Perfumes Poems - Poems about Perfumes

"We can't ever fathom, when the ceasing flicker of hope flutters away, ...

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For conquests of smells that are plain stench, Keep cornering perfumes of The French: I’d seen an animated advance Towards a wide range of these perfumes By seekers of a classic fragrance Like police dogs towards picked up fumes, Their waiting covers quickly remove And with long sniffs their excellence prove… Yet, this does a lot confuse The Nose And tires all wires...

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As I wake up in the morning Scent of freshly bloomed jasmine floats in air I walk out to the garden Fresh blooms sway in wind I walk toward night jasmine tree Pick up fallen flowers They smell heavenly Placing them in living room I start my day with ginger tea I grate ginger add water and boil Smell of ginger and then...

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I am someone who likes a nice smell To those who know me This I will tell I find it exciting To be caught by surprise By a beautiful scent It can mesmerize Not all scents are great Some you will hate That is life No need for debate Aftershaves and perfumes Developed to allure They appeal to our sense of smell And leave us wanting more They draw us...

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O poder dos Perfumes Odores e perfumes têm um poder de persuasão mais forte do que palavras, aparências, emoções ou vontade. AH! o poder persuasivo de um cheiro não pode ser evitado, entra em nós como a respiração em nossos pulmões, nos enche, nos impregna totalmente. AH! O poder dos cheiros! Não existe como evitar....

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Wicked wind hammering on doors and windows, Trying to storm in while we lay on a green bed, My left hand under your head, and My right hand embracing you. Your ebony breasts flapped like a pair of vanilla pods From Madagascar, Slapping me with the sandy flames of Sahara. You open your casket of perfumes, A mysterious fumigation defying traditions of smells,...

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embalms the living body to make it sweet for decay...

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Bright Marguerites,open and ablaze, Reflected in a sunny haze. Lilies waxed in a summer light, A Jasmined fragrance to fill the night. Perfumed petals,paper-white Intoxicate,then delight; Speaking volumes with words un-heard Silent,flowers upon which all senses merge....

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SPRING’S PERFUMES Oh, to be in East Lansing Now that spring is there ! And to see the view entrancing And drink cool Miller beer. To be in East Lansing’s main street, Downwind of the rubber-tire plants: And smell the aromas sweet Of the vulcanized implants ! If post mortem I can return, In the style of reincarnation, To watch the...

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