Best Smells Poems
Autumn begins with one fact,
Sounded by first egg to crack.
With eggs mixed In a batter,
The outcome won't matter
Because smoke is filling the shack.
Yes, I know fetid air has been filtering in
Everyone around chokes on the stench,
sour gin disguised as sweet words
from the mouth of the depraved, loving sin
one can never smother foul barnyard scents
It would take a thousand fragrant candles
to burn the donkey's ass
and get rid of the offensive odor and smelly gas
I sincerely wish this community
could become a site with more class
Will the rancid winds change direction
so the fumes of cow dung
stink up another pasture?
Something needs a serious correction
so, the sweet scent of roses once more
permeates the garden of poetry
poets dancing in harmony galore
Tranquil Smells Of Nature
The smell of nature,
velvet feel roses,
yellow daffodils,
dazzling pink lilies,
nectarous jasmine,
highly alluring,
ambrosial scented,
flowering fruit trees,
tranquil the senses.
Blossoms with lots of
sweet, concentrated
natural nectar
for bees, hummingbirds
favorite weakness.
Sweet smells of nature’s
tranquil the senses.
By: Eve Roper 2/22/2015
Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face
Tart tongue
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault key
Onion groans ... chittering fermented cry
Boot-licking patent leather taste
Smells like government to me,
corrupt as can be
Dung pile of voter promises,
sits atop a pungent idol landfill heap,
swarming with stinking lip flies
Smells just like reeking government gluttony —
O beast behavior ...
swine odor, foul as can be
Swindle spit vapors perfidiously wafting,
kindle the vomit pit
Sewage waste material ash labors fanning,
can you stand the stench of it?
Smells like dead paper figurehead
government to me
Bait-and-switch fishy business ...
close your eyes,
what does your nose see?
Tainted meat polltry speech,
pluck the purse feathers
off the cable perched pigeon bodies
Smells like government
is about to make a putrid, baked-in story
Made up facts ... maggot video feed
Stale, bureaucratic policy hard rolls
warmed over twice
Buttered late with expired date lies
Served with a cloying cup
of steaming sound-byte coffee:
Substitute truth ... false sugary
Toilet swirl coffin cake,
gutter floss the oral cavity
Bad breath vows made,
garbage hope nobody needs
Government smells
like a morgue dog in heat
Very omit cadaver, obit disgusting
Smells like
a pot of burning bones
on a boil
Bottom lip scum
rising to the top
On a truthful breath: Let me tell you,
it stinks an awful lot
Smells like scurvy government to me,
corrupt as base bribery can be
The lobbyist rats are scarfing down
the moldy green government cheese,
so silver spoon tongue greedily
Nothing like some regurgitated split-pea pleas
to hit the decaying belly ballot gastric spot
Can you make a federal case
of this rank-and-foul flatulent republic rot?
smells
of
spring
gentle
rain
falling
on
the
thirsty
ground
soaking
into
the
brown
barren
ground
from
winters
past
bringing
beauty
green
alive
mowed
the
fragrance
lingering
in
the
air
the
smells
of
spring
Pumpkin pies, cinnamon rolls, chili
Succulent smells that entice me
My nose gladly leads the way
I have a small helping
Not fooling myself
Just three more bites
Satisfies
Others
More!
The Scent of summer on my skin
golden hues of remembrances
The rushing river moves quietly
into the hours of the day
Autumn steams by in fired shades
amber oranges yellows and red
The whistling winds subside
and I feel winter's chide
January shivers homsie brews
rainy days that end with snow
Wet leaves cling to the pavement
tangerine smells of home
Memories of happiness does have a smell
This smells of dried grass, horse and cow
- With goals
and open soul -
Amazing stunts and pirouettes in free fall
A dangerous game, jumping from the rafters
- Let the game spin
highest jump will win -
Boys and girls on the high loft
Chris kissed Lena`s warm rosy lips
- Young bliss
virgin kiss -
Hidden in the hay, the cat gave birth to three kittens
A memory from the country life
- The fairest
oh, my dearest -
17.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in a stew
that Rice ain't nice and the NFL smells.
Seems a shame, just 2 games
suspension for sending fiancé to unconscious dimension
but 5 games in the pink for some "illegal" ink
and a season on the rope for smokin a little dope.
Too bad, violence gainst women so sad
but these are men in a violent pen
NFL pretzel logical?
Whatever the reason, dirty laundry in preseason
washed clean yawl, if Ray take us to the Super Bawl.
Tennis anyone?
https://ca.sports.yahoo.com/news/here-s-how-badly-the-nfl-did-in-its-punishment-of-ravens-rb-ray-rice-200513481-nfl.html
The odor I get The more pungent I get, in a sense incensed but not fowl Not like a fishy can of sardonic or the stink emanating from the open sarcasm, more like, when in aroma Do as the Romans do Dude pulling rank, so do not be, so fusty Flatulent you know, just blowing wind You say, that discharge was a flagrant offense I say, facetious I did it for giggles I think it funny, while you thought it was absurd an obnoxious art You thought it stunk, while I thought it fragrant and pungent
Walk through a beautiful garden undoubtedly gives you a special feeling
It's about scent, nectar and an ideal place for relaxation
Every summer, the garden welcomes you with beautiful flowers and butterflies
The jewel is a small pond with colorful fish and plants that are an eye-catcher
The pond is designed as a ring, it symbolizes eternity
14.06.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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When line five allows your poem to thrive Poetry Contest
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2nd place in the contest
Fresh Cut Grass Smells Like Watermelon
When I cut my grass
Early in the morning smells
As a cool melon
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/16/17
Something Smells
Shall I compare you to a stinky fart?
Your stench is more profound and daunting
Clean wind could blow such clouds apart
Yet your trauma remains thus haunting
Perhaps a skunk's defense could seem perfume
Amongst it's kind like a warrior's pride
A bloated corpse could seem ideal to consume
Scavengers enjoy those long after they've died
But your putrid odor has no possible praise
Nor would anyone happily greet you
You seem forever cursed to live out your days
Sickening everyone that would meet you
So long as I use my nose to breathe and my eyes to see
I hope you live your life far away from me
Sister Susie sits shelling shellfish in summer
Shelling shellfish sister Susie sits
Shellfish scent secreted on Susie’s sundress…
Sadly sister Susie stinks!
16th June 2016
The smell of fresh cut grass on warm summer day, the sounds of children already at play.
The smell of barbeques in the air, the distant sounds of rides and smells at the county fair.
The sounds of fireworks popping at night, the smell of sulfur in the air after watching them
all night. The sound of distant thunder a summer storm is coming, the smell of electricity in
the air the lightning strike is humming. The sounds of mosquitos buzzing in my ear and the
smell of bug spray near