Smell Poems - Poems about Smell

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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He walked into the room, commanding attention and my heart, the scent of him is like a drug, intoxicating me, controlling my every thought. A hint of musk and cedarwood, with a touch of leather, manly without being overbearing. I can't help but associate those notes with his broad shoulders, and the way he carries himself with such confidence. There's a subtle...

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This morning on my walk I brought Juniper, a dog, along. I wanted her to see the stars and hear the day’s first song. I wanted her to enjoy the morning…to hear the night owl croon… to see the ocean in the stillness of the dark illuminated by the moon. I wanted her to walk under the trees…feel the...

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fire pit of wood slowly smoking out the neighbors air absorbs the smell...

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The chain of events following fragmentation of a giant rock: A piece got wind down with sprouting of vitalizing herbs. A miniscule life showed up, then giants started to take over All at once they departed,unique things began to uncover. First it was on four limbs,and they were the ones to get selected. Unprecedented occurrences began as soon as...

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I need just before dawn to feel the slopes, love them, The smell of mint or anise, gentian or orange, I need to walk to look for ghosts, invisible ones My parents gone, my wife with quiet kisses, I need this time away from the sleeping cities, To find my soul that is lost in loving you, I need mint,...

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