangled in my soul
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC
You were all honeysuckle kisses
That led to bee sting lips
The one last glass of wine
that I knew was a mistake
But I drank you anyway
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
How can your soul
roam across this world
while it holds no care?
Drinks jam out of its jars
And sleeps in a bus shelter
Behind the toothless grin
and the dreams of the Boulevard
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
Your love was honeysuckle sprouts growing with every breath I took. My tears kept them flourishing until they were sprawled up my insides, clogging my throat not being able to decipher the 'I Love You's from the screams. Quickly the vines overgrew and spilled out my mouth as messy as the poems, forgetting what it was to feel empty.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
I've been breathing in everything I hate
Such as the smoke from fire that bellows beneath my feet,
It burns and it scalds and yet,
I do not learn my lesson.
My lungs have become airbags- deflated, charred
It hurts me to breathe but yet,
I do not learn my lesson.
I have been shown the sweet smells from the valley,
The honeysuckle kisses against my dried lips
But nectar is far more vicious than tar.
For it sticks to you like a bad memory
It will coat you in a sweet sickness,
A birth from a joyous hospital room
Honeysuckle kisses upon dry lips,
While they pump you full of the tar.
So while my lungs cannot heave anymore,
And my organs coated with depression
The nectar does nothing but upset my stomach
It causes it to wretch like a screaming baby
Lack of honeysuckle kisses fuels the fire.
I will continue to burn and scald my feet-
But I will not succumb to the iridescence
That will one day leave you sick,
And sticky sweet.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
rainstorms fiercely bulge the waves
toss honeysuckle and bougainvilleas
blow their blossoms high
towards the rainbow
that in sunny moments
sparkles over volcanic hills
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
that if
an calmer breeze appeared
resistance swallows
to
me
oh
bird in flight
feather tip play
scented rainbows
night time
of
glances
what was
i
that
dream
dreaming was i
pillowtops
replaced
with
king size sheets
that heads be awoke
be
awoke
to be awoke
dance with me
here
on
the
clouds
that our vision
besculpted
once
again
spool from me this love
hammer to me
******
in
glove
our hands meet here
what middle shall we play
rest on my shoulders
rest with me
in
the
morning light
tell me to you
what
was
i
?
...
..
.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
Summers day and a fragrance
of honeysuckles all in bloom
Where dragonflies zoom, zoom
over high grass and a stream
Alas. a sleeping fairy in a dream
Captured by a lonely ogre
See, she sleeps on his shoulder
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
Enchanted by spring’s
rustling whispers
... whistles swirl
in the pungent springtime breeze;
steeped with a bedazzling
cadence
heart dancing
to a hummingbird’s
whirs
waves of breath,
of little wings waft,
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice
a
tiny manger
beset of hidden gold
precious speckled eggs,
silver lining of smallest hopes
fruits of fruition
continuum beheld prize,
concealed in interwoven rootlets;
potently perfumed flowers
while away
the waning dark hours;
swollen full flower moon
waxing yellow,..
heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
the one with eyes of a child,
wonder ― hidden inside,
marvel in the light of grateful eyes
imbibing an unholdable moment's
spellbinding elixir
... poetry alive
air so poignantly perfumed
with blossom
moonstruck
by spring’s frolicking cadency
a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication
a sobering beauty that just is...
someone ... May 2017
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
with water color ink
made permanent with a pin
an emerald garden grew
from the surface of her skin
the sight was divine
the branches aligned
& through the cracks
poured sunlight in.
the honeysuckles oozed
the hollyhocks seeped
as chartreuse hummingbirds
dank nectar through their beaks.
by her favorite birthmark
hanging from a tree
was a silver web of silk
gossamer and dazzling.
with each image set,
pressed onto her skin
her flesh turned bright red
like the rosehips near her ribs.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
I sit and listen to the crickets melancholy tune
I watch the moon start to bloom
The stars pirouette across the sky
Soon the frogs are croaking in relpy
Fireflies light up the night
Flickering their golden light
A single wolf starts to howl
As if to ask the age old question how
I ended up so lonely
And where's my one and only
My dog is sitting at me feet
She looks up at me as if to say, nothing here is off beat
In the cool of the evening
the honeysuckle is smelling much sweeter
Than in the day under the sun's heater
The moths flutter around on silent wings
My heart is so light it just sings
I just sit here for hours dreaming
Under the moon that now is just beaming
My dog gets up and moves to the door
I look at my watch it's way past four
She's ready for the foot of my comfy bed
So I oblige, and make my way inside,and lay down my weary head
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Darling, your touch, elegant,
like a soft petaled flower,
transfixes me in place,
and your scent drives me mad.
Warm sweet tastes,
like nectar, sugar drops,
trail across my skin.
Those flavors, refreshing,
like honeysuckle on a Summer afternoon,
bold and vibrant like the Sun,
coat my lips like morning dew.
My heart flutters,
like a hummingbird, fast,
and the only thought tormenting me,
is the desire to relive it again.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Honeysuckle running deep in nostril's recollection
Wafting nectar dripping in air, please stop
Must stay present, no time for memory swap
Sneaking in, yellowed dreams, desirous confection
O purgatory, keep me still, deviate no such inflection
Causeway flash backing egg yolk, and lemon spectrum
Road lined in runners, speckling scintillation
This loose maddening of honeysuckle titillation
Reverse your tendril's twist, quivers an ungated septum
Covers, green to yellow transitions, honeysuckle bedlam
I cannot dance down this lane for fear of you
Your ringlets curl, clasp, coil me
On such road of alluvial soil I see
How can I? Must I, escape steer of dew?
You're honeysuckle memory of all I knew
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
Orange blossoms
Honeysuckle
A heart on a breeze
And you
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Underwater light faceted
in the enormous aquamarine
set in bronzed stones.
A pale green mist lifts from the pool
follows the lantern lit pathways
back to the dark and shady places
edging to the olive grove
and the blackness
of the wych elms
and the limes
enclosing the garden
like impenetrable walls.
Here, on a very warm night
with a honeysuckle, jasmine breeze
heady, rich and almost liquid
You can stand on the sun-filled stones
stretch and hold
the heart-breaking sweetness
of the night.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Ophelia has
flower petals
growing beneath
her tongue, and
I can taste
honeysuckle
when I kiss her.
There are highways
in the grooves
of her hips.
I like to trace them,
and get lost
somewhere between
intimate whispers and
an unsteady heartbeat.
Ophelia has a
mocking jay stuck
in her throat, and
it sings to me
when she finds
herself stuck in
tangled vines and
dwindling
self-confidence.
She weeps at least
an ocean a day,
and that's more
than my diminutive
hands can catch.
I think I'd like to
spend a few eternities
exploring the peculiar
jungles of Ophelia.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
honeysuckle heart, beating so fast
listen in sin the hummingbirds sing
and devour the poisonous pollen
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC