Best Aromatic Poems
A world of sublime aromas, a white sail unfolds.
Slowly and surely, the enormous feathery wonder
Bloom spiced the sky, and ovate petals it holds.
eerie harbinger of rage, the victim of plunder.
Slowly and surely, the enormous feathery wonder
Varied tones of hearts persuade and fascinate.
eerie harbinger of rage, the victim of plunder.
A radiant soul with a pure golden heart resonates.
Varied tones of hearts persuade and fascinate.
Floral stalk's moonlit waltz lures the bud as well.
A radiant soul with a pure golden heart resonates
Oddly, lengthy success can't break a friend's spell.
Floral stalk's moonlit waltz lures the bud as well.
A vanilla toffee smell dances as a yearning blow.
Oddly, lengthy success can't break a friend's spell.
Weapons were a depiction of violent strife show.
A vanilla toffee smell dances as a yearning blow.
Breeze scent lets all smile beyond buxom moon.
Weapons were a depiction of violent strife show.
Destiny drew mates the same as a flavor boon.
Breeze scent lets all smile beyond buxom moon.
Bloom spiced the sky, and ovate petals it holds.
Destiny drew mates the same as a flavor boon.
A world of sublime aromas, a white sail unfolds.
Written: February 18, 2023
My aromatic lover
A beautiful red rose flower
You're the fresh air I breathe
The sweetest inspiration of a summer's breeze
Swirling up to heaven to kiss the sun
Softly caressing me when the evening comes...
I live to love you so tenderly,
Your warm petals fill me with ecstasy
You're the sunshine in my garden's mind
Your essence is pure euphoria divine
As the fragrance of our heartbeats combine
I'm forever yours and you, forever mine
You're my aromatic lover
A beautiful red rose flower
Love is always a majestic,
long-suffering
beauty of destiny.
The humble daisy breathes
in undying devotion.
The colorful chrysanthemum
endures tempting fate.
In the teary angle's
embrace nestles unswerving
rapture.
The sunny violet entombs
a merciless vanity.
The moonlight of a soulful heart
seeks shelter from ongoing
despair .
The dark side of sunlight gleams
in mountainous seas.
The agonized sky never
hides its eagerness to still
a flaming ire.
Its bloody tears always etched
on the unrelenting hyacinth,
its verdant smile always forgives the
, accidental failures of life.
Its fragrance frequently waters the
unfeigned red carnation.
Love's angelic song is worthy,
when it does not care about
delicate, temporary lily .
Black daybreak never touches it,
it is a past history..
having a pleasant and distinctive smell.
"a massage with aromatic oils"
synonyms:
fragrant · scented · sweet-scented · sweet-smelling · perfumed · [more]
chemistry
(of an organic compound) containing a planar unsaturated ring of atoms that is stabilized by an interaction of the bonds forming the ring. Such compounds are typified by benzene and its derivatives.Compare with alicyclic.
Instead of us raising a lot of static,
God said we would try new tactic;
Poems review;
Great we knew;
Add appeal with things aromatic.
Jim Horn
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
and on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
Your Beauty, Aromatic Fragrance Of Roses In Full Bloom
Your warmth , rests in sweet tenderness covering my aching heart
your beauty, aromatic fragrance of roses in full bloom.
Our fate, love far more than gleaming stars on astrology chart
each hot night we dance in tingling rhapsody in our bedroom.
As green sprouts shooting forth in colorful life every new Spring
we bask in glowing sunspots to warm our hearts and fill our sails.
Red-lip kisses and gentle touch invigorate and bring
romance for the ages and all each sensual night that entails.
New dawn , your scent wakes me to an angel resting sweetly there
never again will my heart seek greater than what I have now.
Your angelic face and gentle heart, surely fairest of fair
I found you in my long search and won your love I know not how!
Where racing sprouts shoot forth into colorful life every Spring
your red-lip kisses and daring nighttime dancing makes me sing.
Robert J.Lindley, 4-25-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15 15 15 0 15 15
Total # Syllables: 210
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 155
Note- Written for Teppo Gren 's new contest, based on song number three, Feelings by Andy Williams..
A romantic sonnet composed in 15 syllable verses.
Transparent raindrops fall on thirsty roses' buds,
sunbeams filtering through clouds make them gleam,
yellow-breasted robins, pelted on elms, still dream;
the scruffy indigent with raggy clothes ends his sobs
by greeting the aromatic spring with a gleeful scream
and moved by commotion, I shake his hand that throbs!
Somehow his misery will end, but the long and harsh winter
he will not remember to awaken his urge of needed things;
today, it's the celebration of a spirit once torn by anger,
but spring will still his troubled mind by giving him wings!
I stand there watching his face being transformed by joy
he runs towards me and shouts, " This caged bird is free! "
I follow his trail, and find him under branches fluttering;
his home is a cardboard box, he'll sleep well this evening!
what was it in their hair
that enveloped the heart,
what was it that they must have
doused themselves in
that seared a scar on the inside of
the mind,
like some tribal tattoo,
like some stabbing blade
diving down with all the purpose in
the world---
a blade shaped triangular,
so as to leave a hole that never
heals?
what hold this olfactory memory
has on us,
when two decades later,
walking innocently in a store,
that same scent s/he wore
invades our lives,
flipping us upside down,
tearing us all up inside again &
leaving us shaking in the corner
with hopes that it will leave us
alone,
at least for a few years.
Agape in an ornate flower arrangement.
Sunflowers like prayers submit to joy and sorrow.
The red-rose pulse of perfume and a mourner’s love.
Healing came by death, not as our passionate petitions hoped
but nonetheless, perhaps, and by faith I know,
godspeed, she went home.
Courage, by seconds, minutes, hours, days
mixed with tears and laughter, sitting amidst and sifting
the lives of those around me - their innermost
thoughts like bubbles of boiling water swim to the surface.
Reflecting upon each soul’s pondering. My heart is whispering,
through the fog, standing in the gap, between life and death,
“It’s all about love. Love is all that matters, from dawn to dawn.”
We have our arguments, display our imperfections, groan in immaturity.
Aromatic agape saturates all such things. The body and blood
of one man stretched out, a pinup of epic proportions.
Inspiration of the King of kings, the star of Bethlehem, Jesus’ words,
“You must be born again.” Many sat on the surface, scratching
their heads, never dunked under water - to die and rise again,
a new creation, a symbol of allegiance and sonship, a reckoning.
4/12/2021
Contest: Agape
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Required words in bold
Memories flood my mind with glee
sweet aromatic smell of fresh cut grass
reminds me of childhood young and free,
father a young man, my mother sweet lass,
we would sit on our lawn lemonade in glass,
mother and father sitting in their deck chairs
I’m perched on his knee, relaxed by strong smell
of brylcreem from his long thick raven black hair
which complimented fresh cut grass so well
nasal delights, feel safe protected, wrongs dispel,
those summer days in our garden of loveliness
perfume filled the air from old English rose
content, totally relaxed by warmth and stillness
now our garden all tidy, mother and father doze
in shade provided by fragrant weeping willows.
3/15/2018
Written: March 22, 2025, for contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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In the heart of my kitchen spices exude their aromatic allure
a harmonic blend of flavors coddiwomples mute grief. . .
cimmerian saudade in emeritus pickles, a nostalgic taste
longing for a whiff of jasmine s p e c k s. . .
the acridity of blue cheese, the poignancy of bygone days. . .
lavender aromas snip from vessels of proclivity
hidden under an ominous cloud of r e m o r s e
on par with brimstone-soaked steam,
harmony strives to alleviate concealed pain
pleading palms to purge passed-over prose
as seclusion seeps still as a slow-spreading sickness…
Scathed by sadness solitude simmers silently,
In this mixture, marvelous magic manifests for mending
spicy ambrosial nuances partake in a gracious w a l t z
pain intermingling with delight
a buffet embellished with dishes of acrid herbs,
the core character intertwines with previous fails
textures and fragrances intertwine
to create a tapestry rich in pain and d e l i g h t,
harmonizing sadness and joy in life's tangled web.
Aromatic
rain falls;
Sugared beaches open
the sweetest salted scent,
delectable.
Within the blue sky floats petals
Those from the most aromatic flowers
Which I see colorfully before me
A beautiful scene of serenity and hope
A pleasant feeling befalls me here
Like the first kiss from that special person
Whom you have waited for all your life
This field exudes this very emotion
A peaceful glow from the Earth
Through these wonderful proud flowers
Their purpose could have just been found
In my eyes, they are the epitome
Of everything this universe loves
Russell Sivey
Entered into Poet Destroyer A 's "free verse poem. (15 max lines)" contest
3/12/2013
One mean footed man said to another "where are the swan cakes?". To which the right angled man replied "I ate them. I ate them. I own them all. I ate them." Passing from behind came rustling then this was ceased with a bang. Fifteen feathers came hurtling through at the men. And two beaks hit them. As sharp as arrows. They fell in the stream. Swept away. Far away. For the tides of existence are exact. And the honour of nature more honourable. So speak the leaf on a sunny day. Question not an irate toad driving a black land rover. Sailing sweeping swept singing salty spitting slitting spliced spicy spews speedily. Aromatics x
Along the ambrosial garden alleyway
of assorted colors, it appeared we ambled together
for ages, until an atrocious angst of afflicting storm
blew away all the flowers abloom for us.
As apathy rent asunder my dreams gone awry
the embrace of the empty amorous arms
avidly amassed the splinters of my shattered heart.
In the pull-apart arcane aperture of anguish
my ardent ardor dissipated away in thin arid air.
After all these agonizing years adrift alone,
a dazzling day dawned above the debris of hope.
With auspicious aura of attractive future fascinating
my appetency arose afresh as the dust of my dream.
The allure of the affable smile on your face aglow,
I once adored, amply assured me I could assuage
my acrid feeling and absolve myself of
the abysmal attribution of abject remorse.
When I accessed your aromatic ambiance
in abandoned garden with vestige assembled again,
I became an aspirant butterfly afloat
with the tapestry of winged ecstasy
on the adornment of your amazing beauty.
October 12, 2019