Short Sense Of Smell Poems
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A
feeling
of dislike
aroused by harsh
acts.
It
is felt
linking to
the sense of some
taste.
It
causes
feeling by
sense of smell, touch,
sight.
~x~
As I travel at warp speed
Through time, it seemed
Motionless and surreal
As my molecules
Tries to catch-up
With my body
Giving away my
Sense of smell
Touch and sight
Until I explode
To be as wise as an owl is actually absurd
because the owl is one of the least intelligent birds.
It's also the skunk's only successful predator as well
because the owl doesn't have a sense of smell.
I can smell the aroma of a stew cooking,
but my dog can smell every single individual ingredient,
and a bear can smell all of that in a sealed container,
locked inside a sealed cooler,
locked in a garage,
locked in the trunk of a car,
anywhere from 1 to 3 miles afar.
Under the blood moon sky
The urgency to release the wolf from within
Shredded skin lying on the foliage
Bones expanding to animal metamorphosis state
A heightened sense of smell intensifies
The blood lust is irresistible with every heartbeat
Then a deep, long howl into the darkness.
Form:
There's an old woman living in a shack
Seems she had a stink coming from a crack
Then COVID came and destroyed
Peoples' sense of smell and left a void
Now all her friends and family are back
About no one/picture depicts no one I know or hope no one recognizes if so, I will remove it.
He flew home
nothing remained
only her.
Houses and neighbors
had shrunk into footnotes.
His dog had lost its sense of smell
- was not well.
The roots of the town
had rotted beneath the forgotten
and disowned.
The whole damn country
had been re-landscaped.
He did not fit anymore
except into her -
that was more than enough.
It hovers around
waiting in the air
perfect time to land
to salvage
Keen sense of smell
I can't detect
but I know where
it wants to go
The night a friend
to an enemy
snuffed him away
an innocent
Sad....
the owner regains
soil becomes the keeper
of the body
the soul...in the heart
It flies away
the sweet fragrance gone.
how many taste buds do we have? Asked the tongue.
Thousands she told her, discerning them looks like fun!
First I would organize them into the right kitchen bin.
Sweet, salty, sour, or bitter, placing them in the right tin.
Taste buds carry messages to the eating seating brain.
Your sense of smell helps you determine taste in the rain.
Madness
Take my eyes
I have no more use for them
Blindness is so much more
Than what I use them for
And my sense of smell
Take that as well
I have no use for it
No more the world of roses bloom
In this wretched, sightless place
Madness
Take everything
For I have gone insane
No more to bear this weight of life
Madness
Save my soul
Form:
What are Senses?
A sense of touch
A sense of smell
A sense of faith.
What happens when they are gone?
Scattered to the wind
Weathered by the storm
Coming up empty.
What do we do then?
Start from scratch
Back to the drawing board
Turning over that leaf.
Will we ever be the same?
Time is indifferent
Wounds will heal
Scars remain.
skeleton cartilage
seven gill slits on head
supreme power symbol
stalks prey up to six miles
sense of smell amazing
species are small or large
sudden seashore scary
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written March 10, 2022
especially for "In Search of Prey" poetry contest
sponsored by Joseph May
syllables checked with HMS and PS
Coffee Poetry
blowing
smelled the coffee
out of each breath
like smoke
in the combustion
expand thoughts
coffee’s fragrant
piercing the sense of smell
binding our heart
warmer
frame our heart
embrace life
surround
around
breathe
smell the coffee
evaporates
fuzzy
remaining
at the bottom of the cup
silent
hold dreams
and
memories
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala
30 April 2013
The sense of sight…
To picture our world each day.
The sense of touch…
To kiss the pain and tears away.
The sense of smell…
As lungs fill with the air we breathe.
The sense of taste…
As flavors on the tongue they weave.
The sense of hearing…
For the music of children at play.
But the most valuable sense of all,
A sense of humor…
So no matter what, you can laugh each day.
The icy talons of nature
Claw for my soul
Leaving my body
A broken home
First, my sense of smell
Then, my power of speech.
Left distraught I was,
Incapable of roaming the earth
Wreaking havoc vengefully,
The dust of the earth did
Slither into my nostrils
And down my spine
And like gods against a man
The frost of stars fallen
And that which man was born of
Came with the curse of harmattan
They roam their territory, out in their jungle
and with plenty too fell, it gives them a smile
It is their mobility, that makes them agile
with a sense of smell, here comes a new arrival
Not being revolutionary, because their home is not vial
they don’t have to yell, because that’s not their style
Well known in history, to which one is so vital
they should ring their own bell, to make sure they stay primal
Do not toast to tomorrow!
Unable to even gaze upon this very moment,
Is tomorrow truly a blessing meant for you?
Yes, she hesitated.
For a moment, I surrendered reality.
Before I knew it, lingering with a sweet kiss,
Suddenly, her own "Lord of the Rings"
Found its way onto my finger.
"Today too, when I get off work,
I surrender my entire body
To her sense of smell."
"It's not your bonus day today, is it?"
Animals can sense another's energy.
Some use their sense of smell, some just feel it instinctively.
At one time we too possessed this ability,
but when we evolved our high intellect, we lost it inevitably.
It's a trade off with evolution continually.
When we evolve a new ability, we lose another unfortunately.
They who claim to be empaths possess no psychic abilities.
It's just left over evolutionary baggage is what I believe.
The gutters flood with debris
lost receipts, tossed paper cups
dead leaves
I jump puddles
and duck into a dry setting
the strong scent of coffee
assaults my sense of smell
I see minor twenty first century poets
huddled in a corner
typing away on their devices
laughing at their own wit
I write in a little red notebook
with a pen
Stuck in the last century
child of the 80's
born in the 70's
growing old in the new millennium
I smell a mountain goat she says
halfway through our wild walk.
Sure you do I almost gloat,
I won't indulge such silly talk.
But, sure enough 'round that next curve
it's standing there and looks at me as if to say
Hey there Bud, you've got some nerve,
and I ...
I do not doubt her sense of smell unto this very day!
Inspired by a photo and commentary at Scot Rubey Photography on Facebook
To me, the sense of smell
Is very potent, and brings back memories....
Coffee brewing, pancakes, pasta sauce,
Baking meats, frying bacon...
And the very best, fresh baked, from scratch, bread.
Heavenly it makes the whole house,
and worth the hours of work involved...
These things are gone for me,
But in my memory.
So if ou cook for your family,
But you're awful tired too,
Remember you're building memories,
They'll always have of you.
You put a blindfold on me,
so I cannot see.
I have a plug in each ear.
This is so I cannot hear.
I wear thick insulated gloves as such.
These are to inhibit my sense of touch.
Sticking my tongue out would be a waste.
There is nothing for me to taste.
All I have left is my sense of smell.
I know you are near me, I can tell.
A deaf, dumb, and blind man knows.
There is no way to hide from my nose.
That is because you smell like a rose.
The first time I realized action speaks louder than words
Is that time on the toilet when out came a turd
I squeezed, I forced
went so long almost got divorced
This turd is terrible, It changing my life
And my sense of smell, it will never be right
OMG no, its everywhere
How do I clean this, OMG IS THAT HAIR
My wife is gonna kill me
Unless this smell willingly
Knocks her out and gives me time
To run away and cross that state line
I wonder if I’m the only one
who smells the fetidness
of dead daylilies,
carrion that lies concealed
off the beaten path.
Could it be my preoccupation with death lately?
Reviewing my will, perusing my prepaid
funeral expenses and life insurance,
that have acutely enhanced
my sense of smell for the morbidities
of death.
It’s not a pleasant state of mind
to live with and act unconcerned
concerning the inevitable conqueror worm.
Morning sun lights up the sky
Feel the warm radiance upon your face
Open your arms toward the azure sky
Drift away on silver lined clouds
Take a deep breath of fresh air
let it infuse your sense of smell
Open your eyes to the joys of nature
Feel the soft earth beneath your feet
Hear the whispers of the earth
Everything we have is borrowed
Once we leave we leave with nothing
what we worked hard to achieve
all will be left behind
Enjoy the simplistic things of life