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Kit Scott Dec 2018
once when i was a child
i sat in a field
surrounded by woods

and watched sparks leap from the fire to my clothes

i remember them dancing
and stinging skin hot
tiny freckle burns
dotting my arms

like stars

i remember the smoke
rising into the sky
and curling like a cat
caressing the darkness

as it twisted upwards and away away

the wood broke and the
scent of elderflower
filled me to the brim
with heady wild-smoke

and i remember thinking
big eyes filled with fire
my mouth just open and breathing the heat in

i want to run through that fire

to the other side within

.
i have always felt a particular connection to the smell of woodsmoke and elderflower due to frequent encounters with both - particularly together - as a child. so much so that the barest scent of either sends me spiralling into another mind.
julie Nov 2018
there is something in the air.
the smell of musk and cedar wood.
everywhere where the wind carries me,
it is there.
this distinctive scent.
the scent of security and
memories of beautiful days.
it is your scent
that I've learned to love
K Balachandran Nov 2018
Scented spice hill wind,
Explodes on the night of light;
Spirits merge, sparkle!
stopdoopy May 2019
Clerks (and the)
"Felon"
(and) A Serious Man

12 Angry Men (sit)
"A Few Good Men"
(in the) City Of Men

The Fugitive (seems)
"Fearless"
(stands with a) Smile

"Scent Of A Woman"
Presto (he says)
(and there would be no) Law Abiding Citizen

"The Gods Must Be Crazy"
(to let) Someone Like Him
Getaway (free)

The Sting (is that)
"Cell 211"
(remains) Empty
The sequel to "The Crime". Once again made from movie titles.

They are definitely gross and specific poems, a comment on society.
Butch Decatoria Nov 2018
The drab curtains and carpet

The naked walls of this bedroom

The stillborn air itself

The hollowness of cold silences

The tendrils of smoke

From a cigarette

In a candy dish ashtray…

The Scent of Lonesome

Dark blue

candy dish &

Cigarettes...
Inspired by a poem R  wrote with very similar titles. TY traveler.
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
Today I miss your scent on my skin, today I will write in your body shaking of love, between tears and groans,
Today I will write the verses in your skin, with the scent of my being today I will lick the most ****** corners, imagining the pleasures of my body... Alvorotando the senses, caresses and culminating, the ecstasy in your skin, in me...
Today I will rule the lamentations, and soul succumbed in this Calvary, of sublime love, among lovers, looking for the night where the sounds of my soul are. I regret them in this silence calling in my mind your name encumbered as tattoos in me
Today I miss your kisses and caresses in this silence
Marsha Oct 2018
the scent
of you
still lingers
in the lonely air
A ten word story...
Clelia Albano Oct 2018
When you hold me
it's like going through
a sunny road in winter
time.
It's like flying over
a red carpet of roses and
suddenly falling down,
melting me with this
ancient scent. It's like the
euphoric torment of a body
that sinks into the ocean. It's
like the sight of the candied
eyes of a child when all
around are eyes overwhelmed
with hatred. Keep me away
from the cold…
Keep me away from the
menacing shadows…
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