#smells
Smoke from last nights fire
Filled the frigid air of winter edging closer
And whimpering at my heels —
Fighting with the musty, dusty smell of embers burnt.
It’s a new day, not a new dawn yet, but it's time to conquer!
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:21 PM UTC
fight ***** with *****
their own *****
thrown back at them
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC
It's like a parasite, the devil on your shoulder,
Whispering faults, lies, deceits,
Waiting to watch you fail, to watch you crumble,
To see you break
It’s always there in the palm of your hand,
The depths of your soul, the back of your mind,
When you’re shaking, there are no breaks, no reprieve
When you’re crying, sweating, it’s always there
Try as you might, to rid the feeling,
It’s too late, too developed, like a tumor ever growing
“It’s your fault” it says “Just speak” it says,
“You made another mistake” it says
It whispers in your mind, waits, stalks,
Until the right time comes then it strikes
It makes you care too much, too hyperaware,
The eyes watching makes it worse
The noises made, he smells, the touch,
What you’ve done wrong, how they feel about you,
It never leaves, it hides, goes invisible,
Just until the next chance to strike
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
I imagined the scent of you
To be what love smells like
To be what kindness bubbles with
To be a beautiful spicy soft aroma
With the strength of leather
Smooth yet unbreakable
Inhale...
If only I could bottle you
And spray you on me
When I need it
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
Freshly brewed coffee,
a much needed cup
waking my senses,
along with the earthy scent
of grass newly cut.
The perfume of lilacs
bring a glorious haze,
inhaling the scent,
along with petrichor
on warm rainy days.
From warm ovens
with a promised rise,
a baker's joy is uplifting
like wheaten clouds
that fill our skies.
While onions sweat
on top of the stove,
patiently tending
as sweet **** scents
slowly fill the home.
Salt-kissed winds
from coastal shores,
as fresh clean air
sweeps through linens,
sun-dried for hours.
Hung on the line
crisp and clean,
surrendering to the breeze
like white flags
to a sky serene.
Blossom confetti
celebrates the day,
as sunshine warms hearts
and Hyacinth perfumes
the month of May.
A warming cup
of cocoa steams,
bringing hopeful sleep,
as every weary breath
becomes a waking dream.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 4:09 AM UTC
carpet forrest view
smells of vacuum hose
reminds my stomach to churn
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC
all my past
imposes on my breath today
i enter a grand mosaic public building
and on goes my medical face mask
i join the back of the queue with my documents in one hand
and my numbered butcher ticket
in the other
i admire the mosaics
a jarring tide of art against the bureaucratic purpose
of these rooms
gauzed in with own product exhaust
all my past is attending
exhumed
patted into my breath
baiting remembrance with unsubtle notes
for example :
integrated spittings of 'drum' tobacco (i quit a decade ago)
horning catches of cologne every boy used as a teen
seasonal scents unweaned from deep in my system
(some reigned in from the different countries
i lived in or visited)
then i am frisked back to infancy with breast milk and rusks
it's all there a basking flippancy
all there in musk about my face
one fragrance after another
it's an honest relief
to host an alternative to my 'old man' breath
but odd and concerning
something of the brain ?
Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC
Child's play can smell of
tobacco smoke, camphor, cat --
and burnt porridge.
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 2:34 AM UTC
I rake the ashes
of the olive stones and I --
smell my homesickness.
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 3:36 AM UTC
I caught a whiff of you
In your cloud of tobacco
It was a soft, subtle smell
Enough to call me back though
It tickled my nose
and my other senses
It wasn't floral like rose
It was just your pretenses
There was lavender burning
But that wasn't it either
It was sultry and raw
I don't know why I bothered
I couldn't rest my finger
I don't know what it was
Perhaps it was your eyes?
Burning down our love
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
I've always preferred finding out what time it was by looking at the watches of strangers,
Preferably on a morning carriage where the forgotten time difference from fading holidays meet the eternally shaken bracelets
Strangers, on their way to an oversized office smelling like old tea and leftover birthday cake.
My eyes, moving from one being to the next,
wondering if they woke up in their own bed.
Disparate attires or obedient consumerism, smells of cologne and ***** unironed shirts and loose ties,
Remains of a night too quickly ended or of a morning that started off wrong.
Strangers, burning the courage to face the dread of small talk talk and mindless tasks.
A half hour turnover of faces, smells and stories,
Strangers, unknowingly sharing their lives with me.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
.
On a sweet apple crisp cold day we walk
When the air is acrid with distant wood smoke
And bright Leaves fall with determination
Creating the season’s rich tapestry.
I run to keep up
Your science makes me grateful
For the rest
I notice still
My loose-mitted hand tentatively held out
To all manner of wonders that
My own hasty glances would have missed.
The stream, now
A sweet musty rug of russet rot,
Rambling with red and black fodder
For urgent little colonies of foragers
Who wait for wonders of the earth to be passed
There are days like this
Stopped
To sip sweet tea from your flask
The ecstasy of the smallest thing
Remembered.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
Sometimes we need something besides Covid19 and Protest's. So today sending you a thought...Can you remember special smells?
A MEMORY OF SMELLS, ARE THEY STILL THE SAME?
The smell of a newborn baby after a bath, all sprinkled with powder.
I don't think that smell will ever change.
A smell I will always remember...
My grandma Bertha would always smell like lavender.
I use to buy lavender soap, and hand cream because it made
me think of her.
A smell I will always remember...
My great uncle would make taffy, and one time I helped stretch it.
A smell I will always remember...
My mom would take me to dance class, and the building smelled
like Carmel. Much later in life, I entered a building that had the same smell, and it brought back those old days.
A smell I will always remember...
When a storm was brewing in Lake Erie there was a smell of raging waters. A north eastern was coming - I could smell it.
A smell I will always remember...
The soothing sound of the motor boat passing by leaving the smell
of gasoline - why did that comfort me?
A smell I will always remember...
Walking down the beach, bear foot in the sand, and running across
a dried up dead fish.
A smell I will always remember...
My husband would always use Comet with bleach to clean out the
sink, tub and he would sprinkle it add a bit of water making it a
paste, and let it set for an hour.
A smell I will always remember...
Smell can bring back a memory, at least for me...some good, some bad, but these are a few of my favorite memories of smell...and when I smell them now, it sparks my memory, again...
by ~ judy
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
How long did it take
To scrub the taste of you
Off of my mouth?
My gums were bleeding by the end
My bed was a mess
Sheets torn, this way and that
A futile attempt
To make them reek
Of anything other than you
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 12:31 AM UTC
The blood in my ****** runs on the pure waters of the river
The blood in my ****** smells rotten like the person who ***** her
The blood of my life runs on the white of the cloud ...
The blood in my ****** smells like the baby I abhorred
The blood in my ****** smells like the curse of being a woman in the world without equality
The blood in my ****** smells like the mouths of women stifling rights
The blood in my ****** smells like ***** girls
The one of my life smells bad like the men who force their daughters to marry
The blood in my ****** smells like *** of ****** exploitation
The blood in my ****** smells bad like pedophiles.
The blood in my ****** smells the future. The blood in my ****** is female liberation.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Scent...
............is a spray
of sweet, nagging fragrance,
borne by a rush of air,
touching nostrils as it travels,
to stimulate, and scintillate
a parade of memories,
especially, when distance is great
and truly separates...
::::::::::
could be from a bouquet of roses,
or a handful of jasmine...or,
the welcome smell of cinnamon, sage,
other spices...elements of what we call,
the fragrances of good cooking...or,
those of sweat and a fruity cologne,
blending, while working,
from caring....from loving...
::::::::::
it's a brush of summer wind
that captures, even a bit of a sniff
of any, or all of these scents...
::::::::::
these smells dwell in the senses
they reassure...that one person is never away
fears are held at bay...you're okay,
it brings calm to one's soul...
::::::::::
the nose...the other senses know,
the heart and the mind know
the source of all
these fragrances...
::::::::::
no perfume could ever equal
the scent(s) of a woman...
::::::::::
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 30, 2018
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS
AND GRANDMOTHERS !!!
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
she smells (nameless and shameless)
*a concoction of mixed aromas,
a once in a lifetime scent,
impossible to bottle,
impossible to name,
nameless and shameless
morning coffee, last nights vin rosé,
a come-a-little-closer-tasting for the summer solstice,
the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale,
the sour remains of bedroom sweat,
the displeasing scented sight of
sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded
the first of the season red spot-stained white peonies
fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks,
which are mostly gender identifiable
my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere
most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar,
prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, a ****** hallelujah,
deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned,
before they journey to the Egypt Nile of the basement waters
the burnt crumbs of illegal in-bed brioche toast
amazingly invisible on unclean sheets,
state “breakfast in bed, was yummy in the tummy,
but next time use a big dinner plate,
down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt
of other things (popcorn pieces)
is just a scratchiest fragrance too far,
needing a sheet wiped clean slate
even the colorless and tasteless water
absorb the ionosphere of smells,
because one does usually speak poetically,
one of us makes a (vice) presidential declaration:
she smells, I man-ually stink, each,
each glower shower nower,
open the window to the spring wet grass aroma fresh cut,
to exhume and then send away
this odor now christened,*
nameless and shameless
11:47 28/4/19
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
a concoction of mixed aromas,
a once in a lifetime scent,
impossible to bottle,
impossible to name,
nameless and shameless
morning coffee, last nights vin rosé,
a come-on tasting for the summer coming,
the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale,
the sour remains of bedroom sweat,
the displeasing scented sight of
sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded
the first of the season red stained white peonies
fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks,
which are gender identifiable
my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere
most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar,
prior memorized perhaps, from deep within,
deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned,
before they journey to the Egypt of the basement
the burnt crumbs of illegal brioche toast
hidden on unclean sheets,
state “breakfast in bed,
is yummy in the tummy,
but next time use a big dinner plate,
down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt
of other things is just a fragrance too far
even the colorless and tasteless water
absorb the ionosphere of smells,
because one does usually speak poetically,
make a vice presidential declaration:
she smells, I manually stink, each, glower shower, nower,
open the window to the spring wet grass,
exhume and send away this odor now christened,
nameless and shameless
11:47 28/4/19
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
Lovely after-smell –
the rain fuming from the earth,
the grass around me.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC