Senses Poems | Examples of Senses Poetry

Fulcrum of a Rose A lambent sight, my morning star, sweet essence on my tongue. A memory stirred—those bygone days, a secret love so young. That lambent sight, my nostrils seared, symbol wrought of hope and fear. She loves me, she loves me not— I beg I pray, my dear. I wonder whence this...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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Come fly with me, what do you see ? l see a sea, a sea of blue come fly with me what do your hear ? l hear a sound,...

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Give yourself a hugge today you deserve the very best do daily, no matter, comes your way slow down, and breathe... and rest. Decide to wake up to the sunrise outside, to see for free then breakfast in the warmest sun mix fruits , of tropics tree's A coolest shower, it's pamper time its you , you need to care for then nature walk, go...

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fresh mango sunrise pink sun's on the horizon muted hues brighten in sleek raven hours pretty rainbow nudges grass ~ storms and sun contrast gold mist strokes valleys of grasshoppers and blue jays dewed floral displays midnights of moonlight and pearl rays touch my shoulder ~ plum time walks slower ...

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~ Mellow Meditation ~ ...

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Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul —Unseeking Seeker Contest Fulcrum of a Rose pinwheel spinning reds, pinks, whites, butters I found the garden’s rest in peace s i g n a...

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A voiceless whisper always speaks to me, At times too faint for thought to comprehend, Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear— To warn of danger or to guide to blessings. Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored, But when I heed its prompt, it comes true, It then fades~ like a whisper lost in the wind, and like a dream slipped...

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Daisies twisted into fantasy crowns and jewelry. Honeysuckles permeating the nose, golden-buttery. Sweet Honesty, when I was fresh and summery. My spirit was the frenetic wind, a new storm exciting. Shades of purple-yellow-green-pink polish, engaging. Loose, the elbows-knees-hips-ankles-neck, sashaying. Belly flop onto a gorgeous garden spread, a teen’s bed. A record-player, all my own, spinning vinyl, ‘fore I wed. What’s for dinner, left...

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As I sit and look out, I hear the soft cadence of dripping eaves as afternoon fades from the sky. I’m completely mesmerized by the gentle sound, and the slow, methodical raindrops sliding down the splattered windowpane… ...as twilight comes with more gentle rain... ...

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Shackled; survival serves simple submissives. Superficial, sedentary surfaces. Sinister, savage snakes.. seething scoundrels. Snared, subtly struggling, sage surrenders. Scathing slaps. Stone cold slab. Sacred synergy. Soothing seductive sages....

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The T in talent are pieces of tampered glass Subjugated under capitalism, And meticulously carving out worthlessness   on the talented's carcass. The A stands for all the crumbs of appreciation You collect along your way, feeding your right and just pride Humbled by a dilemmatic correlation   of efforts and proudness. The L is tricky, which maybe the love Or...

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Bright orbs that shimmer, secrets yet untold, They pierce the dark and trace the fading light. Through love and loss, their silent stories hold, A world within each gaze—so soft, so bright. They search the hearts once open, now concealed, Reflecting dreams that linger, lost in fire. Some truths they guard, while others are revealed, Mirrors of passion, sorrow, and desire. They cast...

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Ah, the fragrant fumes of paint drying on a picket fence followed by the grease-stained smell of turpentine on the brush Though doubtless matched by the aroma of oil spills gracing ...

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in a million words, I couldn’t say my heart’s trembling, thumping away apprehensive yet full of thanks… as his light softly touches my lips – a soulful silence still as the music who plays when the wind seeks her lovers the leaves, the trees… seem to shudder, erasing the past with a joy that flutters awake stirring, encouraging, embracing so the light falls over the last story of yesterday,...

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