Odour Poems - Poems about Odour

I never miss to smelling the fragrance of the earth, Which arises from the dry soil after the first rain, ...

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Odour of autumn in the air Summer silently flew away Trees shed leaves soon will be bare Seasonal change, beauty will not stay. Last roses look weary on dying bush Dandelion clocks wait to be blown Herbaceous border not looking lush Wander garden on my own. Before long cold winter is here Grey clouds daily, sun slipped away Nature is silent quiet time of...

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I sniff at my hands and oh! Such scent, such ecstasy, a memory presented to my nose. But where do we find this block of adorable redness? It was sold in every shop: lovable carbolic soap, an aromatic compound, so ruddy, so redolent. But this is now so rare; it merely presents itself to my pleading mind - a psyche that puts forth...

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Wind has got aquatic smell It is heavy and humid Sun is not feeling well Hiding behind being timid Dancing twigs and bushes are Inaugurator of this Celebration The huge trees will also join later To give a wonderful welcome notation It has been really long, Since I heard a thunder sound Cloud will bring rain along And will drench all around The Sunrays...

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On my way to work this morning, Sandwiched between two perverts, I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky; Someday, I will be out of this bus! Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge, Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air; From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor, Certainly someday, I...

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Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil, and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil. It needs another set of spark plugs and me mufflers had the pip, so Dave me mate who’s the mechanic said, “Take it to the tip”. But Dave has got to understand that I...

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Young Bambi had found a new friend And hoped his bad luck would now end, But sadly, the skunk With hair like a Punk Wore scent which was prone to offend. To add to his growing dismay A boisterous buck came his way. He thumped on the ground With thunderous sound And rabbited on every day! 08/12/18 A quick summary of the Disney storyline by way...

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the odour of death breaking bones skeleton burning skin roasted flesh in the sandalwood fire unseen in the damp air of sorrow they sob cry some socialise discussing markets rain through the sun drizzle my tears dressing in white to join they prepare me cleaning up the edges of sins to jump in the pyre...

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The Odour of Excess. Sitting together, smiling benignly, sipping coffee, flaked with 24-carat gold-leaf shavings, their empty souls, always on the prowl, to sate, the latest cravings. "sell all your jewellery, and give to the poor", revolutionary words, uttered by His son, Jesus of Nazareth. Well, we all know what became of him, when we see God's Sacrificial Lamb, stuck up on cross to bleed out and to die. And...

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WITHOUT COLOUR OR ODOUR When sun sunk deep Preternatural echoes Prick mind Legs float on still waters Life move along Without colour or odour................

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ODOUR OF DEATH Fumes of incense sticks Death sneaks into the drawing room Without consent of none. Shivering mourning, snub off With night spreading over Remnants of obsequies Twelve basket full of charred dreams Odour of death smothering Oh! mourn Jerusalem Son of Man is beaten. Next morning Death has the odour Of stinking mouths. Over perfumes poured Stinking death demonstrate a route march Shrouding her wings Death nothing but death. Shuddering tears Like...

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The odour of roses Still lingers in icy air In a fullmoon night Snow left tracks on barren soil Winter arrived too early --------------------------------------------- Der Geruch nach Rosen Liegt noch in eisiger Luft In einer Vollmondnacht Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden Der Winter kam viel zu früh ---------------------------------------------- El odor de rosas Aún se queda en aire helado En una noche plenílunío La nieve deja huellas en el...

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If you caught my glance and bottled it for perfume it would be called: "Cold Bitter Lime and Lemon Rind Absinth Alchohol Delight"......

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Bravely young lieutenant standing in the battle field hurtlessly. He captured their enemies very lightly. His stylist, romantic war, the shield dazzled to see. He is fond of war and kissing delightly !! His shiny hair leap and mould prince of wars luminous. Once he passed, seeing the valley of roses. He ponder slightly odourless flowers of roses. Amazingly, he allured...

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