Five Senses Poems - Poems about Five Senses

I want phone calls and grizzly bear hugs, human touch not a face on a screen; Just one person to caress my skin, remind me that there is still a ‘Real’; Human touch not a face on a screen, the heartache inside of me may ease; Remind me that there is still a ‘Real’, a version of life with five senses; The...

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the things i can see: rain on the window, Christmas cards, swaying trees, a sleeping old lady, bills to pay and i can feel: the desk, a sneeze coming on, the chair and my 'tache i can hear: clocks ticking, snores, music lemon, rose smells wine! (the last one is wishful thinking, LOL)...

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Darkness. Total and irrevocable. But I was alive. I cannot hear. Whispers, mumbling Information was just absent. Still, I could not use my sight. Someone touched my hand. Warm but indifferent Fiddling with some stand. Hospital’s nasty smells. A pipe was in my arm. Someone adjusted it. She spoke with some charm. The total of my present life, I could hear, I could feel. But no sight,...

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You can hear her in the dark, listening – Like the wind’s cool breathe, glistening, Telling hearts to believe, just believe – Because love will not deceive, won’t deceive! You can glimpse her in the soft like summer, She’s a beautiful reflection of the newcomer, Wherever she passes, a heart remembers… All the wild Septembers, lovely Septembers. You can feel her reckless heart...

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The musk of damp earth after a coating of autumnal rain permeates, Smoke upon distant chimneys, spiralled clumsily, enveloped by the evening sky, Leaves underfoot make a crunching chorus, harmonious in their decay, Mulled wine, offers a welcoming warmth on this crisp night, Eyes feast as the setting sun bids, a blazing farewell to the day.     Billie J ©?...

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>>>>>>>>> Seeing a moment in life when time passed, I say like a new pearl added too, upon a string of others, ...

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Darkness fell like the heavy cloak of fear, Bursting all around the cross, So I could see the grief erasing His life, His grace, though, still glistened – sweating Breathless mercy, even in this state When absolution meant giving up the moment Breaking through the darkness, vanishing From the earth, dying – in the ultimate sacrifice Pouring from hearts, tears clung...

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Within an overplay of paneled oak and illumination fittingly low, set upon a table, its style baroque a lighted candle, its shimmering glow plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux Distant soft murmurs of discrete lovers a pop of cork, the chinking of a glass gentle rustling of changed table covers, the whooshing of a skirt as waitress pass. Low background music with a mellow...

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Five Senses (sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste) Thoughts: Miracle Man August 15, 2021 A sunrise/sunset has no beauty without our sight and the mockingbird’s song is wasted without our hearing A morning breeze- is it warm or cool- it must touch us The aroma of campfire coffee brewing is lost unless we smell it and fine cuisine wouldn’t be if we couldn’t...

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in my senses I will provide urgent settings... I will offer my taste buds novel orientation, I will donate the flavors that he desires and the sensations that so much dreamed... to eliminate perverse routine that corrupted half of his wisdom... To my nose I will present with essence magic to fulfill his need for years smelling oil burned... My ears now will be opened to symphonies, to singing of the birds, to the heavenly voices... To compensate so...

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Freedom tastes like fresh air, that very first sigh when the work clock finally strikes five; Freedom smells like new money, when you can leave the house spend it, come back and throw a party; Freedom looks like an open road, as you smile and say ‘I’ve got all the time in the world and absolutely...

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I wonder what I could see without my eyes. I wonder what I could hear without my ears. I wonder what I could touch without my hands. I wonder what I could remember without my nose. I wonder what I could taste without my tongue. ----- I wonder what I could see without my heart. I wonder what I could...

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'MY FIVE SENSES' O' the scent of you, my senses view... My five senses, my five senses, a specific sensory nervous system, As I believe I smell olfaction you again with...

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There was a place I used to know,.. where summer evenings spoke in long shadows that were heard by the sun blending dark into light Where sweet grass, fragrant and damp, would buckle and bend under the weight of a child's hide and seek, then quickly spring back, upright and sleek, as if to experience a last moment of fun Tonight...

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Time by the ocean is a special luxury... rejuvenation of spirit, mental cleansing, physical relaxation and revitalization Scent of the ocean air... the first indication we are near and we savor its smell... actually find it stimulating Walking along the beach... waves roar in the distance... sand squishes between toes... cold water hits feet and legs... lowering the temperature of our very core Seagulls dip...

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