Best Sachets Poems
I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.
Studying the said effects on the biosphere, absorbed so many daily hours,
Like industrious days of fragrant, amber honey, after tumbling into flowers.
My labors impacted energy usage, along with food production and health,
And the survival of endangered species, like golden rays of natural wealth.
Faddish flowers fascinated friends, who flattered them, at my broad fence,
Under fleecy, lemony clouds, fast moving, and orange sun, grown intense.
Famished, feasible family feasted, in lavish flowering fragrance of Fridays,
When fugitive, frosty stars flickered, winking at green garden bonsai trees.
I lived in the house of emerald echoes, in vivid memory of nature's sound,
From birdsong to crickets to evening wind, and brook of babbling renown.
Sachets swept away a sudden sadness, as robins sought another summer,
On my street of starry-eyed forget me nots, like a tune with no drummer.
Nobody knew latest neighborhood news, like my nearest friends next door,
Like chameleon sun, crisscrossing teal sky, wholly ignorant of 'nevermore.'
Pink birds were living high, and red butterflies viewed a world, ultraviolet;
And yellow bees went about their sweet labors, since queen bee desired it.
Strawberry clouds sailed around the world, for clouds ever love adventure,
As dogwoods barked in summer's dog days, during a gold noon surrender.
As I was walking home one day, the sun vanished as skies turned ominous.
There was a lightning flash just before the thunder, loud and cacophonous!
Suddenly, I saw a male face in the clouds, that was bellowing and enraged,
Like blizzard winds through naked trees, howling at a lush year that's aged.
Taken aback, like butterflies in gusts, I had come face to face with thunder-
The mighty, furious face of the storm, and I was filled with sudden wonder!
Then came the silver rains, sideways slanting, at the dead end of drought;
And I raced home like all uneasy nature, in the successive hours of doubt.
Scintillating sun had returned next day, after banishing the tangerine mist,
As benevolent nature was no more angry, its tale ending in an orange twist!
Categories:
sachets, fantasy, flower, imagery, nature,
Form:
Couplet
I smell something so beautiful!
Many different fragrances are drifting toward me.
So many sachets of poetry are prettily displayed.
Such visual delights!
I stoop to relish one - a citrus blend
with sweet anise and cinnamon.
Ah! How fun this poem is with its taste of licorice!
And here’s one that is rather sensuous.
Its aroma is the clove,
clary sage, bergamot, and rose.
How luscious! I linger at this one for a while. . .
Now I lean in toward the scent of chamomile.
This poem soothes the spirit
with its lavender and jasmine blooms in it.
Oh, here is one not only sweet but spicy!
Coriander wafts my way
with cinnamon and ginger. Such a treat to savor!
Next I view a bowl
filled with myrrh and frankincense.
And what else?
Why, it’s the earthy scent of sandalwood
with a touch of patchouli for good measure.
My, this is an epic poem to treasure.
Right next to it I spy a tiny one -
a packet of herbs and other little things,
But oh, how sweet its fragrance
of nutmeg, citrus and vanilla. Indeed, I’ve found a gem.
And here is one completely fresh - a most creative blend
of lemon, lavender and pine. It is divine!
Now a strong scent of sweetness comes to me,
This time from lavender laced
with small petals Of germaniums, and again,
the wondrous cinnamon
that takes my mind far back
to sentimental scenes of childhood.
Balsamic and earthy is the final poem that tempts me
with cedar wood, spruce and fir -
another one with thoughts of life and nature
to ponder as I linger one last time. . .
Then I must leave this sanctuary.
Day after day -
how I love to fill my senses
with poetry potpourri!
May 1, 2016 for Linda's Poetry _______ (fill in the blank) Poetry Contest
(hope I did it right this time!)
Categories:
sachets, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.
Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small bottles of vin de table,
butter buns.
As the aircraft plummets
and drops like a stone to certain death
we’ll still be struggling with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers, with small, molded cruets
oblivious now to anything less important.
Categories:
sachets, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
When fragrances of candles and sachets
come wafting to me as I shop, I close
my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
and smile. I loved the sachets Mama chose
to place in drawers—lavender and rose.
Preparing grandkids’ breakfast takes me back
to lovely scents of childhood. I recall
those sausages and yummy golden stacks
of flapjacks Mama fixed. Down our short hall,
I hurried to be served. I never stalled!
written February 18, 2018, for Sara Kendrick's contest
Categories:
sachets, childhood, memory,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23
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Consciousness Correction
Envy sneaks in unseen
A thief robbing light from my house of gratitude,
Sowing simmering anger, extinguishing thankfulness,
In blind yellowed views
Gratitude held captive,
Strangled,
Pennies of “I wish” tossed into stone cisterns
Where winter thrashes cyclconic -
Vortex of a gleeful witness to spring’s demise -
Dead-ends swell in jealous broken branches,
Wrapped in near sighted stigmatisms,
Lenses smeared in covet.
Stone citadels rise from my naked spite,
Blind to confessions of incense,
To curl into deep pools
Poisoned by tainted pools of jealousy,
Creeping to the heights of entitled grudges.
Yet nascent vines, fragrant with focal points,
Blooms of correction,
Slip between crumbling buttress mortars,
Sachets illuminate good will
In wreaths of newborn appreciation
That knows its need for candles of kindness
My thankful eyes, that walked in darkness, see
To embrace armloads of miracles come into focus
Reappearing from soot blown corners.
Scales fall in melting flakes
From my bloodshot eyes,
New sight nourished in a corrected wash -
Sweet nectar of reckoning
By a brilliant polestar of clarity magnified
Opaque about-face.
Categories:
sachets, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Lavender lilacs
Purple plumes of potpourri
Sachets of a breeze
Categories:
sachets, nature, seasons, uplifting,
Form:
Haiku
At the end of my tunnel I use to see the light.
It was built not with rock but with thick vines green and bright.
I could see my path it was there I always walked,
sometimes I would sit and think, listen as plants talked.
Sweet peas, marigolds and pansies were at my side,
I lived my life with friends in who I would confide.
The air was scented in sachets rare,
coloured in muted tones stripped down bare.
Growing above me were angel lamps,
also gorgeous dahlias, on the ramps.
I remember in the large blue pond, a rare pair of two toned swans,
while below the weeping willow, an almost sleeping chipmunk yawns.
Convergent ladybugs clustering for warmth on the ground,
drifting leaves acted like an ocean wave just to confound.
Back then switched on lights would decorate the night sky with stars
but now alarms sound as they shut me down behind these bars.
22~10~2014
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name:Pick a Title
Yesterdays Joys
Categories:
sachets, angst, change, freedom, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Flowers were snoring with sweet dreams,
When the Sun's fingers woke them up;
A symphony of birds-chorus,
Like a concert, seemed to thrill up...
Amidst summer's severe staring,
Rain opened his tap so softly;
A Ray-gleam joyously wetting…
The breeze seemed to wipe her gently...
Storm's wretched hand at such juncture,
Snatched the small sachets of roses;
Leaving the sunshine and shower,
Lay cuddling into bird's nestles...
Thunder smashed the sky; lightings laughed;
Bamboos kissed and the flutes giggled;
Weddings of clouds and vapors blessed;
Heat flew fear-filled, dreams unfulfilled.
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O Nature! Play this 'hide-and-seek',
With my soul when she's sorrowful;
That she might reach joy's highest peak,
And dwell there, forever, blissful...
“Let the floods clap their hands; let the hills sing together for joy”
(Psalms 98:8)
23 May 2021
Personification Poem 150 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
sachets, bird, flower, nature, rain,
Form:
Personification
runners' route -
squashed sachets
unwind in stretches
Categories:
sachets, sports,
Form:
Haiku
On a sunny afternoon in my country...
With the hope of receiving alert for the new minimum wage in my dreams
I decided to sleep knowing it was a sunny afternoon
Everything was hot and could not have been made cool no matter how many consumed ice creams
NEPA people even after privatization have refused to bring constant power supply
And so, I was left to swim in my salty sweat
You can imagine such a punishment for a young man trying to survive in a very hard economy of no sure employment opportunities
Except you know a person that knows a person wey sabi another person for that place
Like that was not enough within that space
Decided to take a stroll down the street
Just to get some sachets of sweet
Unfortunately the owner was just opening
And had to wait a whooping ten or more minutes for her to open her shop. Why?
There were more than eight solid padlocks to be unlocked for her shop to be opened in a country where all the security forces recruit on yearly basis
The afternoon was short but the experiences lasted longer than the roads being constructed in my lovely country
Just me satirically reflecting on a sunny afternoon in my country.
©ABSOL
Categories:
sachets, africa, community,
Form:
Political Verse
Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scent of rain
when she passes by, every flower mutes and bows to her aerial adventure
truth be told she is the secret of my desire and she drives me quite insane
when she dances the world stands still witnessing our private indenture
she is the compote of my sweet thoughts, the reason I believe in love
Her aroma a signature of passion, an undescriptive calling to my senses
when she sachets my way every star of heaven releases light from up above
she disarms me with her smile and disarms all my defenses
a bouquet of wild flowers in the garden of my dreams , a fantasy of love
she is the H in my big heart and the T of my tomorrows
From deep within my heart I catch the scent of my favorite flower
she is my best loved poem and sensation, she's my girl power.
July 15, 2022
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Rhyme Rumi Quote
Categories:
sachets, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
Sprinkling scented sachets of cheer
Perking grim faces afar and near
Ringing out gloom and despair
It is again that time of year
Nimble footed, treads with care
Glides in dispelling mists of fear
Ink out each dreary day
Sunny climes are on the way!
Curtains of chill are drawn apart
Oodles of warmth gladden the heart
Meadows revel as butterflies dart
Imprints in pinks and purples impart
New shades to flowers and fruitcart
Gardens glisten promising fresh start
Squirrels seek nuts in amber soaked beam
Ochre gold ambience reigns supreme
Offers fond moments to daydream
Near the beatific bluish stream
Contest
Spring is coming soon- Acrostic
Date March 21 2017( earlier submitted on)
Now submitting for
Best rhyming poem 3 contest
Date April 16 2017
Categories:
sachets, happy, seasons, spring,
Form:
Acrostic
Not for any contest.
The large airplane wobbled slightly,
Someone just screamed impolitely.
An announcement urged all for calm,
Lying was she without a qualm.
The airplane wobbled scarily,
Outside a storm raged terribly.
In vain the speaker asked for calm,
Someone began to pray a Psalm.
The first pilot announced his plight
Ordered someone switch off the light.
Bags and sachets put on the ground,
Seat belts a must, no change around.
A quick landing was now a must,
All in God had to pray and trust.
Luckily a large field spotted.
The plane landed, all exhausted.
Categories:
sachets, confusion, hope,
Form:
Couplet
Fields of lavender so divine
Withstand the test of endless time
Year by year with purple hue
Magical moment's fragrant debut.
Spray of lavender in linen chest
Between clean sheets summer pressed
Muslin sachets tied with bow
Lovely fragrant after-glow.
Redolent fields in purple haze
Sublime, serene will amaze
Fragrant harvest bringing pleasure
Simple lavender~perfumed treasure.
Purple Flowers
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
02/06/2022
Watercolour painting by: Karen Arnold
Public Domain
Categories:
sachets, beautiful, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Warm breath, pure sweet from open mouth, soft parted lips so slick,
Butterfly tongue teasing mine, flitting, tip-tip, slow, slow, quick.
Now serpentine, deep and probing, firm against my own,
One way, then the next, who taught her such delights?
Arched back upon the bed, thrusting pretty-tipp’ed mounds,
Stroked lightly, yet so strongly sensed, soft sachets full of love.
Sweet mons, rising to my touch, light sigh, a groan,
Sharp cry, oh! please, my darling, please, oh! please,
Who you taught you all these tricks?
Words of ardour, lust and love, hiss’d urgent raised desire
Language once would never do, (don’t use that word my child)
Short wicked words now sound so sweet, when gasped twixed breathless kiss,
Or whispered mouth on ear can raise an agony of bliss,
Who spoke them first?, me?, you?, I really do not know my love.
Where did we learn to say those things?
Near 40 years since on this bed, my sweet and I first joined,
She came to me a virgin bride, un-kissed, untouched, unknown,
And I, a silly childish fool, no knowledge of the ways,
Of love, and life, nor shown at all, by any other girl.
And now I’m past my three score years, our love still binds and grows.
Still fresh, still new, yet still to find, new ways to please and thrill,
No words, no books, no help required, no secrets from another.
Locked tight in love’s strong rings for life, we simply teach each other.
Categories:
sachets, life, love, passionsweet, sweet,
Form: