Senses Poems
The Oldest Girl in The World
by Carol Ann Duffy
Children, I remember how I could hear
with my soft young ears
the tiny sounds of the air-
tinkles and chimes
like miniscule bells
ringing continually there;
clinks and chinks
like glasses of sparky gooseberry wine,
jolly and glinting and raised in the air.
Yes, I could hear like a bat! And how!
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In Words of the Senses
by Raymond A Foss
In their color
in their texture
in the grace of their motions
sharing what I am feeling
in the words of the senses
trying to draw the reader
to bring them to this place
that they would experience what I am seeing
what caused me to pause and write
to bring them with me ever
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Up in Fumes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Latterly skies blazed
after gold riches were lost
mourned by seas of blooms
exuding heady perfumes
Scarlet sun has gone down slow
The Sixth Sense
by Nikolay Stepanovich Gumil
Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.
But what to do if a red sunset freezes
Above a sky that's drowning in cold,
Where there is silence and unearthly peace,
What can one do with the immortal ode?
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Sun, Sand and Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
Overflowing
by Kailey Norris
My words flow from an overflowing sink,
My direction of thought an unknown path,
My mind a twisting tree root,
My ideas a snapping branch in the wind.
I walk with unknown eyes,
I listen through foreign ears,
I write with spinning thoughts,
I see only through touch.
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Up in Fumes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Latterly skies blazed
after gold riches were lost
mourned by seas of blooms
exuding heady perfumes
Scarlet sun has gone down slow
Sun, Sand and Flowers
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The sunny pleasures of cactus blooms,
brighten aged gold, and sunset rooms,
Like sunbirds flitting in purple plumes,
once dusk has known many perfumes.
Prickly cactus blooms, orange sun gift,
Also enjoyed during the dawn red shift.
Denizens of golden gritty sand, hottest,
creating dunes where the wind is swift.
In Words of the Senses
by Raymond A Foss
In their color
in their texture
in the grace of their motions
sharing what I am feeling
in the words of the senses
trying to draw the reader
to bring them to this place
that they would experience what I am seeing
what caused me to pause and write
to bring them with me ever
......
The Sixth Sense
by Nikolay Stepanovich Gumil
Fine is the wine that is in love with us,
The goodly bread we wait for from the oven,
And woman whom we have possessed, at last,
After we've suffered under yoke her own.
But what to do if a red sunset freezes
Above a sky that's drowning in cold,
Where there is silence and unearthly peace,
What can one do with the immortal ode?
......
