Short Aromatic Poems
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aromatic scent
of baby pink carnations
permeates the air
even as they hang their heads
while dying in their green vase
What sweet Vanilla smell,
as gilded memories pass through.
Dwelling on works as they transcend
and cut into-
Aromatic Vanilla.
Seductively sweet aromatic pleasure
Tensing frazzled nerves together
What caffeinated bliss
Is tea
Chai - Urdu word for tea
The squirrels' desire emphatic
To airbnb in the attic
Means a landlord may leave
Hors d'ouevres in the eave
That make their guests aromatic
Breathy, voice-shed
Or as soft
Aromatic, aloft
Seeps its way
This love in bloom's
Joint opined
(Hand in hand, shoot-entwined)
"Perfect day!"
i see those blossoms
top with brilliant colors bulbs
aromatic scents
aromatic scents
colored red, yellows heads
oh, I love them mums
11/07/18
Resonant therapeutic bath;
Powering down,
I kind of like that lo fi sound;
Cuts like a priceless gem
releasing tension
aromatic beats shine like diamonds.
Pungent fresh aroma drifting in the breeze
Tickling my nose and causing me to sneeze,
Spiritual medicine naturally is grown
Rich relict eucalypt enticing me back home.
I run to eat the Jollof in the plate
When the love songs made me late
This aromatic food well garnished
Never made my saliva varnished
My joy is ceaseless with this plate
I am a flower
Scented is my heart blossom
Smells aromatic butterfly hovering
Lighting on my body I’m a flower
8/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
My thoughts are jumbled.
My mind is a mess.
Only coffee can put it to rest.
Delicious and milky, aromatic and warm
Coffee, oh coffee, without you I'd mourn
Passed all my grades and received a diploma;
Question asked was where is all of the aroma;
A New tactic;
Being aromatic;
Told them was while passing through Tacoma.
Jim Horn
J - Jubilant
A - Aromatic
S - Source
M - Magically
I - Intensifying
N - Nature's
E - Emanations
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2019
Chicken, yogurt, garlic, ginger,
garam masala, cayenne,
turmeric, cilantro simmered in a skillet.
Mint, and mustard-seed sauteed
aromatic till it pops. Inhale,
taste India.
oranges are staining my nails
squirting and spreading juice
aromatic, wet, tasty,
sometimes tart, sometimes sweet
some can juice them
I try
but fail
buying my juice at a store
Barry loved flowers
Especially their smell
When Barry sniffed them
He became very unwell
He must be allergic
To their lovely aroma
Oh Dear! poor Barry
Has fallen into a coma
S-weet
A-romatic
R-hyme
O-f
J-oy
I-s
N-eeded
I-n
N-otes
A-s
I-t
D-elights
U-niversally
Topic: Birthday of poetess Sarojini Naidu (February 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
aromatic and deep mahogany
decoction swirled with steam
a cupped nectar of rebirth
morning glimpses of heaven
first sip a remembrance
nuanced tincture
delicate demitasse
mmm...Mine
fresh and aromatic were her newest flowers
miniature daisy stamens within daisies
in ombre' too, fascinatingly innocent
no wonder you are the favorite flower of girl scouts
and Juliette Low
her fragrance wafts into my window in early May
following on the heels of the violets and daffodils
I recognize sweet gorgeous purple lilac instantly,
recognizing her lovely aromatic presence
heavenly lilac fragrance wafts in June
Mackinac Island Festival is in full aromatic display
Michigan rivals Terceira for bragging rights title
Lilac Island King unsure why they cannot share it
An old lady from North America,
Owned an evergreen shrub called Ithaca,
Its cones weren’t aromatic,
She stored them in her attic,
One night she transformed into silica.
June 15, 2025.
Aromatic ambrosia, with
Fragrance of flowers
Prithee, I wish thee
Stay, spend with me hours
Jasmine-dipped honey
Yet comforts my tummy
Lunch break long over
Do bees still love clover
Soft summer breeze
sensual aromatic scents
inhaled and exhaled
through sensitive nostrils
the rhythm of the wind
warming soft cheeks
inviting the closing of eyelids
capturing a peaceful solitude.
If I might propose a toast
to an aromatic morning roast,
where the orange juice of yesterday
meets the oatmeal of tomorrow,
and the milk of a continental buffet
drowns the Corn Flakes of my sorrow.