Best Cologne Poems
That cologne was the aroma of her love, I was sure,
Spirit within her crystal-like innocence finely pure;
Innateness born in her at very time of conception,
Divine decorum that pervaded her each perception...!
Herbal, spicy, floral perfume of her perfect psyche,
Within flutter fancies flawlessly like flowery niche;
Cherubim and Seraphim flying midst clouds of heaven,
Fairy of finest form, fascinated in clouds seven...!
And her fleshy fussy feminist fiber and flavor,
That, like satiating honey, ceaselessly I savor;
Beauty within and without; and her virtuous morals,
Amalgamation of wisdom and wit and love-laurels...!
Nail and flesh like combination of care and compassion,
Toward love-filled-reciprocity her endless passion;
These precious pearls have become parts of my lasting treasures,
Fragrance of this frankincense maddens me beyond measures...!
13 July 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
cologne, character, life, love, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
beneath serene and reflective night skies
gentle feelings silence each tear, each fear,
breathing in smoldering dreams who arise
rustles of stillness, spark a soft prayer.
glowing faintly beneath the moonlit night,
flames enchanting, silencing the sad sighs,
warm odors tempt the eager appetite
along the camp’s edge, before the fire dies.
stars like glitter stand in the softest clouds,
caressing heaven with easy refrains,
love getting away from the noise, the crowds,
where relaxation is all that remains.
scents of the back woods fill the heart and soul
with a tenderness that’ll make the life whole
Categories:
cologne, moon, nature, night, stars,
Form:
Sonnet
Like the perfection of flame and candle
My perfume flirts with your cologne
A Sensory journal, viscously travelling
Every part, turning my inside out
Light softens to the burning wick
As we lay welded together – meshed
Our minds run free into moments
Reflections with words and expression
Marvel at where our thoughts take us
Into hours until we fall pleasantly asleep
Categories:
cologne, together,
Form:
Free verse
My need for creative expression.
Putting up with other people's logic.
Sonder.
Masculinity.
Trance.
Complex, irrational, high-frequency.
I'd die for you, cologne.
Falsehood.
Based on a logical fantasy.
Amazing.
Categories:
cologne, allusion, boyfriend, brother, cool,
Form:
Free verse
robust affliction of
the deficiency of the scene,
a frightened cat and you.
Categories:
cologne, angst
Form:
Haiku
I am now "away from the noise,"
my fruit gum I am chewing.
Sitting here wondering what the boys,
could be doing.
Now all unpacked,
a book I will read.
Need to use bug spray before I am attacked,
Oh no I do not want to bleed.
All "satisfied and alone,"
I thought this trip would be more fun.
The rain has me chilled to the bone,
maybe I am done.
Campfire cologne will always stay,
since I used an orange can of bear spray.
Categories:
cologne, animal, boy, cool, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
a nascar napolean quick with
a word and slow with his step.
wanders out of oscars the bar across
the freeway from my house where
cars race by like clovered bees.
they honeysuckle to a pack of camel
cigerrettes mixed in with a hefty dose of canoe.
that sweet sweet bottled fragrance, draped
around the men as they wander out to thier
trucks.
68 chevelle slightly lifted.
Categories:
cologne, allegory
Form:
To tales that came on vast meadow
Beyond days that would tomorrow
Be, is tasty tang on bitter tongue;
Life to shriveled strength of ping pong
Passing over in time, chaos will borrow.
In my hand, bottled gas to blow
Rosy scent upon my mom, aglow
It set air veins, fringes that belong
To tales that came.
Cherished, yet it was long time ago
When it left me to join the row
Of relics. Lavender glass, long,
Lofty like a famed minstrel's song
Mom's love for my cologne can't go
To tales that came.
For Cyndi Macmillan's 'Gifts Given, Gifts Received Contest'
Categories:
cologne, caregiving, love,
Form:
Rondeau
Grandmother taught us
tradition matters in that
it must be passed on from
one generation to another,
she showed us the old-world
ways of baking, healing,
story-telling and nurturing.
Grandmother's apron was a symbol
of her time, it gave her the
status of good housekeeping woman,
elbows deep in flour, pies baked
from scratch, polishing the silver
to be put away in its mahogany box,
scrubbing and waxing floors till
her knuckles bled.
Grandmother was a martyr in lace
and five and dime cologne who
reminded friends and neighbors
that her husband died many years ago,
leaving her with five small children
who grew up and did well.
Grandmother saved Saturdays for
her grandchildren by treating us
with a ride on the city bus to
downtown for lunch where we would
order club sandwiches and coffee
with plenty of cream and sugar
making us feel very grownup.
Grandmother is gone but her ways
are not forgotten.
Categories:
cologne, december, family, grandmother, love,
Form:
Ode
The Moon has fallen next to the Rhein
A block kneeling to water ;
black as the night`s eye
hard as a monk`s hand
scared as a buried knife
a trick with four views
This bird gasps and chokes feathers,
sick with stones
lost as a thousand years
This holy mud is lost in a dirty evening
As the trains pull across your face.
Categories:
cologne, places,
Form:
Free verse
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Above the cathedral in Cologne
There the white angels fly
Mingling with God's heir in the sky
Heaven is happy seeing its own.
Sweet Cologne,cute Cologne
In you Heaven has a bride
Who radiates its glory and pride
Your beauty is the beacon of its zone.
I hear the Lord's anointing tone:
Blessed is the head and the hand
That dwell in and uphold my land
Blessed is him that builds Cologne.
Dear Cologne, sweet Cologne -
Shining beacon of heavenly zone.
Categories:
cologne, beauty, blessing, community, love,
Form:
Rhyme
a blue chevy impala basks in a suburban driveway
like a beached whale it oozes gases and black oils
its seeping white walls beg for rubber movements
little boy inside the house sits on a pleated couch
he watches the setting sun through a screen door
fat mother stirs pudding in a wall-papered kitchen
smoking father works a tv guide crossword puzzle
he flicks white hot dust into a crystal glass ashtray
the corner television set transmits black and white
cathode rays of a half-naked wrestler pinned down
the destroyer with mask on lifts his victorious arms
little boy hears calliope music in the green distance
the ice cream man comes with dry ice and cologne
still three blocks away he makes another long stop
fat mother fries bloody meats in a fiery blue skillet
she turns on boss radio to hear elvis sing the blues
little boy goes to the admiral and turns the channel
bishop sheen appears in black cursing the darkness
skipper frank implores the kids to brush after meals
tennessee tuxedo chases tiger tornado to megapolis
smoking father finishes a tv guide crossword puzzle
the ice cream man arrives with dry ice and cologne
Categories:
cologne, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I see
Your beauty in your smile
Your beauty in your eyes
Your beauty in your cadence
Your beauty in your fragrances.
I see
Your beauty in your laughter
Your beauty in your hair
Your beauty in your patience
Your beauty in your grace.
I see
Your beauty in everything
Woman, you drive me crazy
When you're in my arms
When your eyes meet mine
And when you lovingly nudge my hands.
P.S. Translation of ‘Ta Beauté Dans Tout' by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © August 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
cologne, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, color,
Form:
Free verse
Scented smells
Charming spell
Dashing touch
Ample much
Lovely sniff
Simply breathe
Touching take
Mindful make
Cologne whiff
Nothing stiff
Joyous scent
Wonder sent
Dazzle sweet
Perfume greets
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2016
Singapore
Categories:
cologne, beauty,
Form:
Couplet
Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward,
The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark.
As we toss on another twig and some old plywood.
Now and then embers would escape with a loud spark.
Amidst the smoky scent of our cozy campfire.
Mouthwatering infusions seem to be airborne.
Familiar sensations waft into an aromatic spire.
Can it be hot buttered toast, or is that popcorn?
The fragrances so inviting, mixed with earthy sprays.
As the breeze diminishes so our campfire's warmth we feel.
The eucalyptus enhances a perfume, in a smoky haze.
The overwhelming aroma of our campfire is quite surreal.
The spellbinding flames flicker, casting shadows of their own.
Its all made more spectacular by our campfire’s cologne.
Categories:
cologne, fire,
Form:
Sonnet