Smell Poems - Poems about Smell

As I walked into a family restaurant, My nose got tickled all of a sudden By a familiar aroma that entered my nostrils. It transported me back to the years long past, When I was a child at my far away home In my mother’s kitchen on a Christmas day. The smell of chicken stew and *‘appam’ And the intoxicating taste...

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Smell Of An Old Book Pages turn yellow. Black ink at work. Your mind is thinking. Solitude sky shines many. Exhale poetry. Words written yesterday. Turn each page. Fall slumber, away. Shadowy eyes a haze. Smell of an old book fades. The love of reading. Someone else's story. Another chapter ages. Clean air after the...

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enticing bouquet canopy above my head feral timberland...

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i swear june dew has a smell the smell of summer at my door the smell of freedom that first day school is out the smell of realizing i get to decide what to do with my days my weeks with my summer that taste of freedom permeates the air it’s come on suddenly and everything looks different june dew brings on a whole new world an...

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another weekday she awakens to the sunrise aroma of preset coffee brewing her eyes still closed she thinks about her day and slowly starts to form thoughts in her head so much to do so little time a jolt of java revs up the engine give her a minute she'll come to life another sip and there it is it's all systems go! AP: 1st place 2025...

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iron on linen an old fashioned smell I loved whiff of memory...

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Smell the roses When you’re in an awful hurry and haven’t time to spare And everything’s a worry you’re rushing here and there While all the jobs are piling up, there’s dishes in the sink You haven’t time to wash a cup, you haven’t time to think Stop... and smell the roses, that well worn old cliché For sure as little...

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lilac buds burst on the scene sense overwhelm AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 26, 2025...

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perfume in the air apricots and daffodils summer casts its spell AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 26, 2025...

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I've been listening to your eyes And tasted ecstasy I've been glancing at your skin And smelled zest I've been feeling your tongue And heard fragrance I've been savoring your nose And saw melody I've been breathing into your ear And felt elegance...

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It fell too fast. What could they do? It crumbled the walls. Where could they hide? They look up and see the gaze of this spiraling eye with death inside. Now all that’s left is a broken chair never to see how it tilts and rocks. A far memory of the lives we had And the faint smell of burning socks. ...

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My long-lost winter is here Even if it has not snowed, For by and by, woodsmoke is near Drifting slow across the road A most distinctive scent It carries to the nose, Up, up a chimney vent Where a fireplace glows Quite pleasant, yet strong This scent I do remember, Though it lasts not long From many a dying ember The season's sure sign Where a chill...

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Such a common smell Used in places all over Restaurants to grocery stores to schools to bathrooms a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross Kills 99.9% of viruses & bacteria Kills the germs left from my stomach surrendering its contents Huddled over and in pain a smell this clean cant make me feel so gross I was always sick as...

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"A house divided against itself...", Marxist know, cannot stand. The scheme, I believe, to sow as much confusion as possible. The world has gone through many ages: The Iron Age of Iron miracles, the Renaissance, when art reached its pinnacle of spirituality...and now, what we have in America, the Golden Age of Stupid -- hopefully...

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I came back weary from the distant road, Yet I returned singing, calling it "homeland." Golden plains, stretching into the blue sky, I longed for the scent of your wormwood. Soft, dusty earth, swirling in golden clouds, From this dust, your child weaves verse aloud. To my eyes, it’s dearer than fire itself, The remains of earth huts, the village I’ve felt. The...

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