Odor Poems - Poems about Odor

...I;m not buying what you sell Because I can already tell Everything you say to me Isn't truthful, can't you see The interest's no longer there You're talking but I don't hear Any words my ears a......Read the rest...

...When I think of you, a memory awaits. So deep within me that walls crumble at the sheer force of your gaze. When I think of you, a sweet smell arrives. Like fresh baked buns or the odor of fresh......Read the rest...

.... i tell you girl Without Compunction whilst 'gainst mine Matters not ......Read the rest...

... On the last day of fall, Laying on the bed of flowers, Curled into the warmth of the beds. Sharing their perspective, On the beauty under the petals. Enjoying t......Read the rest...

... It looked like a bleached tongue pulled from a mouth, petrified and incapable now of letting a word slide over its calcified silence. I picked it out of the wet sand and held it in my hand. ......Read the rest...

...Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart; I breathe at this hour the fragrance of the lilacs, the violets, and the roses, as at twenty years ago. - Victor Hugo when lilacs blossom, ......Read the rest...

...Palestine Oh Palestine Self resonating scripts of ignorance revolves my mind So Quicken a day and say today is blessed Not a day like today when we the stones of Palestine turn to God as Human......Read the rest...

...The ghost orchid felt alive, in the garden of soul's cry, In the shine of sunlight, to flourish it did try. The endeavors were erroneous, A little spirit stated it ignominious. Bees mocked its od......Read the rest...

...a way to call a greater sky into a drinking bowl a way to call while staying inside the odor of this world eat world reality your creature self will sniff out the scent of an ungroomed ......Read the rest...

... I’m not the best good-looking guy. I burp a lot. I’m very shy. I’m sure I’m going bald real fast. That odor is the gas I passed. I snore at night. My skin breaks out. My breath smells like o......Read the rest...

...A hectic stare across the cliff, grabs my prying mindfulness. but yet I hanker after urban fare, such ruptured loyalty alas, has a solid grip as I inhale, the rampant toxic seaweed odor, for w......Read the rest...

... It was time to visit the stars To embrace them with my senses Though the price was astronomic I saved up for the expenses Most think stars are unreachable Due to the heat that they emit B......Read the rest...

...Moving through tightly woven groves of young, thin, oaks the air sits heavy on the skin like stepping into a sauna wet earth mingles with decaying leaves, this odor of familiarity. Trails walked......Read the rest...

... The nudist brags he’s not a slave to fashion, but wears what nature gave. His birthday suit, he proudly brags, has yet from overuse turned to rags. With only minor alterations he wears it o......Read the rest...

... There were special places where the mind could hide, way up in the branches of a tall tree, safe within a ball of leaves, halfway to heaven. Or on a bike aimlessly riding streets when the ......Read the rest...