Best Perfume Poems
her intoxicating perfume
lingering like a bluesy melody ~
Submitted on March 28, 2020 for contest THE LADY DOWN THE LANE sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH - RANKED 8TH
Originally posted on March 19, 2020
My lips burning within longing
to meet yours my dearest orchid
I will never ever leave you
As in the softest touch commands obedience
Breathtaking aroma a soul thirsty
drifting faraway when I close my eyes
Nightly dreaming of you
Inside a cotton breath
each and every heartbeat skips warm
With you my angel, life feels so complete
Eastern flower of extreme beauty chants
You're the greatest blessing
and always will be for me whispering jasmine
Kissing the very air one breathes
Glittering stars cannot compare
with the sparkle of your eyes
Sailing over the moon silver dreams
Your starlight enchanting blinks
upon destinies path
As the shadows of the moonlight cast magic
pearly beams spell deep pleasure fills delight
Wishes dance within the tune of loves beat
Fluttering playfully in the breeze
walking into the clouds this heart and soul weeps
My thoughts slowly not believing the truth
that you've flown away without me
Embracing you in heaven one day
I hope it will be true
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 14.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.
within the silence of mid morning
perfumed heat that melts the hours
attracts the bees that prey and worship
on life's purple passion flowers.
the symmetry of formal hedging
leads the eye in one straight line
to where a sundial in the heat haze
casts its shadow marking time.
the joy and beauty of hibiscus
flowering bright where no one goes
down secret paths in secret corners
where the scented jasmine grows.
We live in the perfume of our sweet love each day
Its scent adorns me with each sachet fragrant ray
The poem is in conjunction with the video
Halloween Night
Enter the perfume curiosity shop
For the inquisitive
All perfume smells entwine
The aroma wakens the mind
Slowly binding into a smell to recollect
Take a swish before slumber
Don’t awaken as I enter
Cast a spell over your body
Pour you into my cast
Secure the lid for safekeeping
In my case of “must have” individuals
That crossed my doorstep
Looking for that pleasant exceptional aroma
On this Halloween night.
It's a smell that I don't know, but yet...it seems so familiar
it's a smell of all my favorite flowers--picked up, blended, shaken and stirred all in one
- tulips and carnations, daisies and roses...floating lillies and patches of posies.
this unforgettable smell, makes my mind wonder
exotic fruits and sweet blends taste bitter in my mouth, makes my heart fonder
it's a smell that lingers in the air...
gives me goose bumps and makes the hairs on my arms stand up and salute.
it's a smell I don't mind to swallow, a smell like a puppy, I follow
I inhale this smell like smoke, sometimes I inhale so much, thought I'd choke.
this smell like voodoo, have me under spells.
this aroma that spark my fire
light my flame
drizzle over your body like a mist
this smell has me hugging grounds and clouds I kiss
...this smell is your fragrance
this smell is your perfume.
how i love when lilac shrubs burst into bloom
awaking the world with bold perfume
generous endowed bouquets
melt away dull greys
bring to life
sunshine
banning strife
as we all rejoice
stirring feelings giving voice
announcing finally summer's here
lilac blooms bring us such long awaited cheer
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 27, 2020 for contest FAVOURITE POEM FROM JUNE 2019 OR JULY 2019 sponsored by JULIA WARD
and June 25, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 2, JUNE 2019 – A SUMMER FLOWER sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace
Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox. Just when I think I have rendered them infertile they give birth to multiple sets of quintuplets right under my nose as if by magic fertilization! And, of course, I have to examine these newborn opportunities to raid my bank account just to make sure I haven’t missed some article of clothing or thing I can’t possibly live without for the survival of sanity and my eternal happiness. They are like new spring leaves!
spring sprouts in new leaves
boughs sport jackets of light green ~
chartreuse convention
A new arrival from a New England country store pictured a garden of stately purple iris that immediately grabbed my hand and took me on a ride back into my grandmother’s iris garden with delicate, yet eloquent, perfume wafting from silky petaled garden royalty.
Each page was an adventurous journey through my childhood reminiscing about miracle wrinkle erasing creams, magic bunion healers and kitchen gadgets long declared useless by technology. But, one page made me stop, drop and drool - perfumes. No nascent scents but old friends looking at me from glossy pages bringing to mind the women who gave my life definition – the Royal Secret of my grandmother; Bellodgia and Gardenia of my favorite aunts; Tigress of my tigress mother and Blue Grass, a Kentucky meadow perfume of my teens.
These remarkable women straddled fleeing decades, crushing depressions, cataclysmic world wars often suffering the unthinkable loss of infants, children, husbands, siblings and miscarriages. Yet, through their signature scents, they taught me about thanksgiving in tragedy, faith in grieving and the irrepressible iron will to live in the fragrance of grace.
harlequin bouquets
fragrance of flower’s essence ~
sunlight washed gardens
4-21-21
Contest: Moments of Reflections
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
exquisite white blossom
bathing in the sun
scents of spring cross my path
YOUR FAVOURITE PERFUME
I thought the yearning had ended
And I’d finally moved on.
The memories had faded,
In the months since you had gone.
Those dreams had been less frequent,
That disturbed my sleep at night.
Your photograph was in a drawer,
Kept safely out of sight.
But today, in the department store,
I was back there under your spell,
As I passed the perfume counter
And caught a whiff of Chanel.
I turned, expecting to see you there,
With your mass of golden hair,
Smiling the way you used to.
But, of course, there was no-one there.
I thought the yearning had ended
And I’d worked through all the pain.
But one whiff of your favourite perfume
Has brought it all back again.
17th July 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote poetry contest
Sponsor - Sotto Poet
Cheap Perfume
Reflecting on his memories of a life in cheap hotels.
Remembering lies both heard and told and remembering all the smells.
Cheap cigars and cigarettes still linger in the room.
Still each night he recalls a hookers cheap perfume.
He thinks about the night they met and the love they couldn't make.
How she left in the morning without the pay she couldn't take.
Between them for that moment there was only truths she told him.
Unlike many other men he asked her just to hold him.
It was odd to say the least, there were tears that they both cried.
He wonders now how life would be if only they had lied.
Still living in that same hotel where he was the night he met her.
Something deep inside his soul won't let his heart forget her.
That connection once they shared in a dark and dreary room.
When a hooker saved his life wearing cheap perfume.
Something tells him she is gone and that she's not returning.
But that don't stop the thinking or the longing or the yearning.
On the dresser lies a newspaper dated eighteen months before.
Someone found the body of someone they called a whore.
The day he read the story something in him changed.
Life became more empty as he watched life rearranged.
He gave up the cheap cigars now he drinks whiskey in his water.
As he thinks about the hooker and how she's somebody's daughter.
She told him that she had two kids as she cried through her forced smile.
The state had taken them away she hadn't seen them in a while.
Left standing at the alter with twin heart beats inside her
She had come so far from when her own father had denied her.
Unwanted by mankind she said and cursed by God above.
The night she held a stranger was the last drop of her love.
One night she saved a strangers life though to most it goes unknown.
Next morning when she left him she went out and took her own.
He can't bear to think about it as he sits here in his room.
That he'll never see her anymore or smell her cheap perfume.
Edwin C Hofert
blue is the heather in the air
its perfume a melody transported
to the edge of melancholy
when dark is the night
and you are but a memory
that lingers on my lips
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on December 11, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE NO.54 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon
Towards a horizon yonder daubed with
A loaded paintbrush of golden luminescence
While levitating melodic whispers
Of charm and sorcery perchance connive
Mingling heavenward to set the stage
For a divine encounter with a goddess
Her wafting cloud ever so sublimely hovers
Peculiarly fine exotic spicy fragrance
Ensnaring my compliant heart
By glorious happenstance
Spellbound and mesmerized
Flutters on the wings of dusk
Reawakening a drowsing lust
Rekindling and resuscitating the passion
To a sublime apogee of celestial folly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 18, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-BARDENESQUE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
Perfumed Scented Letters.
.
Perfumed scented letters
Written in ink with such depth of emotion
And intense devotion
Flowing from the fountain of the heart
With so much gratitude warmth and affection
And forever love yet so far apart
A sweetheart bares her heart and soul
Like welcomed sunlight upon a winters day
But with heavy heart
For her love so far away
.
Tears fall like raindrops
And blur the elegant written lines
Another scrunched up discarded letter
Written at least ten times
.
Illuminated by candle light
She tries to write throughout the night
Trying to write with a more happier refrain
And hold back the tears
With her heart in so much pain
.
Eventually the letter is written
Enclosed a photo of herself for her love
To put in his pocket next to his heart
And a pressed flower picked
From a summer bejewelled lush meadow
They’re secret meeting place
Where their love did start
.
She seals the letter with a loving kiss
And breaths out a sigh
Why did he have to go away
With little time
To say goodbye
.
A moment alone with a pause of the rage of hell
Her love love clings on to those precocious memories
Through his sweethearts words
And the scent of her loves sweet perfume
He loved and knew so well
.
Many miles and waves between them
Keeping the apart
But never ever forgotten
Always in prayers thought
And heart.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
She Dances in Her Blue Dress
She stands beneath shimmering clear soft lights
in subtle beauteous of elegance.
A faint glimmer sparks in her eyes ignites
an idyllic aura anxious to dance.
She wears a flattering blue amorous
of the shoulder, flounce sleeves, body-con dress.
Adorned honey ankle strap, glamorous
rhinestone high heels; to show off and impress.
With the sway of her sexy hips moving
She shimmies to the drum beat and fast rhythm
leaving behind Chanel glance enthralling
fragrant in the crowded room dazzling them.
As she turns, walks away in her blue dress
Her honey skin purrs with weather's caress.
12/28/2019
Poetry Contest: Blue Dress
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin