#jasmine
you say spring has jasmines
but saying this won't help it coming
all of a sudden with a pleasure
wounded & eager to get healed
all over again from the injuries
the spring got when you are away
and far & just once do not force
yourself to be the most winter person
ever
& like i told you about being
ice cold and sharp isn't working well
always & as you try on to understand
what they're talking about & like i told
you about brilliance always shines
and prevails
& then you say spring
has jasmines in her garden & you
delivered the wind, the dust to my
land & i am not mad or sad or happy
i once laughed and started to think
about you
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sipping jasmine tea
Here in this garden I feel
Like I’m in Eden.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
All I wanted
was a word or two
— from time to time.
I nursed your jasmine
back to life,
drop by drop,
from a porcelain cup
with lipstick on the rim.
Now she tiptoes like a waif
across my room,
and twirls her tongue around
the latch, and wears
the most provocative perfume.
When she casts a glance my way,
with gold dust in her eyes,
I wonder how she stays
so lithe and free,
when you left her here
alone with me.
I love the distance that we share
— too far away to get too near,
yet not so far
to tear apart
this fragile bond
subsisting on your disregard.
One day, perhaps,
we’ll meet again
— your luggage toppled
at the open door,
a trail of jasmine on the sill,
while bodies writhe
like martyrs on the cross,
and flesh records
with bite and claw
the parables of our brokenness.
And so, what then?
When passions cool
and sweat turns chill,
and love runs out of words?
How perverse to taste
my salt upon your lips,
your liquor on my breath,
while I stare
in perfect wonder
at the stranger staring back,
still heaving in the moonlight
with jasmine in her hair.
I burn a candle for you
every night,
its wax scalds my fingertips,
then lays a parting kiss
— or flits and sways
in the evening breeze.
But deep in the night,
when the moon takes flight,
and darkness drops
its velvet curtain
on my sill,
it burns
with a hot and
shuddering flame,
that courts the empty corners
of my room.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 10:45 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
Love rises softly like jasmine light,
Guiding my spirit through gentle night.
Silent blossoms whisper ancient truth,
Awakening peace within my youth.
Purity blooms where tender winds sing,
Jasmine unveils hope in everything,
Calm breaths open the sleeping soul,
Light returns making the spirit whole.
Jasmine awakens truth in rising light,
Love unfolds gently in sacred sight.
Purity gathers softly within me,
Spirit ascends freely toward eternity.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM UTC
Off the shore of a greenish land
I walked beside, laughing band
A jasmine white one brushed my hand
I placed a kiss, both soft and planned
Her cheeks aflame, her body swayed
I stole a peck as sunlight played
Red and pale like evening’s fire
What’s the fuss? Just teasing desire
Then came a thought, a sudden spin
Had I shimmered a line unseen?
Her hidden bloom.. oh! I’m unsure
Laughed it off and walked once more.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 11:59 PM UTC
Once on a beautiful day,
standing in my beautiful dress,
wondering—
“Why this world cannot be good for all?”
I sat,
I stared,
while the sun was sinking below the horizon,
fading every piece of stone into darkness.
I glanced how the world,
the grass,
the sky turned from golden to gray,
as if they were meant to be this way.
The only thing that stood— JASMINE,
not an ordinary one, but the one that blooms at night.
It was white, shining like jewels with dew drops,
dancing gracefully along the wind.
I wondered—
“What’s actually making this little piece stand?”
The answer blurred in silence,
or maybe my question was my only answer.
Now, I just want to be this flower—
to be my answer.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
luminous stars rise
night-blooming jasmine unfurls
'neath glimmering sky
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
Love, like petals of a blooming flower,
Roses of rubies, lilies of pearl.
A skin as though of jasmine
that August evening…was it August?
I created you in a hazy vision
when my mind was drunk with sleep -
Are you a dreamer too?
Oct 24, 2023
Oct 24, 2023 at 11:21 AM UTC
Arnt you my most beautiful Jasmine?
Tell me when did you cast ur spell on me
I am enraptured in your fragrance
Heavens wouldn’t smell that way I swear
Fair as snow flake, Smooth as silk
Your lips are like honey dew
Like drop of water on the bud
Oh my Jasmine, only if other flowers knew
How fragrant you are
I’m sure they they would be envious
I’m waiting for you to bloom my Jasmine !
Once again I fell in the deepest pit
I can merely fathom the depth
I don’t wanna rise,It’s a beautiful dream
The pit of my love
filled with infinite happiness ! Muah..
Aye My beautiful Jasmine,
Your Aura enraptured my soul ❤️
- Rose
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Jasmine scent lingers
I fall down on grass
The sky is different
It wasn't as blue in the past
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
white jasmine petals
like the finest silk so pure
nature's sweet perfume
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
You told me, it's
one day, IM
will be sent to,
my eyes awaiting
for long to see, the
arrival of your words
on a screen
Remember!
You are my flower,
A sweet jasmine
Flower 💐
Y ♥️J🥀
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
I feel pretty and soft,
Like a jasmine flower
Blooming with fragrant power,
Feminine and unique,
No two alike in pale white and pink,
Harnessing, absorbing
Sweet summer light,
The rich scent of jasmine
Carried aright,
Weightless and pungent,
Expressively existing.
I feel pretty and soft,
My presence caressing and kissing.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
There is this friend I have,
with a heart that's full of love
A flower color of a moonlight
Not dull, not bright
An angel with a ready smile,
as if she's always high!
with a sweetness like her own?
you wouldn't want to make her frown
A lady who'll sing you a melody
If needed be, a lullaby
But when she's acting crazy?
She'll define catastrophe
For tens of years, a hundred face
Few have caught my gaze
You'll never find someone like her...
Says her lover, one named Euller.
Though not a princess of a fantasy,
she's beautiful, not just pretty.
At dahil english ko ay paubos na...
To you my friend, I dedicate this poetry.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:38 PM UTC
I once was told
In Broooklyn New York
I had a lackadaisical attitude.
It was the first time I was hearing
That whimsical adjective !
So lackadaisical I was !
Looked like an illness
The way they said it
It seemed I could contaminate.
So I stopped a few seconds to think and dissect the word
Lackadaisical
I lacked a daisy somewhere !
Sounded like I lacked a fuse in my brain !
Next thing I know I was checking the word
In my reminiscences of the Oxford English Dictionary
Or may be it was Webster's
And it said in black and white ferns I lacked purpose
I wasn't properly lazy, I just lacked directions
I lacked enthusiasm, stamina
I was devoid of zest
I was blasé
Insouciant
Careless.
Translated into more French I was nonchalant and better said
Jemenfoutiste.
It was during an encounter group
And they threw that lackadaisical attitude ******** to my face
And guess what i did ?!
I just kept on smiling
Jemenfoutiste to the extreme.
And they kept saying
See what I mean, you 're so ******* lackadaisical , man !
You're so pathetic ! You're so apathetic !
It was Winter in America like Gil Scott-Heron would say
And it felt so good, so warm,
As far as I could see,
To be called lackadaisical
And not laconical.
I not only lacked a daisy
I lacked a bunch of tropical flowers indeed !
Like bouganvillea, orchid or hibiscus
Anthurium, jasmine or bromeliad
I lacked sun and sea
Strange as it was
Even though I was near Atlantic Avenue, Coney Island
So I was lackaseacal and lackasuncal
But what I didn't lack was ants in my pants
And until today they make me dance
My forever lackadaisical dance.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Why do you criticize me, dear one?
I get that we don't see eye to eye almost all the time,
But you're the closest thing I have to a friend.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
I've been thinking
About the moon
Her sweet scent
Of jasmine and rose
She glances
Upon the night blossoms
And smiles
Her beaming light
It dances
Upon my skin
And her reflection
Is just as beautiful
As her star-children
Sleep
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
_turquoise_ _shimmering_
_sultana_ _in_ _confinement_
_tigress_ _on_ _a_ _leash_
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
roses
spurted as if from fountains atop messy beds
of lilies and lilacs,
jumbled together in a rush of colour that
seemed to have more and more detail
the more you gazed at it.
the sun shone
over the garden like liquid honey
melting over the peeling paint
of the white trellis that held
twining ivy
and heavily scented jasmine in its grasp.
and there, glazing the morning garden,
lay an aureate, flaxen
glow.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC