"sences" poems
******* in you nose can do that,
This is the rosebush, the fuschia,
the striding spiderweb of summer.
Your trees from the ocean and sky,
and sepals turned sences.
A spindle-spinning wheel,
turning sunflowers to liquid honey,
yum - yum - yum !
Oh the tastes of nature,
hidden in burrow holes,
with small mice chittering their teeth,
through chestnut temples!
A crucified sunflower, soft-spoken ochre,
the pumpkins turning fields to dust
and growing seeds of castles.
Three blades of grass in
tasseled soil.
Three green-squash faces
among the fields burgundy,
growing eyeballs.
Viola splashes wave,
Palo Santo fragrance,
Filling the nostrils with
Happiness!
Day-to-day ecstatic twirls
Twists and twirls,
a steep staircase to
the waterfall's epicenter.
The soul of the falls tumbling
across the sealed creek,
oiled with the feathers of soils.
The queen of frozen loganberries
gazes with approval,
watching seperate streams congeal, spiral,
and form starry nights
beneath the sky.
Lime scent comforting
the ☀ of rivers!
Written by: Lotus and Simon
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
*She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes
Reaching out for comfort that will surely come
Caresses the moments before midnight
With suger kisses so sweet
Like honey coated forgiveness
She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew
Beyond
Her sences reeling
Twirling, dancing
Like the figurine within an ancient music box
As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure
And yet
There is more captured within
The sweetness is soured only by memories
She paints with fingers in the suger
To forget
There are things so worth forgetting
She sees him sleeping and places
mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her
For now she will see herself
The way he see's
The blood from the girl child dried as he slept
There was to be no more sugered moments
No more honey for him to savour
she had seen
Her worth in his eyes
Such a shame sweet child
She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers
Reaching for a comfort
That would only be found in forgiveness of self
Far beyond the place he sleeps
With mirrored eyes of crystal dew
He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death
He reaches for moments which never come
Her projection of him so false upon this moment
As in a moments seperation
She sees with her angel presence
The suger he tastes on lips so pure
His tears now mingle with the blood
As he tears her mirrors from his eyes
He understands not
The reason
Why white feathers are falling from the sky*
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 6:28 PM UTC
***She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes
Reaching out for comfort that will surely come
She caresses the moments before midnight
With suger kisses so sweet
Like honey coated forgiveness
She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew
Beyond
Her sences reeling
Twirling, dancing
Like the figurine within an ancient music box
As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure
And yet
There is more captured within
The sweetness is soured only by memories
She paints with fingers in the suger
To forget
There are things so worth forgetting
She sees him sleeping and places
mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her
For now she will see herself
The way he see's
The blood from the girl child dried as he slept
There was to be no more sugered moments
No more honey for him to savour
she had seen
Her worth in his eyes
Such a shame sweet child
She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers
Reaching for a comfort
That would only be found in forgiveness of self
Far beyond the place he sleeps
With mirrored eyes of crystal dew
He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death
He reaches for moments which never come
Her projection of him so false upon this moment
As in a moments seperation
She sees with her angel presence
The suger he tastes on lips so pure
His tears now mingle with the blood
As he tears her mirrors from his eyes
He understands not
The reason
Why white feathers are falling from the sky***
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
First day of school
I see you
Sitting down
Looking at me
My heart racing
My mind shut down
All my sences gone
Your eyes touching mine
One word
Hello
Two syllabes
Five letters
A million ways to fall in love
The first second
Even before
Of course
We were meant to be
I saw you in a dream before that day
Your eyes where as lovely
As sweet
As nice
And *** unique
I tried to hide it
Keep it to my self
I tried
And it worked
A love that hurts
By the knowledge that you felt nothing
Thinking that every second
I could loose you
I try day by day for you to love me
You flurt with others
But I am still here
Why? Dont ask me!
It is your fault
I fell for you the first day
With every word
Every laugh
Every smile
Every time I saw your eyes
Qnd even though this is killing me
I am still here
With this hidden love in my heart
Hoping you love me
Like I love you
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
***She wants to feel the softness of feathers upon the tips of her toes
Reaching out for comfort that will surely come
She caresses the moments before midnight
With suger kisses so sweet
Like honey coated forgiveness
She smiles into her lovers eyes of crystal dew
Beyond
Her sences reeling
Twirling, dancing
Like the figurine within an ancient music box
As the music surrounds the childs mind so pure
And yet
There is more captured within
The sweetness is soured only by memories
She paints with fingers in the suger
To forget
There are things so worth forgetting
She sees him sleeping and places
mirrors where his eyes once looked upon her
For now she will see herself
The way he see's
The blood from the girl child dried as he slept
There was to be no more sugered moments
No more honey for him to savour
she had seen
Her worth in his eyes
Such a shame sweet child
She should of loved herself with toes touching feathers
Reaching for a comfort
That would only be found in forgiveness of self
Far beyond the place he sleeps
With mirrored eyes of crystal dew
He awakes to find his beloved drenthed in death
He reaches for moments which never come
Her projection of him so false upon this moment
As in a moments seperation
She sees with her angel presence
The suger he tastes on lips so pure
His tears now mingle with the blood
As he tears her mirrors from his eyes
He understands not
The reason
Why white feathers are falling from the sky***
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
A Sky Of Melted Butter,
Harbors The Setting Sun,
Suspending It Above,
Flustered Waves Of Blue
I Smell Like The Sea
The Sails Against The Sky,
Have Turned To Silhouettes,
The Gentle Waves Caressing,
The Edge Of The Horizon
I Taste Like The Sun
Seabirds Have Flocked Together,
And Are Now Flying Back To Shore,
Slumber Has Teased Their Eyelids,
For The Jaded Waters Are Vast
I Look Like The Stars
The Moon Has Floated Upwards,
Casting An Ivory Shadow Below,
The Wind Has Now Become Calm,
The Blue Waves Have Become Still
I Sound Like The Breeze
The Salt Encrusted Wind Cooled;
The Sky Was No Longer Gold,
Sails No Longer Dragged Their Cargo,
Across The Blackest Of Ocean Waters
*If You Were To Touch My Soul,
You Would Only Grasp A Word.*
Home
© Sydney Victoria 2014
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
carried out by the whistling
tune my whisteling tune which no
instrument can immitate
my whistling tune which plays
on the heavens above my whilstling
tune which is magnificent, innocent
and creative
i cherich my whistle tune it gives me
my own identity my own signature
my own creativity my whistling tune
is the best for i whistle evry rise of the burning star to the the rottating of the coin
my whistle tune goes like this
dun-dun-da-da-da-dan
do-do-do-do
dun-dun-da-da-da-dan
do-do-do-do
doo-doo-doo-doo-do-do
di-di-di-do
do-do-do-do-do
its touches my sences presess my
my hunger for success pushes me where
their is no limit for i love my whistle tune
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
bongo circle
different souls mingling
feet tingling from the sand
mother earth laughs at our silly steps
we fall down in her lovely bed
grass flowers some alive some dead
i smell the aroma of sage and jade
it clears my mind my soul
it starts a domino of released sences
my heart sounds like a didgeridoo
its pulsating its dancing its grooving
its feeling this moment
its hearing this melody of leaves shifting in the wind
the sound of fire crackling
harmony with body, soul, and nature
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
Winter snow solstic shows us
when cold slows bones to ice stones
and muscles chilled, while blood thickens
blurry vision from frozen retnas
tissue senseless cause our sences suspend us
from the inevatable light tunnel
the funnel, the big sun dail
exiled, buried deep in a snow pile
is the there a another ice age, awaiting back stage?
Ready to turn the page to a beautiful new fase
of this planet, our only lfe cage
Osilating axel, balanced in the void of a
spiraling dust cloud of penatrating noise
Beings adapted to stellar propeller through the
dimentional divide, alone in this realm we hide
so close to cold and certain death
our sun gives us life for the oxygen of our breathe
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
My day awakens the very moment my eyes open from a heavy sack time.
To the absolute second the cold pieces of my golden glasses hint my nose with a chill down my spine.
There I would wander, Will today be mine?
Oh how that smell of pine be a joyous delight not to wine.
Life sences my sences to get me up
From a dream I'd just awaken that had been so rough.
Though I am Okay,
Thanks to The touch of life that makes everything fine
When I wake up to the sun shine.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
I was never one to fantasize about my wedding day or obssess about the identity and whereabouts of my groom to be . I just viewed marriage as pleasant expectation.
Something wonderful that would come in its due time
But now I've come to my sences. Untie the boquet, tell the flower girl to ignite her roses, tell the ring bearer not to take caution, pour the champaign down the drain and tear down the wedding cake.
The groom isn't going to show .
And I don't blame him
What awaited him was an asylum in a white dress .
Each step would have brought him closer to being chained to a despondant soul.
I want to love someone,someone that is all mine . Love them with everything in me and wake up each day with my whole would resting on the pillow next to me. But it's not fair to try to love someone when you don't love yourself. I can't charge someone with the responsibility of holding me together. I won't ever be that selfish. So groom to be stay where you are if you see me coming run for the hills .
I'll silence the wedding bells and send the band home. Don't waste a perfectly good tux on me .
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I don't mind your feral sences, we Could burn a million flames just to
Cure the sadness,
Do I believe in love?
Not quite from your petty personal vendettas,
They'll fly above,
But the upside Is that everyone should be
given a fair trial,
And more Pampers and more formula for
Every single child,
But the world is too twisted in endless loops
Of peril and chaos,
And destruction and death,
It musen't be a ****** to have to breathe
your last breath,
Fairly twisted and devoted to a state that's more loyal to Satan
Than anything we've ever seen,
Buildings touch the sky in flames in between logic and metaphorical
Cemeteries with symbolic links to all broken dreams,
Touched by an angel in all of the rights ways making sure that you
Could get through the day without screams,
When **** hit the fan , who do you believe?
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
I sense something off.
A partical of a strand to the millionth degree.
Some sence is not making sense.
If i feel with my heart
If i see with my eyes
If i feel with my touch
If i hear with my ears
If i taste with my tounge..
Yes, let me taste with my tounge.
Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine.
Let us paint this white flag red
With all our love and bloodshed.
Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours.
Until two hearts beat as one
Until the swagger of our hips collide
Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
I am trapped.
Everywhere looks the same,
Where nothing looks diffrent.
And I am stripped bare
of any sences and courage.
Because the colossal beast confining me holds it.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
i live in a sufficatin hell seeing every one **** up.
there is only pure anger for what we have be came
we are only macheins that have rules to be slaved by the government.
we dye we cry we suffer our lives end with just a single button
I live in darkness with no light.
I live in this hell seeing society become a threat.
i live in hell seeing innecent people dye from people who attck there life.
i just watch the world turn seeing nothing but insent blood shed that has lost the most import people who can heal the mistakes
i live in my own hell seeing every day blood shed taking familys to death.
i have words to say but seeing your own friend get taken out by warfare (WHAT THE **** i live in my own hell seeing just **** rip apart people
i live in this world that has no boundries no limits no nothing. just blood shed with no regert
i live in this world full of danger i always have to keep my sences up to be awaerar of the next move
i live in a world of hell where there is nothing to stop by boundries just blood shed
my own living hell is everyday trying just to survive as time goes on
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
can i get a little dose of teenage flame
because i keep falling into the mud
with thsee florescent lights blinding my sences
and i cant help but wonder
am I even worth it to him?
this life can drag you in
and your endorphins may race
but its a teenage flame i'm searching for
after the school bell rings
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 5:06 AM UTC
Know what u get from me
will always be from my true self
Because thats who I am and will always be
make me laugh
i'll laugh with you
make me cry
I'll try to explain to you why
If you mistake my kindness for weakness
Then you better watch out
Because if anyone crosses me
They will have heaven and hell to fight against
I am the daughter of the wind
The child of the fire
I will cool your sences
I will bring you to your knees
When I say that I love you
Please do not hurt me
Because you do not know what you are saying
And my pain and my strength can move mountains before the gates of heaven
I will see you again my friend
if not in this life
Then maybe the next
I have known you before in many different disguises
Each time I let you near, you crucify my soul
But in doing so
You free me from the seed which gave me life
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 3:08 AM UTC
Darkness darkness, my other sences grow
Will I meet the grey man
My invisible foe
Will the light return and glimmer on my face
Will I feel the warmth again
Or never leave this empty space
Could my sight return to me
Should I witness life
Will I see the world again
Will I meet my wife.
All I feel is darkness
There is black no yellow
Im a sightless mellow fellow
Who just wants to say hello.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
touch- sandy, rough, bumpy, hard.
sight- red, hard , half-moon, ridged.
taste- fruity, sweet chewy, fruit loops
smell- fruit loops sour candy lemony
hear- squishy, chewy, crunchy,
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
I'm tired of thinking of you
You and beauty are twins
Glory to my mind
Diving into the depths of my eyes
Oh my kingdom, how can I get to you?
No distance there is
between you and my heart
If you are away, you are my feelings and sences
Whenever I try to get away from you
My awareness rises my longing and longing for you
You are like a magnet
The farther I step away, it brings me back to you
Come and fill my heart with vigor
You are my ultimate joy and pleasure
Come and spread my wings on your wings
And let's be a bird where
all other birds draw love from
Let's fly far and fancy
As love has been created for me and you only
If we and love burn together,
we barley care
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
I'm scared, that my bones start chilling up against my ribs, and everything feels out of place. I wonder as I look upon your glares, if you start feeling the same pain and regret on what your past was like between two people like us.
The beast is very compelling between wisdom and despice, yet again mysterious and worth while. It's hard to put into words, that I feel uncontrollable and unpredictable with the words that come to mind that come out without a sence of time.
The power of tingling sences, of overpowering love makeing, will allways surround how I, as a person, comprehends the feelings of torture with not physical fetures, but just the way you put the words together like a hard hearted child, who mistakes of the feeling of "Love", with hatred and disorders that are not diseases to the body, but to the mind itself.
Even though you have become the beast, the beast of controlling and pills of withdraw, I can tell, deep inside, that you are very honest and thriving to what is yet to come to the world of vocbulary and words that can not describe how fondumental and focusable syllables, that contrest between two opposite people that have the same feelings, but, still afraid to show it in opposite ways.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Does beauty breathe inside a deer whose grandeur follows
Each incidental awkward step, each joyful stride,
Or does it shine through canvas, rich in vibrant colors,
That praises creature’s forceful stance, exquisite pride?
Does beauty speak in tongue of natural emotion,
In simple words of soul unclouded and sincere,
Or does it dwell within a verse, precise and cautious,
Its voice revised to flatter every pair of ears?
Can someone reach indeed the heights of pristine perfect
Adopting vanity, despisal for the flaw,
Or would he rive his roots, deliberately orphaned,
Rejecting beauty that was always his to own?
Not sounding dulcet lie a song sparks flame of sences,
But its allegiance to the truth of life pretenseless.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
Yor lips
As soft
Like a drop
Of dew
Flows
Off a leaf
During the morning haze.
So soft
Yet so chemicaled?
Your hair
The color of a wheat field
Shines so brightly
Yet so dim.
Your voice so soft and sensual
Brings me to newer heights with each day that passes
But when you come home and your voice is dry and raspy
Could this be
Because...
You building hallways are so filthy
The dust particles come from with in you?
Your skin..mmm
Your skin my dear,
So fresh and scented as the ***** water
Which flows from the ***** pipes of your building?
Your hair teases me from the scent
Of the ***** city air
And the dust particles
From the enviromental planetary
Sludge.
It entangles the sences of my nose!
Oh how sweet your purfume!
Your hands so soft
With dense lines on your nails..
Why is this so?
Could it be?
Could it be dear love?
You work too much
With your delicate dainty hands?
Or?
Is it the cheap chemicals
That must be!
Or just malnutrition?
Maybe
Maybe its just me.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
...
..
.
she waded
she waded
in
me
tick
tock
on my
sences
alarm clock tension
we have awoken dragons
just to piper them back
to
me
flutes notes cling to my lips
as i blow to whisper
thunder is
once
again
arroused
lightning has no choice
but to keep the sound from me
yes yes yes we scream
chaos erupts
into
the
streets
here
am
i
playing to the multitude
an sway takes over
gravity has
one
option
but me loose
looking down now
clouds are below me
this tropical paradise
of
mine
dance
with me
dance
me
faded
she waded
?
...
..
.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
in the fairground ov life,
there's a clown with a knife.
& the merry go round,
lay's burned to the ground,
there are many stalls
were you can try your luck,
win a poison coconut
for shooting down a duck,
in the hall ov mirrors
nothing is as it's seems,
they send you off to sleep
and trap you in your dreams,
even a short ride
on the ghost train,
can muddle up your sences
& make you go insane,
not a stick ov rock
nor candyfloss insight,
its for the burning bodys
that the hungry people fight,
just slot machines
& broken dreams,
no rides for pleasure
or life of liesure,
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC