Senses Poems | Examples of Senses Poetry

along the octaves of ascending vibrations in vibrant playfulness we feel delight of life’s offered sensations...

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I like my fungi sauteed in butter in a pan with a chopped clove of garlic, parsley and plenty of salt and pepper. Or sliced and simmered in chicken stock with arborio rice and topped with parmesan cheese in a creamy mushroom risotto. I like the musty, earthy smell that some fungi have, the exquisite delicacy of the gills, the soft, spongy feel, the variety of shapes and colours that...

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A missile’s disguise is a flower magnetic, a whiff of its power Yet when its petals draw near a new odor appears ...

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immediate and intimate is rapture felt when nodes gyrate borne by currents of our senses truth as felt, mind cannot truncate why live out life in past tenses when each moment breath commences ushering with it boons of grace reading through ego’s pretences embrace release; release embrace that origins we may retrace strobes of light that heighten delight gentling touch, slowing down life’s pace vibrant...

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Warm yellow light. Chilly, for indoor. Soft, soothing, piano. Music— Door slides open. A man walks in, his eyes— Rain’s wailing outside. He talks to the nurse. His voice hoarse like sand— Flash, lightening. Raindrops darken the dusty walk— Thunder. He sinks into the bench beside me. Stinging smell of cigarette butts— Another thunder. Door slides close and muffles it. Nurse says my name. I walk into the doctor’s— A muffled thunder. I don’t...

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an instinctive voice of formative lyricism with warmth &colour extensive reflective phrasing exemplified with wistful nostalgia blissful echoes of introspection in waves of ...

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Fulcrum of a Rose A lambent sight, my morning star, sweet essence on my tongue. A mem'ry stirred—those bygone days, a secret love so young. That lambent sight, my nostrils seared, trust wrought of hope and fear. She loves me so, she loves me not— I beg I pray, my dear. I wonder whence...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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Come fly with me, what do you see ? l see a sea, a sea of blue come fly with me what do your hear ? l hear a sound,...

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Give yourself a hugge today you deserve the very best do daily, no matter, comes your way slow down, and breathe... and rest. Decide to wake up to the sunrise outside, to see for free then breakfast in the warmest sun mix fruits , of tropics tree's A coolest shower, it's pamper time its you , you need to care for then nature walk, go...

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fresh mango sunrise pink sun's on the horizon muted hues brighten in sleek raven hours pretty rainbow nudges grass ~ storms and sun contrast gold mist strokes valleys of grasshoppers and blue jays dewed floral displays midnights of moonlight and pearl rays touch my shoulder ~ plum time walks slower ...

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~ Mellow Meditation ~ ...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul —Unseeking Seeker Contest Fulcrum of a Rose pinwheel spinning reds, pinks, whites, butters I found the garden’s rest in peace s i g n a...

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A voiceless whisper always speaks to me, At times too faint for thought to comprehend, Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear— To warn of danger or to guide to blessings. Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored, But when I heed its prompt, it comes true, It then fades~ like a whisper lost in the wind, and like a dream slipped...

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Daisies twisted into fantasy crowns and jewelry. Honeysuckles permeating the nose, golden-buttery. Sweet Honesty, when I was fresh and summery. My spirit was the frenetic wind, a new storm exciting. Shades of purple-yellow-green-pink polish, engaging. Loose, the elbows-knees-hips-ankles-neck, sashaying. Belly flop onto a gorgeous garden spread, a teen’s bed. A record-player, all my own, spinning vinyl, ‘fore I wed. What’s for dinner, left...

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