#herbs
Grandma knows medi-
cinal herbs, well, in the past --
she would have been burned.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
In the sacred circle where love’s magic blooms,
I call upon the herbs, their ancient perfumes—
to bless my heart, to stir desire’s flame,
and honor the divine dance of love’s sacred name.
Rose, the queen of passion’s bloom,
crimson petals kissed by Venus’ loom—
a symbol of depths beyond mere words,
passion’s fire in fragrant bursts, love’s sweet chords.
Lavender, pure and serene,
whispers of devotion, calm and keen—
a tranquil balm that holds hearts tight,
ensuring harmony in love’s gentle light.
Rosemary, of loyalty and the mind’s deep fires,
fidelity’s sprig that fuels desire—
a gift from tradition, a vow held true,
remembrance of love that ever renews.
Basil, the herb of ancient vows,
stirring passions in sacred plows—
a gift from the gods, a wish fulfilled,
love’s waters stirred, forever stilled.
Thyme, of courage, friendship’s core,
a symbol of devotion, forevermore—
its sprigs, like vows, in bouquets entwined,
guard loyalty and hearts unconfined.
Jasmine, intoxicating and divine,
whispering of romance, sensual sign—
perfume of lovers, promise sweet,
in its scent, divine passions meet.
Myrtle, bride of Aphrodite’s grace,
fidelity wrapped in sacred space—
garlands of love, eternal and true,
binding hearts in vows anew.
Orange Blossom, pure and bright,
flower of innocence, love’s light—
fertility’s gift, eternal vow,
blessing lovers with sacred wow.
Vervain, of love’s magic and awakening,
passion’s spark, devotion’s making—
ancient herb of Isis’ grace,
fostering attraction in time and space.
Cinnamon, fire of longing, desire’s flare,
igniting the soul, banishing despair—
passion ablaze, strength to endure,
a sacred spice of love’s pure allure.
Cardamom, warm and inviting,
stirring spirits, loving and igniting—
an aphrodisiac from eastern lore,
fueling passion’s ever-burning core.
Hibiscus, lust in crimson glow,
divination’s bloom, love’s secret show—
a symbol of longing, sacred and deep,
where passions dance and spirits leap.
Bay Leaves, of love’s enduring crown,
fidelity’s sign, never let down—
their whisper guiding hearts to unite,
in love’s eternal, sacred light.
Dill, gentle and protective,
strengthening bonds organic—
spread around, their essence keep,
love’s fortress firm, in trust deep.
Coriander seeds, of harmony’s art,
reconciliation, and divine heart—
to heal wounds, renew vows,
bestow happiness in sacred bows.
Black Cohosh, potent and bold,
courage, potency—tales told—
a herb of strength, desire’s flame,
to fuel love with fiery aim.
Vervain, of devotion’s lace,
passion’s ember in sacred space—
a herb that awakens hearts anew,
binding lovers, pure and true.
Ashwagandha and Shatavari, forms of vital grace—
nourish life, renew passion’s face—
strengthen the body, nurture the soul,
for love’s eternal, sacred goal.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
Around the ruins
of the distillery still --
smell bells of lungwort.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC
She is such a.....
**** for black pepper
with her amateur
Symbolic ***** ****
...............
I bought it
Watch as they bounce me
Across the
Family's hot topic list
I live for big business
Now inching
toward industry
with such relief
Let's keep
Moving
Jeeeeeeezzzz
What the hell
Is any of us even
doing here?
How weird
I can hear
some kinda cheering
From the atmosphere
Or is it an orchestra?!
I love it even more
Than the day before
.....
just for the allure
Okay, say when..
The Gods like to
pepper in
a bit of horror
to make a story
More interesting..
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
If my sky should fall
as one day I know it will
let mosses stitch my winding sheet
wrap me in a willow shroud
shot through with camomile
bury me in starlight,
six hands deep beneath the trees
for I always was romantic
then let me rest and take my ease
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 2:37 PM UTC
(okay so i understand if you cant source these things naturally but its much better if you do)
so my go-to tea base is a blend of rose hips, allspice, and chicory for general good vibes
and for nice winter-y vibes this solstice you can add cinnamon sticks, clove, and dried orange peels for added comfort and prosperity in the new year
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Old men remember
The taste of a long lost love
Bitter herbs turned sweet
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
I had told no one
Where that speaking plant rose;
For, it bent where no eyes could look
And where the woods became a mirage.
It led to where Daphne took,
And where the butterfly seed would ride.
Sent from a moonlit breeze
near the noxious smell of the tide.
It grew in marsh where all rested still, separate from time;
Where, the digits of the woods can grab you
and the Green Lord wears a Henbane Crown.
So watch where you step when you are among my kind.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Flint cracks and flame errupts.
Crisp green turns to charred black.
Each inhale
pulls clouded plumes into my lungs.
The taste rolls along my tongue.
In fragrant wisps
my anxiety melts.
Burning bad days,
caressing the pain away.
Glazed and glossy eyes
see the silver lining through the haze.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
It is you who I blindly follow
For every kiss, we have made,
Tastes like blood and mint
With the bitter decay of a lotus heart,
Just as spoiled as a cup of
Pu-erh.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
Our affections are resinous
By the grindstone, made
Confections.
Our patience tasteful impressions
By words, sweet turpeny made
Ever-growing since.
Our laughter like camphor
Sowed by thyme, made
Love, after.
Your love is unwashed
Grown and ground, made to steep
Cherry beans, grown in their burgundy glove.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
alone i smoke the herbs,
i inhale, the way you taught me,
every draft, every breath, every release,
you spread through my body,
like a river entering the sea,
flowing through my veins, the cold blood,
overheating, like a hot summers day,
making me meltaway
oh how i love you
ehx
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
her bare toes touch the
wet grass,
the bottoms of her feet
now covered in mud
her feet are the garden
growing fresh movements
her mind is the water
nourishing the herbs
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
Jasmine smells of Lavender to me,
except the plant of color reminds me of a time that was lonelier.
I've held a bit of the scent,
but was compelled to be rid of the dried herb that lingers,
and tickles my legs in my own bed as a reminder
to dust myself off and try again.
I sniff the freshly fallen blossoms I've laid atop
my comforters, fondly.
I try to erase the fear of the spirals,
smelling flowers and escaping sleep
and remember that I've become the company I keep.
So that when I anoint my temples with white petals
I forget the loneliness lavender reminds me of.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
I lie in wait for space.
A space of my own
where quiet ambiance roams
Jasmine and mint steep in time
growing lax on a warm sunlit spot on the floor
my book groaning at me to read it,
just a little more.
something deeper than self-care
a little something of self-healing
I wait for you.
My mysterious being,
although I doubt you exist
I feel myself losing it all in the rift
of these futile wounds
and these nights of sunlit tunes
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
My family What's app group
Is homemade soup.
It keeps me calm,
Soothes me like a balm,
Reduces tension of the day,
Appeases my appetite for what is happening in some way.
Family relationship is savoury broth,
Holds a strong bond and growth.
Photos and videos,
Not to forget audios,
Are seasonings which enhance the taste,
Just some, only the best.
Gossips,jokes and sayings need time to simmer,
To reach full flavour.
Family moans and groans,
Are birthdays, death,sickness and new borns,
Raining with condolences and wishes,
Tangy, no preservatives.
Family members are garnish,
Quite a relish,
With active members as crusty croutons,
That promote sociability and traditions.
Passive members are fresh herbs,
Rarely a comment,only few words,
But,are there to bring out the lovely aroma.
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold
Dancing under the Moon's luminescence
that seeps into my kitchen
I love these 3am happenings
except when I slip up
and set subconsciously mischievous intentions
Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold
chanting and dancing
as the Moon's glow keeps shining
entangling my soul as I rewrap fate's lining
chanting and dancing
the Moon's glow keeps on dazzling
enchanting my soul as I go
unannounced observers, lo and behold.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
More than just drops of water
The life giver, the energy re filler
The rain, I stopped running away
And gazed, on drops that fall on leaves
A closer look, and thoughts lit up
It's a refreshment, a zillion angels
Descending, giving life to the dry souls
Defending drought from wiping out joy
The soil absorbed the gift
Awakened her offsprings
The trees, herbs and flowers
Replenished their needs
Now, the payback to their care takers
To let them be thankful to God
For what they haven't destroyed
For they have become humans
The nature will unleash, the beauty
The food, the medicines, to relax
And to inhale life, the oxygen
Then after, the silly droplets
That fooled around on huge petals
Soon, to drop on her fulfilled heart
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
*When the earth collides,
The sky beckons the sea
And the sea beckons the air
And the air hovers to the tree
And the tree beckons the rain
And the rain meets the earth
In a rushing surge
And the earth smells green
And the green revives the earth
And the green endows the herbs
And the herbs become medicine
And the herbs heal the nation
And the herbs heal the nation*
Ovi Odiete ©
Poetry Times
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC