Tags : scent

Redolence

Redolence

A Poem by Erin Leigh


Isn't it peculiar how scents carry the memories of our pasts? Vanilla reminds me of the hot humid nights that I spent with the bigges..
The Spirit

The Spirit

A Poem by #SecretWriter


I can see the cracks,the spirit living over the skin.Bulletproof but feeling the cold,worn and lined, a sad grey it shivers.Like a walking body of gla..
Search Your Soul

Search Your Soul

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


I am not hiding anything, If you don’t believe, Then keep on searching, For the truth and live. I don’t think our s..
That Scent…

That Scent…

A Poem by Lúcia


The fragrance of the lives of those we cherish. By Eros Rises
The Christmas Spirit

The Christmas Spirit

A Poem by Shayna Joyce


~Old bins filled with ornaments and trinketstrees get barer and whiterwe bundle in our blanketsholding our hotchocolate a bit tighterThe christmas spi..
Feel It

Feel It

A Story by Matt


Or don't.
Purple Doom!

Purple Doom!

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


I’d not seen them out in the open, They grew in the alleys and lanes, A purple flower with a sort of power In the scent from it..
 Courage

Courage

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It takes some courage to eat a legume's fruitknowing what is known of each poisonous partof the locust (although the flowers may be frittered).What's ..
Lingering Lust

Lingering Lust

A Poem by SavyNess


All that is left of you are the marks you left behind
Your Ghost is Haunting Me.

Your Ghost is Haunting Me.

A Poem by Gowan J. Volga


When you smell someone, I wrote a poem about that.
His Scent

His Scent

A Poem by JayceeC


Explicit
A scented candle

A scented candle

A Poem by Omikron


When somebody leaves this earth, no matter how unimportant he or she was, one will always leave a trace of their soul and body on this earth.
The Politics of the Nose

The Politics of the Nose

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


Jackson & Honey on a walk
A Summer Song

A Summer Song

A Poem by Spencer Barker


A glance the daisies that rise,stems of leafing spreads,in the shade a wonderful surprise.A warm wind,its tendrils dear,the ever present gift is so ne..
My Washing Line

My Washing Line

A Poem by Sophie


Daydreaming
My Beloved Aromas

My Beloved Aromas

A Story by poetictori


A short bit on my father and my love.