Short Aftershave Poems
Short Aftershave Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Aftershave by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Aftershave by length and keyword.
Perfume
Floral, fragrant
Smelling, refreshing, tempting
Incense, pot pouri, aroma, odour
Lingering, infusing, deodorising
Scent, musky
Aftershave
Coffee in the morning
two eggs scrambled hard
now a distant memory
my morning breakfast with grandpa
Sitting on his knee
while he read the paper
aftershave, Old Spice I think
How it was my favorite
Feeling the love he had for me
without saying a word
The smile he had said it all
I was his favorite girl
softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only
held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts and sweaty collars,
porcine,popeyed,
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor;
the delight at a
big dame battleship
built in stereo
that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red.
The impression that my father left
are scars upon my face
always chasing losers in the next race
wish i knew what a dad was like
Whisky aftershave
Temper spent
drunk upon the sofa
cuddle broke and beaten
mother crying on the floor
She bought the cards
i never signed
She covered bruises
in unlit rooms
excuses born of desperation
Stairs were never slipped
Doors weren't seen
Father you don't know what it means
Sweep me off my feet
no soft shoe or rock fantasy
just bare stockings and toes
gliding slow and steady
delicate steppings along the floor;
rest your head upon my shoulder
grab onto the dream once more.
Eyes closed, breath soft and gentle
the scent of lavender in the air
the smell of shampooed hair
aftershave at the nape of your neck
with tender kisses asking for more;
no need to say anything
just slow dance me.
The glint in your eyes is gone.
Your kisses, less tender.
What happened?
Those warm Spring days..you
and I beneath a red umbrella,
huddled in the rain.
Sweet memories.
It leaves its rose-bud tracks!
I can still smell your aftershave lotion.
Ah, but love in it’s forever, foot-stepped
gifted motions.
I experience you, whenever I choose to.
………In sultry, memory explosions!………
10/27/2021
I am so cold
The covers are never enough
Can't sleep now
Until you grace my side
You're unshaven and beautiful
Five hour old aftershave
SInce graced a cheery crowd lingers
Upon my sheets
This person sleeps with me
Holds me when emotional dependency
Seeps through the alcohol
Like a child crying for its Mother
That's when you need yourself
As a being and to be loved
For all that's passed between his lips
And perhaps those of another...
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