Smelling(P) Poems - Poems about Smelling(P)

MELINDA

Melinda is so beautiful 
She's sweet like Mirinda 
This girl is from Florida 
Her best friend's name is Belinda 
And her younger sister linda
She drives Honda.

She's so classy
Very unique 
Meek in her ways
Pink her favorite color 
She got no body odour
Always smelling like vanilla.

This girl is my treasure 
She always tells me
If you don't venture

Sweet-Smelling Hobo

fragrant
vagrant

Smelling The Roses

"Smelling The Roses"


What if oxygen
Is a slow killing 

Poison that 
When taken 

In takes seventy
Five years, more 

Or less, to 
Effectively 

Take 
Effect?

White House smelling like curry 2

In this world of wanton worry,
There’s this new kind up on hurry.
Call it plain prejudice
That’d for wood the tree miss,
But should K Harris win
As chances seem no mean,
Should all the White House smell curry?
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Happenings |10.09.2024| USA, political, Humour
Poet’s note: This is second in a series of three limericks on current happenings in USA.

Love is a Funny-Smelling Thing

     If bathtubs grew onions
       then feet might have bunions
     that stink as well as get sore
  
     If you can't remove all the dirt
       your toes will sure hurt

Smelling the Coffee

Reality doesn’t come
with perfection
Its paradigm rooted
and flawed
To love an ideal
 its fantasy sealed
The truth found in mores
—not law

(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)

Smelling Delight In the Morning

Grateful to God* for deliverance from anosmia
I praise Him for the pleasant breath of life 
midst jubilant smelling optimization 
oozing with wondrous delights...

On a restful day of redolent vibrancy, my nose is greeted
by minty scent of my special child's shampoo
with citrus body wash along bubble gum-cologne
and refreshing baby powder after his bathing spree...

Oh, I enjoy

Smelling

TO BE ABLE TO SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF BLOOMS
THE CRISPNESS OF FRESHLY CUT GRASS
THE WOODINESS OF A LUMBERED TREE
IMAGES IN YOUR MIND ARE CAST
THE SENSE OF SMELL IS SO DEFINING
IT ENABLES THE IMAGINATION TO BE FREE
SWEET, SPICY, WOODY OR MUSK
A CONNECTION TO IT THERE WILL BE
SMELLING SOMETHING AS IT COOKS
STRAIGHT AWAY IT’S OF FOOD

Smelling

Oh for smelling when lavender’s in bloom
or sweet roses and their pretty perfume.
Chantilly I love to have a whiff of.
Tabu is so sexy –  a fragrance I love.

Bread in the oven is so nice to smell
And buttery popcorn at movies as well.
Smelling lasagna and pizza – the zest!
but smelling meat grilling has to be

Smelling

I do wander around flowery gardens,
Where floral odors can be found to reside,
Each flower has a unique tale, aroma, and song,
I genuinely feel at home in this scented universe.

A rose with delicate, red petals,
Its fragrance dances in the wind,
A pristine and snow-white lily,
In the garden, its aroma is growing subtly.

But I love more than simply

Smelling Night Crawlers

After the rain I started to smell them
They have a distinct odor, not a fragrance
I had to walk carefully, as to not squash them
They were squirming on the sidewalk and in the grass
Night crawlers, giving me nightmares some nights

Smelling

SMELLING

                 Specific smell recall reminiscences.
                  Nostalgia touches my core of heart pulling
          

Smelling With Juniper

I took our son and daughter-in-law’s dog, Juniper, for a walk this morning.
Junie still acts like a puppy even though she’s already 3…
So it’s fair to say, in retrospect…Junie was walking me.

Even though I had the leash…we zig-zagged down the paths she chose…
on a walk usually dominated by my eyes…today, thanks to Junie, I got

Living

oftentimes not the matter of everyone's general well-being
one fifth oxygen in earth's atmosphere enables human breathing
olfactory nerves sensing chemical changes defined as smelling
retina's reaction to incoming photons results in seeing
neural oscillation means brain's involved in the process of thinking 
needing proximity and caring deeply about is called loving
solicited or not, thoughts soon begin cascading and

Smelling the Ironed Denim

We cannot come now the ladybug sang with accord.
We are smelling the starch on the ironing board.
The baby mouse agreed, she loved the smell of starch too.
And she liked the stiffness of the jeans her mom ironed all blue.

They sat next to the baskets watching Mrs. Mouse work.
She ironed for the McGuffries, the Geedogs and

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