SMELL POEMS

My First Ever Mistake

The mistake I had never expected,
I did it without getting into awareness
Of how it would react.
Lacking that girl in me is like lacking
.....

Abubakar Mohammed Musa

My Perfect Dust

Dust that you are

I cherished and watered you
Not knowing that you soon to be dust
.....

Maite Lemekwane

Interim

The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
.....

Edna St. Vincent Millay

War With Myself

"No, please, stop, I don't want to go over this again", but it said
"just one more, it wouldn't strain a muscle. It's not the first time remember?"
How sad i gave into desires, known to my soul as unclean
Raped by my urges. Lonliness, shame, disgust, worthlessness are what I know.
.....

Comano

Inland

People that build their houses inland,
People that buy a plot of ground
Shaped like a house, and build a house there,
Far from the sea-board, far from the sound
.....

Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
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Alfred Noyes

Anchor Song

Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!
Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.
Loose all sail, and brace your yards aback and full-
Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!
.....

Rudyard Kipling

Your Sun

I'd be the sun in your moon,
A fire burning in your skies.
Layers of white and orange tune
In petals of flowers yet to bloom.
.....

Az Mo

Gone Not Forever

You gone?
Tell him to love you harder,
Never strike your head deeper,
Not walk away when you shout,
.....

Brian Dredan

New Guinea

I SAW them as they were born,
Erect and fearless and free,
Facing the sun and the wind
Of the hills and the sea.
.....

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
.....

Edward Thomas

Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
.....

William Shakespeare

Not Perfect

I'm not full of answers
Nor full of questions
I sense what my heart follows
Maybe I take suggestions
.....

Az Mo

The Sonnets Cxli - In Faith I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
.....

William Shakespeare

In All Ways A Woman

In my young years I took pride in the fact that luck was called a lady. In fact, there were so few public acknowledgments of the female presence that I felt personally honored whenever nature and large ships were referred to as feminine. But as I matured, I began to resent being considered a sister to a changeling as fickle as luck, as aloof as an ocean, and as frivolous as nature. The phrase 'A woman always has the right to change her mind' played so aptly into the negative image of the female that I made myself a victim to an unwavering decision. Even if I made an inane and stupid choice, I stuck by it rather than 'be like a woman and change my mind.'

Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be run over by an out-of-control truck, but to become and remain a woman command the existence and employment of genius.

.....

Maya Angelou

May Day

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
.....

Sara Teasdale

There Will Come Soft Rains

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
.....

Sara Teasdale

Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
.....

Nazim Hikmet

Satire I

Away thou fondling motley humorist,
Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
Consorted with these few bookes, let me lye
In prison, and here be coffin'd, when I dye;
.....

John Donne

The Old Playhouse

You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and the homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
.....

Kamala Das

Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

I

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
.....

T. S. Eliot

The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
.....

John Dryden

I Am Longing For Your Tender Kiss

Kiss me in the day, kiss me at night,
Kiss me tenderly to the end of time,
Wrapp me with your passion in your loving arms,
Surround me with happiness, fill my life with charm.
.....

Cristina Teodor

In Praise Of Limestone

If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
.....

W. H. Auden

Preludes

I

The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
.....

T. S. Eliot

The Pieman

I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell,
Calling out, 'Hot pies! Hot pies to sell!'
Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-pies as well,
Lots and lots and lots of pies - more than you can tell.
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

The Flute

It was a night of smell and dew
When very old things seemed how new;
When speech was softest in the still
Air that loitered down the hill;
.....

John Freeman

On A Shadow In A Glass

By something form'd, I nothing am,
Yet everything that you can name;
In no place have I ever been,
Yet everywhere I may be seen;
.....

Jonathan Swift

The Flute

It was a night of smell and dew
When very old things seemed how new;
When speech was softest in the still
Air that loitered down the hill;
.....

John Frederick Freeman

Smells

WHY is it that the poet tells
So little of the sense of smell?
These are the odors I love well:

.....

Christopher Morley

Love Perfumes All Parts.

If I kiss Anthea's breast,
There I smell the ph[oe]nix nest:
If her lip, the most sincere
Altar of incense I smell there -
.....

Robert Herrick

Bridal Song

Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
.....

William Shakespeare

A Meditation For His Mistress

You are a tulip seen to-day,
But, dearest, of so short a stay
That where you grew scarce man can say.

.....

Robert Herrick

To Think Of Time

To think of time, of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!

Have you guess'd you yourself would not continue?
.....

Walt Whitman

The Twa Herds; Or, The Holy Tulyie

O A' ye pious godly flocks,
Weel fed on pastures orthodox,
Wha now will keep you frae the fox,
Or worrying tykes?
.....

Robert Burns

Telling The Bees

Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still,
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.
.....

John Greenleaf Whittier

Strayed Crab

This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must
be over that way somewhere.
I am the color of wine, of tinta. The inside of my powerful
right claw is saffron-yellow. See, I see it now; I wave it like a
.....

Elizabeth Bishop

Irreplaceable

Shall I compare you my friend
With a flower:
You would smell better than a rose
From you, one drop of honey
.....

Fahad Herculean

'long To'ds Night

Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin'
Hits a dahky man,
'Long to'ds night.
W'en de row is mos' nigh ended,
.....

Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnation and the pink;
.....

Rupert Brooke

An Octopus

of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies “in grandeur and in mass”
beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;
dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly defined
.....

Marianne Moore

The Truth

Tomorrows seeds pollinated
by the decay of yesterdays foil.

The leaves of Fall dropping to
.....

Joseph Mayo Wristen

Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
.....

John Freeman

Gift

This is mint and here are three pinks
I have brought you, Mother.
They are wet with rain
And shining with it.
.....

Hilda Conkling

.i Am A Woman, A Voice, A Flower

I am a woman,
And i have a sensitive soul,
My heart do enjoy the poetry,
My heart is my consciousness,
.....

Cristina Teodor

Soul

My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.
.....

Boris Pasternak

In A Garden

Gushing from the mouths of stone men
To spread at ease under the sky
In granite-lipped basins,
Where iris dabble their feet
.....

Amy Lowell

The Windigo

Go easy wit' de paddle, an' steady wit' de
oar
Geev rudder to de bes' man you got among
de crew,
.....

William Henry Drummond

A Paradox

I.
Tis true the beauteous Starre
To which I first did bow
Burnt quicker, brighter far,
.....

Richard Lovelace

Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music

I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
That liked of her master as well as well might be,
Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st that eye could see,
.....

William Shakespeare