Best Scent Poems
The scent of your soul
a caramalized breeze of fruit odours
reverbrating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back in ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently with my spirit
as thoughts of you dwell in my mind
Carrying me back to the shade
of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind
Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun
Other moments of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life
I can still recall the days,months,and years
till our footprints marked seperate paths
Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget?
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice-cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the colour of every new dream which haunts me
llike an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes
This afternoon,like other afternoons I walk to the library
which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own
That fragrance 's gone now,all that is left is the fading perfume
of forgotten petals between old books and dust
No one here except my silence ,and a rotten sliced apple
vacuum packed,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice.
Back home the mildewed strings of a guitar
await my fingertips to play once more
upon the worn out chords of my vacant heart
What will I play,what will I sing,a song which isn't ours?
Fermented wine I poured into a glass
Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was
before all it was turned out bitter,acidic and sour
I wondered about where you might be,distant or not as far
Listening to my voice on once upon a record player
Or Wishing on a star ?
A repost (written : 10/15/2014
The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently with my spirit
as thoughts of you dwell in my mind
Carrying me back to the shade
of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind
Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun
Other moments,of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life
I can still recall the days,months,and years
till our footprints marked separate paths
Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget?
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the colour of your soul, which haunts me
like an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes
This afternoon , like other afternoons I walk to the library
which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own
That fragrance 's gone now.All that is left is the fading perfume
of forgotten petals between old books and dust
No one here except my silence,and a rotten sliced apple
vacuum packed ,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice.
Back home,the mildewed strings of a guitar
await my fingertips to play once more
upon the worn out chords of my heart
What will I play,what will I sing ,a song which isn't ours ?
Fermented wine I poured into my glass
Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was
before all it was turned bitter,acidic and sour
I wondered about where you might be ,distant or not as far
Listening to my voice on once upon a record player
Wishing on a star ?
Not for the contest
But thanks for the inspiration
Contest name-The Scent Of Your Soul
The scent of your soul
A caramelised breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back in ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back.
Thoughts of you dwell in my mind
and your name resonates gently with my spirit
carrying me back to the shade
of purple orchids in evergreen woods.
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee-beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind.
Such revoked moments of unknown danger
Of fearless dreams , and defiant fun.
Other moments of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights ,sunrise and life.
I can still recall those weeks ,months ,years
till footprints marked separate paths
and our shared candles became the past.
Ah those lazy siestas, those days...those nights...
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice -cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the linen of your shirt which haunts me
like an alluring glance of almond - shaped eyes.
This afternoon, like other afternoons, I walk to the library
that knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own.
That fragrance 's gone now . All that is left is a fading perfume
of forgotten petals, between old books and dusty shelves.
Nobody here, except my silence and a rotten sliced apple ,
Vacuum- packed ,lacking both cinnamon and spice.
Back home, the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips
to play once more ,upon the worn out chords of my heart
What willI play , What will I sing , a song that isn't ours ?
Fermented wine I pour into an empty glass
Yearning to taste the grape for what it was
before all it was turned bitter, acidic and sour.
Alone , I wonder where you might be
So far or not so distant ,listening to the mood in my voice
on once upon a record player, Wishing on a star ?
Coffee bean scent still fills the air
with each new sunrise in our log cabin
My arms around me embrace the winds of winters gone
Every sky-night the glass -pane glows in silent mist
Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds
reflecting shadows on empty sheets
Star clusters shine'bove velvet shores
Sand-wish away from my bare toes
Another day,another month,another year
and other thoughts
I can't freeze time or make a clone
First magnolia blooms on a bare branch
Buzzing bees extract nectar from a moist corolla
Pastel wings flutter on melting icicles
Sunbirds return in a sweet song
But what is a song without the symphony
What is music with no slow dance
His hand-pressed petal still marks the chapter
between stained pages
The dusty shelves recall my mind
recall my heart,recall my soul
For the last time of many a time
these eyes would linger
Before leaves curl, before buds wither
Before moons move on
and I let go.<>
In my arms secure I delicately brush back your hair,
Touch your skin almost imperceptibly
Your eyes vanish into mine.
I feel miraculously lost in your splendor...
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
In my arms guarded you graze my lips with slender fingers
Kiss my body, soothingly knead my shoulders,
you inhale my gaze,
steal me, lead me to your dominion
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
Fusion of companions luscious in the air
Voices that harmonize in the sounds of pleasure
Willingly unconscious in a flurry of delight
On an adult merry-go-round of fervent assimilation
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your beauty unmatched
violet colored eyes, sun embraced hair,
an unblemished china white complexion,
lips that dance in sync with spring,
but...
it is the scent of your soul...
your primal allure unparalleled
that bedroom draw that you possess
your fragrant heat that screams a man's desire
those womanly parts, a body perfect entices...
but...
but, still there is no measure.
The strength of your kindness,
your giving nature,
your nurse like instincts,
the pure drive of your convictions.
I would sacrifice all else
nothing matters more...
it is the scent of your soul that owns me.
12~10~2014
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: The Scent of Your Soul
a rose is a rose
though bent by the spiteful wind
some petals are lost
its fragrance has not lessened
beauty changes but remains
its essence the same
yet overlooked, you pass by
touching another
perfection your objective
you forget time's truthfulness
beauty is fleeting
roses were not meant to last
yet this bleeding rose
pummeled and bent, almost crushed
offers you the sweeter scent
Eileen Manassian
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
Sunlit days I spent on the moor
Sweet Summer heather scents allure
Bathing in waves on Dublin's shore
Aye, Irish lore Aye, Irish lore
Crumbling castles on exhibit
Pricey ticket; warm day visit
Guinness stout without a limit
Tastes exquisite Tastes exquisite
Stung by wild bees in clover leaves
Winded, needed the help of sheaves
Love for Ireland my heart now weaves
And soon it grieves And soon it grieves
Time has come for vacation's end
And Summer's days with Autumn's blend
When I close my eyes and pretend
In dreams I wend In dreams I wend
Fragrant lilacs with flowers
of purple, white or pink
As a sweet half-remembered kiss
in my grandmother's garden
They smell of June and summer
A breathtaking scent that
comes floating with the breeze
The sweet, intoxicating aroma
while nymphs dance in joy
The fond memories emerge
the ticket back to when I was young
Silky soft feeling born in a cocoon
in muted colors and soft light
The scent of nostalgia
in a dimension beyond the visual
19/03/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Favorite Scent(s) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
2nd place in the contest
heave bursts from lips can both injure or heal
harsh words strike deep the bayonet’s metal
while kind words stroke soft as a rose petal
floral scent~ gardener’s sweeter appeal
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on March 4, 2020 for contest KIND INK sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
in the lonely fields of poems past I roam
and linger on the fragrant flowers sweet
the comments left all decorate this "home"
where all is love, and every post a treat
I read what others had to say to me
how some extolled and others simply teased
I sometimes long for how it used to be
but my nostalgic sighs mean I am pleased
the poems chronicle my life and years
I am, at times, amazed by what I read
My joys are there recorded, and my fears
They will remain and when I'm gone they'll plead
"Oh, come and spend some time in poetry
Though poet is no more, she lives in me."
Eileen Manassian
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?"
~ Rumi
You're gone, but when a gentle breeze blows my way
I sigh, breathing the floral fragrance of your perfume.
I remember your smile, and it makes my mind stray
to your garden where lavender continues to bloom.
Now, darkness looms around me in shades of gray.
No longer do I walk among wildflowers in the field,
for it would remind me of days I picked you a bouquet,
declaring my feelings. With a kiss, our love was sealed.
So delicate was your redolence. Velvety soft, like you.
Such a tender flower that blossomed but is no more.
Now my life is simply something I must muddle through.
You were taken from me, and your death, I deplore.
Your scent clings to my memory, lingers in my dreams.
It will never be washed away, even in torrential rains.
At night I cannot bear to see the light of moonbeams.
Without you, they fill my heart with bittersweet pains.
July 20, 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
157 Words
There's a fresh scent in the air.
Like those of cherry blossoms in spring.
The air, carries the truth,that life will once again be fair.
Get ready to head the freedom bell ring!
All it takes is the unquenchable desire to be free!
To do whatever it takes,to pen about your truth.
To join in open post, ever so gallantly.
To stop being afraid, shaking in your boots.
It does not require fire nor burning down cities.
People are just waiting to hear you
They are fed up with victimhood and destructive, meaningless pity.
So mount your steed,the road, ever so ready for only things true.
3-17-202-
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Sunshine is not hiding in today’s rain but hanging yellow ribbon slices that while anemic,
are proud and scenic. The day is as damp as newly washed laundry and the air holds a
familiar crisp scent, similar to linens dried in spring air. Outside, raindrops on windows
repeatedly grab my pointed, offered fingertip before zipping away. Inside, splatter on my
tin roof alters between rhythmic lullabies and insistent drums. Both sounds gift my home
a secure tone
When I think of the bygone Christmas
images that come to my mind are
candy canes, cookies and popcorn strands
adorning the Christmas tree.
The popcorn strands are easier to make
and still, I think,it's a family project.
I know, decorating with cookies difficult
but feel their homey feel with cookie cutters
which can be napkin rings for the table
Hear the sleigh bells ring
creating the quintessential Christmas melody
hang a strap of sleigh bells on your front door
warm sounds, a great greetings for the guests.
but the best sound is children’s laughter
and the squeals of glee, as the presents opened.
Think of the toys that simple things
you might have played with a child
like a jack-in-box or spinning circus top.
Spices, bayberry and baked things
are all scents that evoke the holidays.
Choose the Christmas décor that appeals
not only to eyes but to the nose and ears,
drape fir branches tied with a red bow above the door.
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November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
First Place win