#fragrance
It’s bliss to sniff you,
Enchanting is your fragrance,
Fresh white Gardenia.
~ Poetictouch
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
Smooth hands
Tastefully long nails
Clean and rounded
Pump of lotion
Smell of vanilla
And sweet linen
So pretty
So dainty
She puts on her watch
Gold and elegant
She reaches for her perfume
Sprays lightly
Covering herself
With dignity and grace
Finishes zipping the back of her dress
Black and fitted
Confident and composed
Ready for the funeral
To which she thought she’d never go
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:18 PM UTC
the fragrances of song
lighting up the mind
tiny birds singing
one to one hearts.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
At the sacred hour when dawn's first light kissed the earth,
The poet stood enraptured before the jasmine’s bloom, and, with a heart full of divine yearning, he spoke:
O’ jasmine, thou art the soul’s breath,
In thy fragrance, the secret of life’s depth.
Thy scent ascends, unshackled, divine,
Rising beyond the limits of time and space—so fine.
Thou art the eternal pulse of the cosmos’ rhyme,
Not bound by the fleeting toll of time.
What wisdom dost thou hold, unspoken, untold,
That doth raise the humble air to gold?
Thy fragrance spills forth, and with it, the air,
A breath once dull, now crowned with royal flare.
It dances in rapture, unshackled, unbound,
As if the soul of the universe is found.
Thou art the sacred rhythm, the eternal song,
The truth that calls the soul to where it belongs.
And in thy fragrance, O’ jasmine, I see,
The union of souls, as one, they must be.
For lovers, drawn by thy sweet perfume,
Are drawn to each other, their hearts in bloom.
Thy scent pulls them close, with tender might,
Uniting their souls in the still of the night.
Thou art the bridge that joins two hearts,
A love eternal, where no distance parts.
The jasmine, bathed in the divine light of the eternal sun, stirred in its sacred dance and, with a voice as soft as the breath of eternity, replied:
O’ poet, I am the flame of the Infinite,
A fragrance that no mortal can ever limit.
I bloom not for the passing of the days,
But in the light that eternally sways.
In my petals, the heart of the universe beats,
A rhythm that no time-bound soul meets.
I rise from the depths of the soul’s pure fire,
A truth that calls the spirit higher.
The mind may wander, seeking the way,
But the heart, O’ poet, knows where to stay.
In thy heart’s flame, thou wilt find me true,
For I am the love that burns in you.
And yes, O’ poet, my fragrance does bind,
Two souls together, their hearts entwined.
For in my scent, lovers are drawn near,
Their hearts awakened, their souls sincere.
I am the magic that makes them whole,
The divine union of body and soul.
The poet, his heart ablaze with the fire of longing, spoke with an intensity that echoed through the heavens:
O’ jasmine, thou art the unspoken truth,
The eternal essence, ageless in youth.
Thy scent, a message from the world divine,
A calling from the heavens, forever to shine.
Time doth not bind thee, nor days obscure,
For thou art the wisdom that shall endure.
What dost thou know of love’s pure fire,
That makes the soul leap higher and higher?
Thy fragrance doth scatter the night’s dark veil,
Revealing the light that none can curtail.
What secret dost thou carry within,
That frees the soul, that washes sin?
And how, O’ jasmine, doth thy scent bring forth,
The union of lovers, the awakening of worth?
The jasmine swayed, as if moved by the celestial wind, and its voice, deep and unfathomable as the ocean, replied:
O’ poet, I am the soul’s awakening song,
The eternal flame that burns ever long.
I rise not from earth, nor from time’s cruel chain,
But from the realm where light doth reign.
In my essence, the entire universe flows,
I am the seed from which all creation grows.
I bloom not for the fleeting moment’s fire,
But for the soul’s eternal desire.
The intellect may seek, but only the heart can find,
The truth that transcends all thought and mind.
I am the fragrance that frees the soul’s song,
A wisdom that calls the heart to belong.
When lovers breathe my scent, they are drawn,
Not by the body, but by the soul’s dawn.
I pull them together, across time and space,
Binding them forever in love’s embrace.
The poet, now filled with a fire he could not contain, spoke with the clarity of a soul awakened:
O’ jasmine, thy fragrance is the language of the divine,
The song of the unseen, the path of the lighted mind.
Thy scent transcends the dust of days,
A call to the soul that forever sways.
Time is but a shadow, fleeting and frail,
But thy love is the wind that will never fail.
In thy bloom, I find the truth I sought,
The eternal flame, the wisdom untaught.
Not in the hours, nor in the fleeting days,
But in the soul’s fire, the truth always stays.
And in thy magic, O’ jasmine, I see,
The union of lovers, a love that is free.
The jasmine, a vision of perfect grace, spoke once more, its voice like the soft sigh of the stars:
Yes, O’ poet, in thy heart’s fire,
Shall thou find the light that lifts thee higher.
Time may falter, may bend, may break,
But in the heart’s flame, no illusions take.
In the warmth of love, all things unite,
In the soul’s glow, the universe takes flight.
The heart’s wisdom is the eternal sound,
The fragrance of truth, where all is found.
And in the union of lovers, I am the key,
For love’s fragrance sets the soul free.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Why desire night-blooming jasmine,
yet refuse sandalwood’s calm?
Frankincense drifts outside,
myrrh’s sorrow wagered within.
Orange—innocence so pure,
Yet freshness shimmers only in light;
Musk—the scent of hormone,
Sweetness of oxytocin's pulse.
What is the lemon zest of dark
fragrances … in burning smoke
or secretive pheromones it craved for?
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
Like a flower, you are ever spring, ever fresh, and ever beautiful.
Like a flower, you are wrapped in hidden secrets and elegance.
Like a flower, you are the song of rain, wind, snow, and melodious birds.
Like a flower, you are the start of new life, a new day, and a renewed promise.
Like a flower, you are the source of peace, love, and inspiration.
Like a flower, you radiate the fragrance of sweetness, humility, and giving.
Like a flower, you are the beginning and the end of every romantic poem
Hussein Dekmak
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
In Your Smile, My Dear
In your smile, my dear,
I See infinite beauty,
Sublime dreams,
Happiness,
And hidden secrets.
In your smile, my dear,
I discover a safe haven
And a welcoming home.
I feel an ocean of love,
And the peace of a river.
I hear unspoken words,
Songs of the rain,
And the melodies of the birds.
I see the birth of a new spring,
I smell the fragrance of tulips and roses,
Witness a rainbow of hope and inspiration
Listen to best wishes and heartfelt prayers,
Read thousands of untold stories,
Watch the symphony of nature,
Behold sunshine, the full moon, and twinkling stars.
Hussein Dekmak
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
A runaway model, understated
A runaway goddess
Run a way
Way teeming with costumes of unique styles
Swaying the trend wave of fashion
The catwalk, magnificent
Those eyes, alluring
Your body is embedded in protection like a shell
Oh, I can’t forget the smell you behold
Of expensive fragrances, a sensual spell
But beneath the glamour, a story to tell
I also can’t stop thinking about being in a fashion show
Cat walking like you do
I hope I appear in the limelight someday
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
the rotting process
proof of life dampens the air
with pine-like fragrance
transfusional breath confirms
i'm one with the earth
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
To those
who abandon the very souls
they once vowed
to die for
hear this...
Even a flower,
plucked and dead
in your careless hand,
will gift you
its fragrance.
It does not curse.
It does not withhold.
It bleeds beauty
for the one
who tore it
from its roots.
So too
do the truest hearts,
they bloom
for their betrayers,
and love
even as they wither.
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
Churned by cream
Sweet
Oh, but it is
A rose
Dipped in butter
Translucent yellow
Melting into fleshy
Pink
Punctuated thinly
On the edges
Where dirt might get
Into a fingernail
Showing a line
Where color meets
Love of a rose
Singing the sweet and salt
Of butter on
My olfactory
Tongue to the
Earthy fragrance
Only a rosey delight
Gives
To my sight
You are one
Of a kind
My butter Rose
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
the rotting proves Living
its fragrance dampens the air
a good morning
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
I go back in time
as I get a whiff of some familiar scent.
Like the aroma of spices from my mother’s pulao —- the blend of bay leaves, cinnamon, black cardamom and cloves
that left eyes sparkling in anticipation of a royal meal.
Or the scent of fruits
that made their way into my lunch at school - bananas, apples, grapes, oranges
along with an embroidered napkin
that held onto the smell of the season, the love of parents and the comfort of home.
The tanginess of lemons in my father’s cologne —- a burst of summer every time I opened his closet.
The fragrance of roses from incense sticks that my grandmother would light as she prayed —
the mysticism of life in her folded hands.
The smoke would rise from the sticks, curling, to reach heaven along with her prayers -
and I would look upward wondering if God could hear her songs and smell the roses.
The heady scent of rain and earth as we played in puddles
walking and slipping
splashing and laughing
lost in the moment
hearts as light as those drops of rain.
A whiff of these and I travel back in time
I miss the innocence
and melange of those
happy scents and aromas.
It seems like a different world.
And though far away —
It seems like yesterday.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC
Cherry blossoms, soft and bright,
Dance in spring, a fleeting sight.
Some teach us, like whispers in the breeze,
Lessons in petals, carried with ease.
Others bloom, blessings in the sun,
Filling hearts, dispelling the fun.
As they arrive, they too must part,
Leaving fragrance, a mark on the heart.
Cherish each moment, both lesson and grace,
For life’s like blossoms, a beautiful chase.
In seasons' cycle, we learn to let go,
Embracing the beauty in ebb and flow.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Perfumes smell elegant,
It spreads its fragrance wherever it is ,
Hi dear...💕 I wish you to be a perfume ,
Perfume of happiness
Wherever you are, spread happiness.....💓
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.
Perfume spake, with elegance refined,
“I am the soul of artistry, confined
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,
A potion made to linger, to gleam.
I bear the weight of ancient lore,
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.
I am not mere essence, drifting free—
I am the art of memory."
Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,
"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,
In wind, in rain, in every glade.
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.
I linger soft on fleeting air,
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."
Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,
“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?
I am the union of the pure and the real,
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.
Without me, perfume would not endure,
Without me, scent would not be pure."
The argument raged, in circles vast,
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.
But in the end, a truth was found:
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:54 PM UTC
Let love like sweet perfume
Permeate this sacred room
No longer is Jesus in the tomb
The stone was rolled away
To reveal a brilliant light
All around stood amazed
At this miraculous sight
The sweet perfume of lilies
Was caught up on the breeze
And lifted up to Heaven on high
Like the prayers down on our knees
He is risen, he lives once more
Oh, come let us worship and adore
Like sweet perfume, we are drawn
To follow and to seek the source
We search for an invisible force
May our lives turn out to be
Like sweet perfume unto thee
Attractive to others, a blessing too
But, in all things, may it point to you
Let your love, like sweet perfume,
Surround me and always enfold
As I strive to listen and do what I'm told
A love worth more than all the gold
Let your love warm my heart and soul
Kindle the flame of love in these coals
Let me burn for you with holy desire
Let it reach ever farther and higher
To you, our prayers are oh so sweet
Without your love we are incomplete
Fill our lungs with the sweet peace of God
That we may walk where even angels haven't trod
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
Gardenia's so intoxicating.
The flower is more promising.
The Gandharaj, the king of fragrance
It emits a velvety scent like essence.
Really, it's mesmerising.
Porcelain-white petals are amazing.
Flower is seductive and overwhelming.
A smell reminds us of romance.
Gardenia
You, with the scent so enticing
Positive vibes that you are inducing
Though you grow with wild exuberance,
Your smell is matchless assurance.
Friendly, you are seen in the spring.
Gardenia
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 9:37 AM UTC
There is a fragrance
Remembered in its bloom time
Lilac yet made whole
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
Red, red rose—
not for sure
from this ancient Earth.
Yet it seems so close
to the eyes, to the heart;
then there's the thorn—
you can't touch!
Not sure what
the nightingale sang,
yet a heady fragrance
seems to whisper:
"Heart, eyes, hands—
whatever you feel, say freely;
mine are yours,
I wish you could see!"
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 8:41 AM UTC
Do you want to smell the Flowers
Be in the moments of each day
Receive beauty life offers
And experience your own bouquet
Where do you draw in such fragrance
In a World of many concerns
Simply search your heart My Friend
Look beyond the twists of fern
As the hedge that surrounds Your Sanctuary
Grows a little out of control
Then prune it back carefully
Your Flower needs to be on show
To other beautiful Flowers
That bloom all around
Grateful for Inspiration
In fertile ground!
(c) Debra Lea Ryan, 1st Draft:19/11/06
Edit- 05/03/09 & 05/04/09
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
Happiness brings U Laughter.
Happiness brings U Joy.
It makes U, sound playful.
Like a Child, with a new gifted Toy.
Love pours Out with Romance,
It has the Fragrance of a Flower.
Some are lucky to have it.
As it multiplies Life by the Hour.
Tears that fall on your Pillow,
for all the times U have Cried.
U feel awful, lonely and Hollow.
like almost half of U has Died.
Life is so much Beautiful,
When there's Someone to Care.
Your Wounds all keep healing
Someday their Scars won't be There.
Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 1:36 AM UTC
Romance Me, among the Flowers
and confess, your Love for Me.
Nature will stand as a Witness,
for a Love that's deeper than the Sea.
Hold Me with your Fragrance,
as I sway U with the Breeze.
Our Passions must keep pouring,
As We nestle among the Trees.
Lead Me to all your Hidden Secrets.
I promise they will be Dear to Me.
When U draw yourself a bit Closer.
Your feelings must pour over Me.
Your Heart must beat a Rhythm,
that will narrate all your Pain.
The Pain will surely Disappear,
When I Kiss U in the pouring Rain.
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 9:41 AM UTC
There is an old hymn
this world is not my home
an old friend freely sings
its lyrics but she’s lonesome
never full of joy in her place
ready to depart
but a strong heart keeps her here
for us to talk
and laugh this year
not last or next but now
with both cheer and tears
in our eyes
and on our cheeks.
We’re not waiting.
In this long float
we can smell the fragrance of aster
not before or after
but blooming in our spring
upon this glorious encircling stream.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 9:14 AM UTC