Best Petrichor Poems

music
reminds my soul
of peony and rose
efflorescence petrichor scents.
Roaming among fountains of her blossoms,
lost in bucolic elegance.
Whispering sweet sighs
like verses for
music

ash smoke
brought drops of doom.
Was it a mere mirage
or a brief dance with dalliance,
but this ephemeral epiphany,
just like nature's seasonal moods,
left lyrics on my lips,
until storms...

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Petrichor petals 
float with departing zephyrs,
misplacing misunderstood messages,
whose true meanings are misinterpreted. 

Mislaid memories 
reflect on picture perfect puddles,
mentally memorising mistakes,
leaving behind a legacy of regret.

Painful passages
monopolise melancholic mind, 
bittersweet swansong symphonies,
seduce soulful spirit into a sabbatical.

Pessimistic penitence
engraves on blank expression,
depicting disease, drifting to death,
nauseating...

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"Petrichor "



Two minds 
have made an entrance
magnetic bodies electric
minions babble 
it’s just wasted white noise
sandpaper against back stories hit
The Wall of Wasted Time
He’s read most between the lines
He’s all hard hot and cool
unruffled piercing eagle eyes 
forever on the hunt for willing prey
She’s incognito in...

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The birdie whistled
A wet and wild song;
Damp feathers bristled.

Wild song, rain-scented;
Trills of petrichor,
With flapping, vented.

Petrichor afresh.
A hot steam, released.
Buds unfurl-refresh.

Released melody;
Shines sweet bluebird’s wings
In storm’s brevity.

Bluebird’s wings fluff bright,
As the sun billows,
At the beak’s delight.

Billows, of warm tweet
And zephyr, compete.
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A choir of rainfall on soft stones

Bookmarked by wistful nature

Sweet melancholy shelved for

Another day in bed with a book


Yet he opens not only his heart

But windows and soulful founts

Pitter patter from musty pages

Chorus of dew mellowed to words


The roof leaks his wallet is empty

As the...

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the s e a
remembers the taste
of cinnamon sunsets~
the essence of
emerald embers
and resonances of petrichor
when the tides tremble
in turquoise delight,
amidst the marine snakes
slithering through
oceanic echoes,
mirroring Medusa melodies
in envious tones.

and as the morning
stars nestle in the
wildflower warmth
of the honeyed sun,
wine-red ink
flows within midnight 
vines in vain,
aching to...

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My heart sings 
with the drizzle
it swings 
and wistle
sings oh drizzle!

the pitter patter and the long awaited cool
that bolt of light and the rumble
it is the heavens rule
lifting my spirit it makes me humble
wanting some more, no rule or rumble

the murky water and the ground...

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The long drought’s dust daughters
lie writhing upon arid soil,
a scorching bed;
my tongue is heavy in my mouth
parched, longing for moisture;
my skin dry.

Dark clouds rise
along the whispering horizon 
where storm breezes waken, bend and stir;
weary souls rush outdoors to wait,
eager for first drops.

The rain mantle thickens...

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Drops of rain begin welling up 
Water particles suspended at a considerable altitude 
Lighting crashes and my thoughts get loud
A black nimbus cloud with a splatter of gray matter
My voice is the thunder, and I project it
Indiscriminately
“Who wants some rain to quench their thirst?”
'Who wants...

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Petrichor reminds me of you and me
When we were still in love
Wandering in Manhattan was what we used to be
Petrichor reminds me of you and me
Way back when we were still happy
You and I was all that we have
Petrichor reminds me of you and me
When...

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I have many koalifications,
Numbed by gum leaves, stupefaction,
Glazed by arid summer drought,
Real hot today, there's no doubt,
What's this? Black storm clouds?
Who said clouds were allowed?
Now there's rain a'drenching,
Oh, it's stopped, not worth mentioning,
There's a eucalyptus petrichor,
I'll daze now, did it rain at all?...

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we breathe the same air
but I'm not who you think i am
someone else is wearing my face
writing poems
in your sleep

over the mountain, the sun rises
lifting heavy eyelids of earth
it is morning, the dance begins,
the abalone night has fled with
beggars and thieves

the white lotus opens to...

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The night still sings with
The memory of rain; the air
Is drenched in the pungent 
Scent of damp earth and
The grass is dripping with
Starlight like liquid silver...
The stars are raindrops caught
On the gossamer wisps of cloud,
Which hang across the sky like 
Ribbons; like the ghosts of...

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petrichor zephyr
instill aroma senses
in foggy friday













4-15-2016...

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"The smell of earth after rain."
Let your senses drift again.
Concentrate on olfactory nerves,
remembering wonderful serves
of delectable, delicious delights.

How about new mown grass?
A sure sign winter has passed.
Promise of sunny days to come.
Except if you call Ireland home.

Try this now and sniff the breeze,
from a fishing...

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