Best Scents Poems
The scent,
of mousse de chene,
lingers through autumn woods,
musty, earthy, crunchy, fruity,
fragrance.
Placed first
Scents of Autumn
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blue is wild iris
like the skies of racy clouds
or berries that tempt
sunshine's companion
since mulberry hours of dawn
when scents greeted song
carefree is iris
like warm wind, whistling all day
lovely disarray
favourite pink sweater
she lingers in the fabric
tears mingle with scent
There are wonderful properties in various types of flowers that enhance our lives.
A husband ponders over a bouquet of colored flowers to present to his wife.
Flowers have an aroma that infuses the air all around.
Their fragrance is carried on the wings of the wind without a sound.
Their colors are so vibrant and beautiful and a wonderful dose of eye candy.
Flowers are found in the mountains, valleys, and sometimes even where it's sandy.
A picture may be worth a thousand words but a bouquet of flowers says it all.
The benefits of flowers in the house enhance the atmosphere whether the bouquet is either great or small.
Cherries are divine like starlight
Heavenly scent satisfies me
Every whiff is a good memory
Roses envy this elegant scent
Rivers of almonds with cherries
Youth surrounds its beauty
Almost only almond
Layers of cherries inside
Mystical scent slides upon my skin
Only name brand lotion is best
Near luxury but not quite luxury
Delicate yet strong together
"A Missed Poem"
Our mem’ries linger in my mind
As I sail alone now my love
Please touch me if you are around
My love for you is so divine
These three candles as white as dove
Scents of my kiss for you abound
Nov. 8, 2013 9.44 pm
By Leonora Galinta
Form: Italian Sestet
Note:
I imagined the 3 lighted candles in the picture are the scented ones and 3 means I Love You;)))) The beautiful painting had inspired me to try another form of poem. I hope I did it right. This was intended for a contest but it was few minutes late;))
Second Place
Contest: Missed Poems
Judged: 3/12/14
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Scattered beautifully on our bed are roses
But it's the one that I like that poses
For it attracts in me
My mind and body agrees
Lay down whilst this Highlander proposes
.
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me
Seems each week is just like the one before
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost daily nine to five
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive
Wanna find some island Shangri-La
A tranquil sunny spot with no hoopla
Some place lost we could easily hide
That can't be found in a tourist guide
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
We could forget all about the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children and annoying jobs,
And go online, book a one-way flight--
Escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical getaway
Somewhere unspoiled where the locals play
With fishing boats, seabirds & mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice
Where green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach
'neath a crystal full moon just out of reach
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Native
American
medicinal drug store-
a boutonniere of daisy
petals.
The square-cut bars of patchoulie soap
scented--musky, earthy, sensual--
carefully placed on shelves
and in bureau drawers--
a constant reminder
of long-gone days,
Like the fresh smell of newly baked bread
wafting from grandma’s oven,
mingling with the sultry scent
of fresh-percolated coffee--
a constant reminder
of bye-gone ways.
Pervasive presence of lavender perfume
when I hugged my grandma tight,
snuggling next to her bosom
filling my nostrils with love--
a constant reminder
of old-fashioned sprays.
Another unidentified scent comes to me
from time to time, unexpected,
in meditation, repeats itself
in my dreams of Hawaii--
a constant reminder
of lovely floral leis.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 15, 2021
for "Favorite Scent(s) Contest"
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke''
PUBLISHER'S FRONT PAGE PICK
All-Poetry, October 30, 2021
Scents and colours
perhaps
you should know
that my heart
is carrying your scents
when the exquisite dawn
sings its melodious glee
and the milky moon
emits
its nocturnal beauty
enhances
a mellow nuance
maneuvers my thoughts
to you
nothing is more joy
than
to feel your love
nothing is more fragrant
than
the fragrance of love
O...could i tickle down
the delicate moon’s cheeks
i’ll carve
my language of heart
berry
some dimond stars
pour them
among the poetic lyrics
and let you fathom
the colors
of my heart
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014
No other city is more unique
than Napoli; around corners,
you'll find surprises that intrigue
eyes staring at monuments
that have some mystique powers!
And walking through the very narrow and noisy streets
of various sounds: you'll feel a drop of casual water
from the clotheslines above...ah, those scented sheets
waving while people eat treats and breathe the spring air
and listen to musicians improvising chords on their guitar!
Come to the city where the scent of oven-baked
pizza lures: live the simple life of the Neapolitans...
folks who sing classical songs that make everyone glad;
even Venice cannot compare to the enthusiasm and thrills
of the locals while flowers are offered by generous hands!
Through scented bubbles
Her shape shows
Curvaceously
Below the flow
Slowly she rises
Naked adorn
To my arms she comes
Bath robe warm
We share a kiss
Our hands in touch
Tenderly drying
In gentle clutch
Hand in hand
As our eyes meet
Our lips whisper
Loving hearts greet
Silken sheets
Upon we lay
Lavender scents allure
Our loving displays
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It was pleasant every time we went to grandpa and grandmas.
We woke up in the morning with the smell of fresh baked bread.
Wouldn't cause much for all of us and grandpa to pause
whatever we were doing and ran when, "It's ready." was said.
Slices of bread smothered with butter and jelly souls were fed.
Grandma would fill the wringer washing machine
with cold water from a hose hooked up to the house,
I enjoyed watching it agitate getting the clothes clean.
We hung them out in the backyard on the clothesline and rouse
the sunshine to dry giving them a fresh air scent especially my blouse.
Now that I'm older with my own family I try to keep those traditions.
I use a bread machine instead of using my hands to knead bread.
One of the few things I lend and provide myself to be ambitions.
On sunny days, I'll hang my clothes out on the clothesline instead.
These small things became quite real to me, I will never dread.
2/19/2018
Poetry Contest: 'The Scent Of Baking Bread, The Scent Of Clean Sheets Fresh Off The Clothesline' English Quintain : a,b,a,b,b
Sponsored By: Sara Kendrick
Our world is saturated
with the scents of God,
from fragrant flowers,
to green grass and sod.
Some scents are pleasant,
and others are not.
Some fresh and sweet smelling,
others smell of death and of rot.
All here for a meaning,
given by God.
All here for our senses,
on this earth that we trod.
The scents in my day,
I'm now more aware.
They remind me of God.
His presence,
His fragrance,
His all, everywhere!