Short Patchouli Poems
Short Patchouli Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Patchouli by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Patchouli by length and keyword.
smell of burning leaves
like patchouli in my nose
allergic sneezing
written October 3, 2021
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carving out
if only five minutes
of stillness
when all is dark
and cluttered
in silence
clouds of patchouli
if only in my mind
AP: 3rd place 2020
patchouli incense
opens nostrils --
fragrant dreams
patchouli incense
smolders ethereal --
phantom dreams
patchouli incense
burns as fingers --
massaging dreams
Friday nights call for aroma therapy relaxation
Light a patchouli scented candle
Release the bouquet of merlot
Sit back and wind down
Let the past week simply slip away
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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on a rug, legs crossed
patchouli incense, bright, glowing
my centering island
letting go of strife
meditation's fond delight
stars smile, inner peace
12/7/2020
Breeze of cold.
A song titled hope.
Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette.
Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang.
The itch of a pain.
A warm wind.
The soul lifting song.
Whiff of ceder smoke.
My soul soothed by patchouli.
A healing touch.
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The kaleidoscope effect
of summer's weathered haze
A kiss from unremembered love
hangs loosely overhead
Faces shadowed by greed
morph into enlightened hope
Emphatic
Karmatic
Bittersweet bliss
Hippie twirl
Patchouli scent
Overloading all senses
Holding hands
Embracing summer's greedless
heart
Form:
I know this might sound kind of wrong
But I am making up a ditty of a cute little song
About how hedgehog loves his smelly patchouli bong
How can I distribute it to this hippie throng?
Hedgehog is a private guy, I said.
You might be messing with his head.
I would write a song about myself instead.
Maybe about how you keep overfed.
Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk
Decaying leaves slowly becoming dust,
Scent of that Sixties patchouli musk
Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk.
Breezes becoming somewhat brusque
Leaves still green but tinging with rust,
Smell of Autumn in the evening dusk
Decaying leaves slowly becoming dust.
written August 1, 2021
What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my cologne
Sweet masculine patchouli, signature of my own,
The musky smell I was wearing when we first met.
I’ll leave the memory with you with faintest regret
Somewhere in the distant past it lingers in the air,
Reminding me of a time when all our love was fair.
written September 29, 2021
I have written for numerous
Tolkienesque publications
But I am a Jew!
Why do I keep doing this?
Well Keats wrote about truth and beauty
I find beautiful scenes in LOTR
I guess I am an aging hippie
I even use "Aging Hippie Bath Oil" with
patchouli
The "craze" has died down
The 60's are long over
Remember the song "It's Good to Be Alive"?
Well, it is!
Painful
painted
paragraph
pages,
paisley
pale,
pulsating
paper
passing
passion,
passive
pastoral
patchwork
patchouli,
patina
pathos
pauses.
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October 23, 2019
Poetry/Alliteration/Patina Pauses
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1190-761-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Tautogram
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place