"frangrance" poems
Pass by citizen
don't look left or right
Keep those drip dry eyes straight ahead
A tree? Chop it down- it's a danger
to lightning!
Pansies calling for water,
Let 'em die- queer ********
Seek comfort in the scarlet, labour
saving plastic rose
Fresh with the frangrance of Daz!
Sunday! Pray citizen;
Pray no rain will fall
On your newly polished
Four wheeled
God
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You should wear your smile all along,
The heart wanna fall in your ocean eyes,
That makes me feel like lost in a paradise.
Your voice makes me dance in the sky as the birds fly in the sky.
Your frangrance makes my soul arise as a rose blossoms from the shrubs.
You should wear your smile along as I sing the song for you all along.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
Snowdrops will soon wake up
from their sweet dreams,
feeling the cold, light
and fluffy snow around,
the rays of sunshine falling over them.
Spreading fresh and pleasant frangrance.
Embellishing the season with their shiny, white colour.
They don't want to be detached from home - the soil.
They don't want to be trampled.
They want to be loved just as us.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
I kissed you.
I ran my fingers
through your lips,
and smelled
the frangrance
of your hair.
I kissed you again.
"This is all we
could ever be",
I whispered.
I heard silence,
you slowly laid
your head
on my chest,
and tears fell
from your eyes.
I kissed you even more.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC
Nature has her own poets:
They do not wander among dactyls
and anapests or widen caesuras.
They dazzle with the quiet frangrance
of blossoms. They create diaphanous
webs, taut and quivering wordlessly.
They paint the backwash of evening
in shades of repose. They translate
the secret langage of butterflies.
The echo the silence of stones, mumble
the soft nothingness of currents of air, shine
rare, silky light through evergreens,
dance, noiseless, among mobile clouds.
How can we compete, with no adequate
expression for love or beauty ? Nature’s
bards bring us, with each dawn and dusk,
the gentle touch of the otherwordly.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC