Senses Poems | Examples of Senses Poetry

Deep in to the shivering waves of mood, have just met the other me, through hundreds of inner layers, unbeknown to myself they swarmed like thousands of prayers. A lifetime of constant spirited battle where tumultuous emotions can not be settled. All those other exhibited faces that have me defined, yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined. Now, my...

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When asked what smell they like, most people name sweet flowers’ fragrance or aroma of fresh baking bread, but one smell has no fame, yet it is one I personally love. I still remember all so long ago when gas stations emitted quite a scent. I know not why today this isn’t so; one day away the gas station’s scent went. My dad...

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She wants to dance in the rain and walk across edges, of warmest sands that shimmers, as if diamonds like, speckled...freckles and she wants to let her hair hang down, loose as if to flow, like strands of silken whispers and she will wear Batiste , translucent with wonderous, glitter, luster for as the day, slips away from daylight, to...

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Sweet fragrance wafts through the air But when I see Leony flower nothing can compare Her beauty is captivating and her gunnen smile for her garden a Titan Arum, First I must tend and till the fertile soil ...

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A runner plagued by endless thirst, tried all manner of things to end the curse. A camel bag or bottle slowed his pace. His yen for simple, lasting relief, became a race - Relentless! Seeing smooth pebbles in the bed of a stream, he took a pea-sized one; stowing it under his tongue. His saliva flowed; his thirst was gone, up-aweigh! Until the...

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The candle breathed a final sigh, We let the dark come a drifting by. Held you close, so soft, so near, To find where your dreams appear. As we slipped into the moonlit pond. Awaiting the wade of waters to respond. We dove beneath the fluid blue hue, Sharing our blurry eye-to-eye view. We exhaled our breath with whispered cries Into the hushed air...

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Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud ************** Salted lips confect rust melt, In my mouth hangs mango smoke. Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom, citrus spews on copper tongues. Vanilla beats in the haze, ash stays like razed molasses. The lamp spills sweets on your chin, my thirst croons of gold...

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The lobster was good because it is nurishment, And it keeps my friend alive. For that I am grateful. Bob asked, "How's the lobster?" He really wanted To know because after his surgery, he had no way of knowing. The dinner engagement with my friend was Great, and I assured him that the lobster was Among the best. It was one dark...

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Something was changing one day— I felt it when a cool breeze blew. Restless branches danced and swayed while the world around me grew silent. With the first touches of rain I smelled ozone in the air and in a moment of glory raised my arms. I embraced the moment as mine alone but looked for the word to describe how I felt like...

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Downwind of the Halal Cart my stomach starts to growl Foreign smells have filled the air my appetite to prowl Those places I have yet to go but memory knows so well Another life another time where Heaven — sleeps with Hell (The Corner Of 34th & Market Streets: July, 2025) ...

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“Wake up, breakfast is cooking.” Bacon in cast iron skillet, sounds and smells, wafted through the tent. “Coming”, the crackling bacon got me! ...

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The grass waved hello the birds called back. Telegraph poles stood still like tall slender trees. the birds liked that. the crickets a constant tickle in the ear, swathes of brown grass bouncing back after drought, three troughs haphazard on a patch without any grass. Bare dark earth. the raven makes its cry under a bright grey sky, on a swampy, sweaty day . my dog...

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See my love in the waves of the seas. Hear my love in rustling leaves in the breeze. Feel my love in my soft caressing touch. Share with me a gentle light kiss, not too much. Like the love shown by a cooing dove, Through these fleeting moments, sense my love. ...

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Touch me where I do not tremble. Make of me a scent without a name. Let sound become what breath once was before it learned to speak. Let the tongue forget its hunger. Listen to me with the skin of thought. I seek no salvation, only time that vibrates beneath the skin. ...

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It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the...

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