by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Yellow tips of comfort
eye a corner of my sky
Should be holding on
soft skin caresses of sun
coming round once again
Dipped toes in quiet waters
drenched afternoon delight
swans sit still watching
stallions running home
Honeydew dreams drifting
arms wrapped all around
wild visions flap in the breeze
Listen calls to the meadow
come to me and fill her need
by Sarah Seraphin |
Categories:
devotion, love, passion, romance,
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Honeydew dripping from the smiling petals in raspberry
Rose fragrance, upon the corners amid Her soft moist lips ~
Kissing their lovely tenderness; glistening buds of sweetness
Perfumed pearls; sugary joy; heavenly, is their taste...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
...“Loves Perfect Nectars” *
by Jessamyn Duckwall |
Categories:
beautiful, color, fruit, green, happiness, tribute,
Honeydew melon is decidedly feminine--
Venus, the moon, a ripe pregnant belly
at peace on my kitchen counter
emitting the distant scent of summer
rain
Even the sound of her name brings to mind
delicate Shakespearean lady-creatures:
lady-sprite Honeydew flitting about
in forests adorned with soft petal pink,
sweet viridians
On my wooden cutting board, I halve
my luscious green girl, open wide that simple kissymouth.
Her sugared fruitmeat sends waves of ambrosial
love, playfulness even, to my nostrils
We kiss; and oh I'm dizzy with love
for the sweetness of Circe's seafoam
heart-of-mermaid fruit
by William Masonis |
Categories:
beauty, devotion, girlfriend, love,
In the cold of the starligt
You made it quite warm
In the honeydew moonbeams
Your eyes held the storm
The tempests I've made of my life
And my love
Were caught in your pupils
All lit from above.
No need to cry, no, no need to weep
For the thousand unsaids that still lie with my sleep
The million bright moments we'll both go and reap
Will carry as far,
Will carry as deep.
Your beauty is silence
Our glory is new
Born free from the coldness,
That grief-killing slew
Your eyes are both mirrors
Reflecting my love
All filled with the light
Streaming down from above.
by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories:
food, fruit,
(Couplets)
I love eating some fruits day or night
I like some more than others.Thats right!
Watermelon and oranges are among the ones
That I enjoy to eat more than honeyed buns
Honeydew, grapes and cherries are so juicy and sweet
And fruits are so good and healthy for me and you to eat!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
September.29.2014
by Sarah Seraphin |
Categories:
love, passion, romance,
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Honeydew dripping from the smiling petals in raspberry
Rose fragrance, upon the corners amid Her soft moist lips ~
Kissing their lovely tenderness; glistening buds of sweetness
Perfumed pearls; sugary joys; heavenly, is their taste...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
...“Loves Perfect Nectars” *
by Amelie Mara |
Categories:
color, feelings, rain,
Rain sketches lulled dusk
in eaves of mint blue,
bathing tender flesh
from autumn’s debut--
Parasols sway and dance
through spilled avenue.
Green-gold drops ripple,
soaked in dazzling hues
inviting bare lips
to taste honeydew;
wet kisses’ painting
love on avenue.
Theme #7 -COLORS- (old/new)
Contest sponsored by Skat
17 January 2016
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
dream, love,
Aesculus hides a sprig of buckeye
longing another lemongrass scene
secluded off in rainy day kisses
washing against the grainy rocks
... of me
A sorrel drenched in vinaigrette
tossed and served cold
Warm weather wishes woven
tied up and hidden with the riches
sparking chestnut driven dreams
Restless amidst arms of ardor
cerulean wisps parasol freely
into secluded sunset horizons
falling slowly into me
A honeydew sculpture of rare succulence
dripping down and living
in the corners of my sky
-Always
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
beautiful, blessing, dedication, desire, joy, love, wife,
Wrote Her Another Poem
Wrote an alluring poem for her this morn
joys of love for her and our first born
The Sun rose to bask glory upon her face
as she walked in beauty and perfect grace
Gentle wind sang of great admiration too
as flowers in unison it so joyously blew
The trees swayed in rhythm and sweet time
earth going right along with gentle clime
Honeydew , pretty songs of birds did tell
of sweetness and harmony given as well
She that elicits a glowing sincere praise
my heart, joy and temperature did raise
Hot morn matching an intense hotly felt ardor
she that stirs me to ever try so much harder!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-06-2014
by Leigh Dixon |
Categories:
love, senses,
I’m wrapped in your soft, willow arms.
I arch my neck as the sun plants kisses of sweet honeydew down to my collarbone.
Your light breath, a breeze, brushes my cheek and touch’s my senses.
Wild flowers grow where your fingertips trace my skin.
Buttercups
Indian paintbrush
Queen Anne's Lace
A wonderland of colors, scents, and smells.
I get drunk on your love Mother Nature.
by Kenneth Melvin |
Categories:
love,
Of course I love you, the slang phrase Yo, men flirting O, sumptuous U, curse words aches to demolish the beauty of you, sweet sticky substance found on plants she's my honeydew, the sweetness of someone like you, is rare like a holographic card, O you, can a card explain you, cheap brand but great value, right love, what is left residue, drowning in Love Boo, I'll be a lifeguard and be honeydews rescue.
- Loverboi
by Marie Roche |
Categories:
devotion
She was promised to another his older brother
who would scold him in jest taunting
I will win the ultimate jest
Her heart I will pursue the sweet smell of honeydew
Black curls frame her face
Her bosom covered in ivory lace
Five foot nothing in her heels round hips luscious lips
going wild with desire
He could only admire
by Virginia Mitchell |
Categories:
funny
I can't elope with him,
when you're the apple of my eye.
So, don't be a gooseberry green,
and hurt my feelings to make me cry.
Currant-ly, now, I'm dreaming,
of being your precious Honeydew.
So, don't think he a-peels to me,
for Darling, I'm plum in love with you!
We could build a house on Strawberry Lane,
you and I, in our own caper-ous stew.
So, I'm raisin' my hopes high,
that on a set date, you'll say, "...forever, I do!"
Paw-paw is slow to give us his blessing,
as nervously your palms sweat.
So, indulge him, his corny tales of old,
then, Sweet Pea, just tell him, I can't elope- yet!
by Keith D Trestrail |
Categories:
love,
All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my morning and evening star,
sweet inveigler to the unpractised heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
and never know what woe it is to part.
So we are in our beguiling sublimed
by a divine ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love, like a woman’s mind,
keep all mortal men eternal guessing!
Kid, you mean and are everything to me,
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
Written: September 1997
by Rachel St.Cross |
Categories:
beautiful, girl, love,
Honeydew dripping
From the smiling petals
In raspberry rose fragrance
Upon the corners amid
Her soft moist lips ~
Kissing their lovely tenderness
Glistening buds of sweetness
Perfumed pearls; sugary joy
Heavenly bliss in this, she'll taste.
by Barbara Green |
Categories:
appreciation, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, celebration, dedication, destiny,
To my God I make this plea, you the only man for me.
To another, I can never be true,
All I need is a Dose of You.
To your heart, I will always be true
Can’t you feel my love shining through
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the view.
My love has no curfew. Nothing else
On my menu.because, I’m in love with my dose of you.
You are sweet as a honeydew
Don’t need your revenue
When I’m down and feeling blue,
all I need is a Dose of you.
by Peter Dome |
Categories:
addiction, kiss,
Luscious Lips.
.
Luscious delicious honeydew lips
Soft warm pillows so alluring and tantalizing
On which to sip
I like a moth
Transfixed to a deadly flame
As a beautiful siren
Calls my name
Come hither
.
My lust for love
So much
Beyond my will restrain
To explore loves moist sweetest
Bliss and sweetest pain
.
My body on fire
My soul a lowly slave
She the mistress
To whom
I am left breathless
And totally enslaved.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
by Pj Bayliss |
Categories:
love, lust, romance,
I wanna be within you,
When your silky waves crest,
Beads of my milky honeydew,
Burst and run into your nest.
Knuckles tighten with your grasp,
Muscles quaking in strong remorse,
Your voice straddles lust's deep gasp,
Heavenly bodies guide our course.
Waves surge and peak once more,
You shudder like the surf hitting land,
Clenched tight you release sacred door,
Releasing everything, but holding my hand.
(C)2016 PJ Bayliss
by Maria Mitea |
Categories:
meaningful, missing, ocean, paradise, poems, strength, sweet love,
rays deviation
gathered in the sorrow of flowers, smiles
falling asleep on the blood moon, honey
glued on the lines of the palms,
hearts
that flow like sand from the fists, masters
on the other side of the dawn,
rising dunes in the sky
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
love, passion
There is no taste as sweet …
…As a juicy strawberry…
…Godiva chocolates…
…Ripe honeydew…
…The finest pastries…
…Junior’s cheesecake…
Accept… maybe your lips.
mmmm…
by Rose Pace |
Categories:
husband, lost love, love, passion,
What alchemy is at work here
That makes the gut a home for butterflies?
What compels the pulse too quicken so?
Or the cheeks to glow with just a whisper, of a thought of you?
What chemistry Has filled my head with you?
And made the days smell fat with smiles And honeydew?
Yet what force stops and holds me back?
Is it that the pain of love is greater than the lack?
I am scared of the possibilities,
And the numerous ways in which I can break,
I am scared of falling, and not landing on my feet
But in some head over heals, Cliché,
Love will save the day, Sort of way,
Loves poison is strong stuff,
And I am scared of falling
Ill.
by Corey Bryan |
Categories:
image, love,
The mirrored door of our medicine cabinet came off its hinges today. You were searching for the waterproof band-aids you made me buy because every time you have a cut you wash your hands thrice as much. You said it was wasteful to change your band-aid nine times a day.
The mirror crashed, sending your image in shattered fractals in the sink, on the counter, woven in the new seashell bath mat. Thirty or forty or what seemed like a thousand glass pictures of your two month old bangs. So you grabbed the scissors with ease from the newly freed shelf and went to work without a band-aid. Trimming your bangs back two months.
Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew
by Corey Bryan |
Categories:
imagery, love,
Tiny hairs
on the porcelain sink–
Ants on honeydew
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
color,
Colorful vegetables are so good for you
Colorful dining when served cordon bleu
Colorful melons, I just love honeydew
Colorful candies that I love to chew
Colorful cocktails I’ll sip one or two
Colorful rainbows so pretty to view
Colourful skin inking, it’s called a tattoo
Colorful steam train, I hear it choo choo
Colorful language – the air can turn blue!
by Matthew Brackley |
Categories:
imagination, love, nature,
What am I?
On a sea of blue
Mixtures of stardust
Earthen rust
and honey dew
Clouds rising in a dark sky
Fly , if you must
One time before you die
Turning into stardust
Earthen rust
and honeydew
I can live forever...
On wings above
On stardust
On your love