Love Poems About Honeysuckle or Honeysuckle Love Poems
by Daniel Turner |
Categories: appreciation, nature, summer,

Summer Love Sonnet

What's not to love about a summer day?
Kissed by the sun, the warmth of its embrace
To feel the cleanse from sweat at work and play
While honeysuckle breezes cool my face

With hillsides blanketed in purple vetch
Magenta morning glories and light blues
Imagine all the butterflies they fetch
A scene to romance any poet's muse

But when it gets too hot, I seek the shade
Barefoot in clover 'neath tall sycamores
Or take a watermelon down to wade
A spring fed creek, to cool, while I explore

That evening, in the swing, I watch  fireflies
Then pray I wake to see one more sunrise 


   May 9 - 2018
   Daniel Turner

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love,

Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell
fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain.
A memory that I cannot curtail
wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again
it’s May. . . the night you came by the moon's light.
The air was permeated by perfume
from blossoms colored innocently white.
But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom.
When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red,
will be swooped up by birds - carried away.
I stoop to touch a stem.  How soon has fled
my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey.
I bow in downpour like the vines bent low
while raindrops - glistening with my own tears - flow.

by Eve Roper |
Categories: winter,

The Color Palette of the World Has Changed

The color palette of the world has changed.
Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky.
The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall.
Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over in the garden;
yet the passion, fragrant, rosebud cherry and amber
honeysuckle vine, twines round the wooden arbor,
inviting the few scarce bees to come to its nectar.
Forbearance wooden starlings and mourning doves
move on with their singing and coo-OO-oo throughout the day.
Warm breath onto the cold window, a traced note of love.


10/1/2023


by Eve Roper |
Categories: nature, winter,

painters brush

The color palette
has changed of the world .
painters wispy brush
clouds line clear calm sky.
Day is cold and dry,
Fine snow starts to fall.
Plants have ceased budding
bent, spilling over
yet passion, fragrant,
unadorned jasmine,
honeysuckle vine,
knit wooden arbor.
untiring starlings,
early mourning doves
move the day with their
inviting singing
and soft coo-OO-oo
throughout the chill day.
Ardent breath, note traced
of love, a heart shape
onto cold window.

1/6/2024

by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: love,

Our Love Forever Sweet

The bitter icicle wind pierces the words "I love you"
                 Before they reach your opal ears

In a dream we laugh! and tumble in long grasses;
Your hair, brushing my face, your scent
                  Flushing my heart

Pausing, we each gather honeysuckle blossoms
Playfully guiding the stems to each other's lips
Nibbling sweet nectar as our lips melt together

                          Gently
We awake      entwined in each other's arms

                          Our Love
                      Forever Sweet

by Hiya Sharma |
Categories: deep, destiny, flower, love, meaningful, memory, metaphor,

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.

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: august, beauty, good morning, nature,

- Painting the Sun Yellow -

In case I've forgotten it
I wish you a lovely morning
Fill your coffee cup with sunshine
With glory and grace
A soft whispering sunshine
is surrounded with love
A fountain refreshing in your face

Of this beauty
I photograph this picture in my soul
and hiding it for dark winter days
The silence, the sun, the smell of honeysuckle
and flames of the northern lights
Yellow sunshine and blue sky, I want to paint
Nature's wonders, is forever dear












18.08.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by Faye Gibson |
Categories: friendship, identity,

I Am Honeysuckle

I trail across your sturdy wall,
spreading the warm scent of friendship
upon the dew-laden air;
my arms are airy tendrils, growing, stretching,
becoming determined vines of love
that climb across high barriers,
reaching you inside your mighty fortress.
My sweet fragrance travels with the breeze
blessing you wherever you may be,
calling you to be my friend.
Come, join me in weaving a fragrant bower
where weary souls may rest.

Honeysuckle means bond of love.

© Faye Lanham Gibson, May 3, 2015

by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, passion, romance

Couplets of Your Love

As I emerge from the dark, your light engulfs me.
Love ignited with a spark, and I trembled in ecstasy.

Just a soft caress, from the tenderness of your touch.
I adore you with all I possess, which may be too much!

Your moist butterfly kiss, makes my very knees buckle.
I'm in a state of bliss, for your tongue's sweet as honeysuckle!

The smell of your honey pot, awakes every one of my senses.
You've hit the exact spot, for you've removed my emotional defenses!

Your love blankets me, sending me spiraling above.
My heart recites your poetry, and I'm comforted by your love!

by Susan Gentry |
Categories: love, marriage, moon, passion, summer, trust,

Summer Sonnet

Honeysuckle vines, butterflies and bees
Red-orange sunset slides and disappears
You and I on front porch sipping ice tea
Sitting side by side after all these years

When I look into your eyes so deep blue
Our hands entwine and we lean in to kiss
A warmth engulfs my heart, you feel it too
Summer love and passion leading to bliss

The many years of dancing and playing
Moonlight and gentle breezes caress us
Familiarity serenading 
Desire rising from a lifetime of trust 

Under the heavens feeling heavenly
Secure that our love a lifetime will be

May 15, 2018


Summer Love Sonnet Contest by John Hamilton
N/A

by John Trainer |
Categories: dark, loss, lost love, love, missing you,

Vainly I Stand

Vainly I stand before you
Waiting for an utterance
Any word of understanding
But these are days of famine

The honeysuckle flow of verse,
And kindness has abandoned
No words can repair this ruin 
Too late, too late, to wait

My memory of you will fade
Yours of me will never be
And thus is another chapter
Of broken dreams and lost love

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Beauty

Caramel eyes so soft and sweet
Honeysuckle touch when we meet
Amber shades in your hazel hair
Running down a skin so fair
Melt into me and make me whole
Align your heart with my soul
Invade my mind with thoughts of you
Never forget that I love You
Everlasting beauty I am yours

by Tim Smith |
Categories: deep, love,

Who We Are

Seductive tones filter the slumbered night
swashes of seda fill up an accented view
swirls of honeysuckle flicker in the breeze
and again the beauty of you is inhaled

Strip down low to the bare essentials
drench your soul in the waters of me
embrace fully in the arms of self content
and unleash chaos holding a being at bay

Enter into my entranced persona offering
let sacred dreams spill over silent borders
unburden that heavy heart hidden away
guarded, we are not who we say we are

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Morning Calls

Morning calls as her spinet notes hum
a heated Fur Elise with many rays of love
dancing drops of glory beat upon a song
inside my painted dreams I sing along

Gentle thoughts float as I arise
longing toward such soothing eyes
wafts of honeysuckle fill the air
a precious smile for you are there

As day breaks and we take a pause
enjoy all her beauty without a cause
my hand rests upon her placid cheek
for another love I shan't ever seek

by William Robinson |
Categories: childhood, nature, nostalgia, seasons,

A Full Moon Night

The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape, 
In varying shades gray.

A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.

A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain, 
In a melancholy wail. 

The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.

Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.

by Karen Jones |
Categories: animal, appreciation,

Cicada Song

Honeysuckle hazel breeze
Blowing through my mind's trees
Despite outside with winter freeze
In my heart that's blasphemy

Sunny smiles and heated red touch
Stay a while and fall in lavender love 
Jack frost lost his sex appeal
Fireplace warm with toasty teal thrill

Summer songs are our escape
The sing a longs so fun to play
Critters that creep we fascinate
Soon they sleep but we stay awake

Cicada song so wild and absurd
In our home where summer's preferred
Eyes surprised by spying song bird
Never denied inside poetic word




by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: happiness,

- Meet Me -

Are you caught by the pleasure
              the pleasure without links or key
              A joy that the heavens pouring
              A heavy rainfall of happy sun rays       
              The heat from the sun blushing on your cheeks
              Drink of happiness .... a glass of the best wine
              Eyes like the rays of joy
              Close your eyes ... smell of the honeysuckle
              Meet me ... In a world with care and love





29.11.2013
A-L Andresen :)

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: devotion, faith, father, inspirational, life, loveme, inspirational, autumn, love, me,

Sweetly Fragrant

Sitting under the pale pink running rose
At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day
Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose
For my love who lives in heaven's  way

To me He's like a honeysuckle vine
Blooming in the month of May
Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines
He's like the gold of mountains that's refine

To me He's like the babbling brook
Sweetly singing in tune
For everything in heaven He forsook
Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon

Words cannot describe my love for Him
But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: beautiful, feelings, love, romance,

- Almost In the Kingdom of Heaven -

I found you there an early morning
The shimmering rays update nature
So everything in the park would be pink and yellow
From spray smell of honeysuckle
With full water among the rocks in churned
Regardless of where we can explore the passion of love
Sitting in shade of trees
In a moment my path deviate







08.30.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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by Eve Roper |
Categories: imagery, nature,

Sylvan Nature

Ancient and mysterious woodland  bear, 	

medieval tranquility and flair.		

Heaven sylvan scenery colour share,	

 massive sprays of bloom flowers scent the air. 	

 Twisty esker gravel ridge,  lie through their	

beautiful valleys, woods, and  bower square.	

Echoes of aged venerable prayer ,	

lull under  trees and  gardens, with  vast  air,	

with such depth of love that may never err.		

 Complete empowering of life we share,		

while softly  scented zephyrs blew and stare.	

Oodles buzzing bees through oleander,		

hummingbirds thirst honeysuckle nectar. 	

Under venerable dome they appear		

ancient and mysterious woodland bear.	



5/17/2016

by Peter Dome |
Categories: caregiving, fantasy, love, marriage, romance, romantic,

A Kiss To Last Forever

If it be my wish
I'd endeavour
to maketh this heavenly 
hunger satisfying kiss
to last forever.

Her welcoming warm arms
to provide sanctuary and safety
that soothes the inner child
I Lose myself in her soft caress
and harbour my heart and soul
She is the sculptress
and I the thing she moulds.

Her tender love to be liken a flowing 
calming river
that flows with such invigorating emotion
deep inside of me
Her fragrance  as sweet as the honeysuckle
that attracts the flirtatious honey bee.

One love one heart one dream
one flesh until we meet see our final sunset
and take
our last breaths
and rest together
on some grassy land
after our mortal  death,




Peter Dome, copyright.2014. Jan.

by Ken Carroll |
Categories: desire, love, summer,

Sultry Southern Sunday

Sultry summer deep south
not only a season
or a climate, it is a dimension
I float in it submerged...

A sinuous southern life
oblique and sometimes slow
old beauty in salty thick air
warm blood sea misty and fragrant...

Come forth my pouting southern lady
hazy honeysuckle in the heat
we lie down in green pastures
Sunday love in the valley of death...

We raise the waters of the mighty Mississippi
to a rolling raging boil
our fingers do all of the praying
she anoints my head with oil...

Holy humid sultry Sunday
I choose not to spend it alone
swing low, sweet chariot 
coming for to carry me home...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

by Joy Wellington |
Categories: dedication, love, passion, seasons,

My Summer Moments

Summer's sun ablaze
Rivers flow o'er mountain peaks
Jasmines wilt in the heat

Cool Caribbean breeze
Fan natures pearls of salted mist
Jasmines swell with honeysuckle juices

Summer's burning moments 
Become Autumn's glowing colours
A harvest to reap

by Debra Squyres |
Categories: love, nature,

Valentine Haiku

Honeysuckle vines
Golden nectar from blooms tip
Honey for your lips

by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories: absence, break up, farewell, i miss you, lost love,

A Wreath For Saint Valentine's Day

A WREATH FOR SAINT VALENTINE’S DAY

A clew within this virgin card from the head
Which you denied and now which gives you hope
Has come to me.  When you opened your mouth
The scent of honeysuckle drenched my shoulder
Your hair tossed, though neatly cut
Still betraying my wild, rapturous caress
Your eyes, that were soft, are now sharp -
Knowing pollution, spoilage, missiles;
Behaving with me with speech-robbing words,
Soul-hurting cynicism, lethal logic.

Now I’m staked to the ground, a paling
Around my house where golden children
Will never flower, who once flowered
In your heart of satin’s reddest hearts.

By Rosemarie Rowley